As Dean had suspected, right on schedule at sunrise, he had turned back into a wee little hedgehog of world dominating cutenessAfter a bit of a wallow in woe, he'd rolled himself off the bed and gone to annouce his headhog pressence by crawling up on the couch and sitting on Jack's face till the inability to breath had shook the older man out of
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He'd spent the evening doing a lot of research and had come up empty, so he was heading back to the trailer to dig a little deeper.
Not expecting anyone to be there, he picked the lock and entered; surprised by the smell of frying onions. "Dean?"
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Because for Jack, cooking required all his focus.
"Hey, Sam."
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Sam took Dean from Jack and sighed. "I thought maybe whatever it was had worn off," he said. "All I managed to discover last night was that my dad called Dean on Sunday night. I don't really want to call him to find out why though."
Dean unrolled himself and gave his brother what appeared to be a pleading look.
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"Actually, got something for you," he said, putting the plate on the tray. "If you don't mind giving him his breakfast."
Jack picked up his own coffee cup and headed into the bedroom where Dean had left the notepad. He returned, brandishing it and sipping coffee.
"He actually turned back into a human last night. I had him write down everything he could remember about what happened on Sunday for you go over. He says, he's pretty sure it's a sunrise to sunset cycle of time thingie."
Thingie, universal technical term.
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