Dean's Trailer - Tuesday morning

[time_watcher]

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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[normal_i_am]

Sam had stopped by the day before and done a cursory inspection of Dean's trailer. He was able to learn that Dean had talked to their Dad the day before turning into a hedgehog, but he wasn't sure if the info was useful, since he didn't want to call John Winchester right now.

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?"

[time_watcher]

Hearing his brother's voice, Dean rolled into a small ball of omgI'mnotahedgehog, which caused him to tumble down along Jack's chest. Reaching up with his free hand, Jack caught the ball of spines and held him out towards Sam without taking his eyes off the onions in the skillet.

Because for Jack, cooking required all his focus.

"Hey, Sam."

[normal_i_am]

"Oh, hey, Jack."

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.

[time_watcher]

Now hedgehog free, Jack pulled the skillet off the burner and tugged down a plate for the onions.

"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.

[normal_i_am]

"You're feeding him onions?" Sam asked. "Won't they make him sick?"

Dean nipped at Sam's hand and Sam nearly dropped him. "Okay, okay, fine." He put Dean down in front of the plate of onions and rolled his eyes a little as he began to eat.

When Jack came back out with the notepad, Sam took it and started looking over it. "Aww, man, freaking witches."

[time_watcher]

"Well I'm sure he'd like a cheeseburger to go with it but I can't cook. He's lucky he got onions," Jack said, taking a seat and pouring a small bit of coffee into a saucer and putting it down for the hedgehog. "I'll take him out for some ants later."

Leaning back in the chair, Jack picked his own coffee mug back up and sipped at it, watching Sam read. He chuckled at the brotherly echo about witches.

"Seems so, also I noticed he doesn't remember much about his hedgehog time. Like it's a dream or something."

[normal_i_am]

Sam smirked a little. "He doesn't remember, huh? Would it be wrong to suggest we get some doll clothes and dress him up then?"

Dean turned around from his food and hissed at Sam. "Hey, now, killer, relax," Sam said.

[time_watcher]

"I was thinking some 'whos a cute lil hedgie then'" Jack cooed at the hedgehog, reaching out to tickle his tummy.

He quickly pulled his hand back as Dean tried to snap at his fingers and smirked at Sam.

"The possibilities do seem endless."

It also seemed to him that Dean was puffing his spines at them in a gesture of 'screw you both, bitches'.

[normal_i_am]

"Hey, now, don't forget that old saying about not biting the hand that feeds you," Sam said. Dean turned his back on both of them and continued eating his onions.

Sam grinned at Jack, but there was an underlying seriousness. "I think I'll go talk to Phoebe or Piper and see if they might be able to help us figure out how to break the curse."

[time_watcher]

"He'd probably like to catch up with you tonight if possible, see how it's going," which was Jack's subtle way of saying that Dean had indicated he had faith in his little brother to figure this out.

"I'll keep him out of trouble for the day," which was also a subtle way of letting Sam know Jack would watch out for the wee hedgehog. "Maybe I'll take him breast watching, it is Mardi Gras after all."

[normal_i_am]

Sam nodded. "I'll meet you guys here after sundown?"

He so wasn't commenting on the rest.

[time_watcher]

Hey, even hedgehogs needed a little fun!

Jack nodded, "We'll be here and I'll have my mobile on me if you need us back before then."

[normal_i_am]

"And you can call my cell if anything happens," Sam said.

He paused for a moment. "Thanks, Jack."

[time_watcher]

"No problem," Jack answered back with the smallest of smiles.

You know that whole communicating without communicating in a manly manner way.

Still, it seemed to be close enough to a 'moment' that Dean hissed his disgust at them both.

[normal_i_am]

Sam raised his eyebrow in his brother's direction, but didn't say anything.

"All right, I'll catch you at sundown then."