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Dean gulped. He’d been lucky enough to miss Jack’s resurrections, so he knew next to nothing about it, and his and Sam’s had always been instantaneous. But Jack’s weren’t, and between the two of them, Sam was the expert.
“Okay, I get the point. Get in the car,” he said hoarsely. “We’re getting back to the hotel and getting cleaned up and packed, and then we’re gonna find Jack."
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Jack finally found himself dragged back to consciousness, oddly pain-free and almost warm.
"…Sam?”
“Not exactly.” A young brunette leaned over him, smiling gently. “You can call me Eve, actually.”
Jack started to sit up and found himself cuffed. “Well that’s not usually how I start a relationship.” He looked past her and frowned at the….people? creatures?
“Where am I? What do you want with me? Where are the Winchesters?”
Eve stroked Jack’s cheek thoughtfully. “My children thought you were one of us. You’re not, but you almost could be. Who are the Winchesters?”
A slight shudder went through the group of creatures behind her, but they remained silent, feigning ignorance.
“Looks like you should ask your friends there. They’re friends of mine though, so if you know what’s good for you, you should probably just let me go, lady.” Jack gave her a dark smile