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Jack had been sitting cross legged in his room for hours .
Card stock, and crayons, and markers, and glue sticks… and glitter, spread in all directions around him. Cas said not to use the sparkly stripper dust, as Dean called it, because it was impossible to clean up. Jack wasn’t sure how he knew that, but it wasn’t important. He just had to be extra careful.
He spent all night drawing up a card for everyone he knew, fueled by soda and sweets he managed to sneak past Cas in the kitchen; the copious amounts beginning to make him jittery. He finally finished and had all the cards sealed and set aside and he grabbed the jar of glitter.
One step too quick and his foot hit a rogue sheet of paper, then his butt hit the floor, and the glitter… well the glitter hit everything. Jack sat up and looked at his newly sparkling room, and groaned, already hearing the I told you so’s. He tried to wipe it off his clothes and skin but it stayed firmly in place.
“Aw man!” Jack sighed. He lifted his hand to zap it all away… No . He thought, deciding to do it himself, since he had been forewarned.
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Everyone woke up the next morning to their respective cards slipped under their bedroom doors.
“Jack, I like the… what, Uh… what’s going on, kid?” Jack was in the center of his room mercilessly scrubbing the floor. The red tint over his skin suggested it had been scrubbed just as hard. Both were still glimmering in the rooms light. He looked up to meet the humored green eyes, as Dean tried to contain his laughter.
“Please don’t tell, Cas.” He said, in his normal childlike way. Dean couldn’t help the chuckle that came with god not wanting to get a scolding from his dad.
“Never fear, I’m the cool one, remember.” Dean winked and shut the door behind him. He held out his hand to help Jack up and looked him over. “Alright. I’ll get the duct tape for the room. You just go get in a hot shower. That’s the best way to get it off your body.”
“Dean, how do you…” Jack began, but decided he probably didn’t want to know.