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“We need to come up with some kind’a code word,” Dean announces as he looks up from the file in front of him with a thoughtful scowl. “If this thing can shapeshift, we need a way to figure out who’s actually who.”
It’s silent for a moment before Jack speaks up.
“Skibidi toilet,” he says matter-of-factly, as if whatever he just said wasn’t pure gibberish.
Sam only blinks blankly, eyebrows raised, as Cas leans over and murmurs into Dean’s ear. “What did he just say?”
“Don’t make me repeat that,” Dean replies lowly, and the whisper of Cas’ chuckle against his skin forces him to fight a shiver.
“Too short?” Jack asks, completely unaware of the mental crises he just caused. “Skibidi toilet rizz?”
“No, it’s, uh… ” Sam hesitates, inhaling sharply through his nose. “It’s good. I don’t think it could guess that, but I don’t know if the old man can remember it either.”
“Hey, I can remember two words just fine,” Dean protests, pointing an accusatory finger at his brother.
“Oh, really?” He makes a gesture as if to say ‘go on.’
Dean kisses his teeth, holding eye contact as he lets out a long, slow breath before looking away pointedly. "Alright—”
Sam and Cas both laugh at that, the former throwing his head back and nearly toppling the chair over; Jack looks confused but Cas steps closer and says something inaudible which makes the kid shoot him a wide grin.
Dean feigns annoyance, but there’s a fiery knot tucked just under his sternum, burning hot like a flare in the night.
to be continued...