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“Hey, Lurch,” Jess calls, and Dean stops, tense, then slowly turns.
His eyes flick toward a couple of old ladies who pass them, walking unnecessarily slowly, then back to Jess. “What.”
“Find somewhere else to get your construction crew’s lunch this weekend. Luke’ll be out of town, and I don’t hate Caesar enough to subject him to that complicated shit on his own.”
Jess finishes his piece, hoping it was enough for Dean to get it, and watches the gears turn. Dean’s gaze shifts from the bag of groceries dangling from Jess’s wrist back up to his face. 
“Luke’ll be… out of town.”
“Leaves tonight.”
Dean’s eyes sharpen on his, and then flick away quickly. “So he’ll be… gone.”
Jess gives him a slow clap and then leans forward. “Good job. Do the Mensa people know about you?”

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