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Dean sat alone in the fast food restaurant. Sam was off doing research, which Dean had quickly talked his way out of, saying he'd canvas the area. He had done just that until he smelled the food and decided it was time for a burger break. Though now he was almost regretting his choice as he stared at his burger. His phone rang, breaking his contemplation.
"Bobby?"
"I think I found what you're lookin' for. It's a thing called African Dream Root. You make some tea and put in a piece of DNA of the person who's dreams you want to enter and la di da your havin' a party with Abe Lincoln and Johnny Cash."
"Lincoln and Cash? That's your idea of a party?"
"Don't change the subject."
"Okay, so I just put in a piece of my hair and I'm in charge?"
"Seems that way. I'll try to locate some for you."
"Thanks, Bobby." Dean hung up and stared at his burger with only two bites taken out of it. With a grimace and a sigh, he dropped it in the trash.
Next chapter will be up probably today! It should be pretty long compared to these last few.
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