Sighing as she walked down the stairs, Quinn spotted a familiar face and made a beeline for him. She’d come all this way to give Walter a sweater back, but he was nowhere to be found, so Dean would have to do. “Hey,” she grinned, resting her elbows on the back of the couch he was sitting on, kinda hoping she’d taken him by surprise. “Have you seen my brother around? I can’t find him anywhere and his room is locked.”
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