As soon as he could, Dean pulled Dinah closer. He leaned ever so slightly against her, taking a breath. How did he explain it without worrying her? They would figure it out; they would always figure it out.
"Not sure really, but Fred's in trouble. Either she's a frog, or a frog ate her, or she is just fine and took in a frog without telling us. I'm talking a huge fucking purple frog." He hadn't thought of that last one until just now. It was a huge possibility that Fred was being nice and kind, looking after an animal that was possibly too much for her.
"We want to use the computers to see if we can find the frog, something. Maybe even that strange little Texan." He hoped Fred was out there somewhere.