The Curse of the Mark

04

[Southern Comfort]

Dean was leaning against the Impala checking his phone. Haven was next to her car with the twins. Sam and Sitka walked up, both carrying a bag of food and two drinks and four drinks.

"Heads up," Sam said, handing Dean a drink before walking to the passenger side.

Dean said, "I caught wind of a case on this police scanner. Sounds like our kind of thing."

Sam frowned. "I wasn't even gone ten minutes."

"Okay. That matters why?"

"I don't know, Dean. How about because you or Haven haven't said a word to me since Prentiss Island? I don't blame her. And now, what? You want me to shut up and ride shotgun and act like nothing happened?"

"You want to talk about Benny? Fine. Let's talk."

"Okay. How about he's a vampire?"

"He's also the reason I'm topside and not roasting on a spit in Purgatory. Anything else?"

Haven looked between them as Sam replied, "Don't pretend I don't get it. I know you did what you had to do down there."

"I highly doubt you get anything about Purgatory,."

"But you're out now, and Benny's still breathing. Why?"

"He's Sitka's and my friend, Sam."

"And what about my friend, Amy? She was what? 'Cause you sure as hell didn't have a problem ganking her."

Haven was still looking between the brothers. "He does make a good point, Dean."

Dean shrugged. "Well, I guess people change, don't they? We let that werewolf Kate go, didn't we?"

"She was different," Sam replied. "She -- you think Benny's different? He tell you he's not drinking live blood, or something? And you believe him. Wow. Okay. You know, you're right. People do change."

Sitka scoffed. "Yeah. Dean and I got a vampire buddy, and you turn your phone off for a year and leave my wife and twins alone."

"Don't turn this on me."

"You left Kevin to fend for himself," Haven said as she walked up, holding her twins' hands. "I was the one who made sure he didn't get himself killed. I was! Where were you? Living with a girl and a dog while your brother and my husband, were fending for their lives in monster land!"

"Haven, stop it. I don't need a reminder."

"It would seem you do!"

Dean pursed his lips. "Look, Benny slips up and some other hunter turns his lights out, so be it."

"But it's not gonna be you, right?" Sam asked.

"You coming or not?" Dean asked, getting into the car.

Haven crossed her arms and glared at Sam.

Dean drove to a house and an ambulance left the driveway as the Impala and the Charger pulled up and parked on the street outside the house.

Dean, Sitka and Sam were wearing their FBI suits and Haven was wearing her FBI slacks and blouse.

"So, guy's old lady comes home while he's working underneath his ride, puts the pedal to the metal, and takes half his head off," Dean said.

Sam frowned. "What, that's it?"

"Yeah, in a nutshell. She says she blacked out, doesn't remember a damn thing."