habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

007. sam's older date

"Look at you. Sticking up for your girlfriend. You cougar hound." Dean laughs and Sam rolls his eyes.

"Bite me." Sam tells him.

"Hey, not if she bites you first." Dean retorts.

Larissa grimaces in slight annoyance at the conversation while she flips through Sam's small notepad that he's letting her look at the notes he got from the case so far.

"So, who's this Alex? We got another player in town?" Dean asks.

"Maybe, maybe not. Doesn't change our job." Sam says.

"And what looked like a ghost ship, right?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. It's not the first one sighted around here, either." Sam says.

"Really?" Dean asks.

"Every 37 years, reports of a vanishing three mast clipper ship out in the bay." Larissa informs. "And every 37 years, a rash of weird, dry land drownings. Kind of like if Pennywise lived in the water, I guess."

Dean looks at Sam who nods in confirmation to her facts.

"So, whatever's happening is just getting started." Dean says.

"Yeah." Sam nods.

"What's the lore?" Dean asks.

"Well, there are apparitions of old wrecks sighted all over the world. The S.S. Violet, the Griffin, the Flying Dutchman -- almost all of them are death omens." Sam explains.

"So, what happens? You see the ship and then a few hours later, you pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye?" Dean asks.

"Basically." Sam nods.
"Pretty much." Larissa answers at the same time.

"What's the next step?" Dean asks.

"We gotta ID the boat." Sam says.

"That shouldn't be too hard. I mean, how many three mast clipper ships have wrecked off the coast?" Dean asks.

"Over 150." Larissa states.

"Wow." Dean mutters.

"Yeah." Sam nods.

"Crap." Dean says.

"Mm-hmm." Sam hums.

Larissa thumbs through the pages of the notepad, stopping at a page of a crappy drawing.

"What is this?" She asks with a soft laugh, showing the brothers the page.

"Oh. Uh, that... that, um... a kid got a hold of it." Sam says.

"Oh, really?" Larissa asks. "And you failed to notice until after a whole drawing?"

"Yeah, no, it's his killer sketch artist skills." Dean smirks.

"Dean." Sam gives his brother a bitch face.

"What?" Dean laughs.

"It's, um... it's something. Was the, uh, the perpetrator Shrek with a tattoo and hair or something?" Larissa giggles.

"Okay, you're done." Sam reaches for the notepad.

"No, no, no." Larissa holds it back, holding her other arm to keep Sam from getting too close. "No, not done. It-- it's adorable, Sammy, really."

"Gimme my notepad." Sam whines, holding his hand out.

"After-- after I keep the drawing." Larissa says.

"You are not keeping that." Sam argues.

"Yes. Yeah, I am." Larissa quickly gets out of Sam's reach and runs away from him while ripping out the piece of paper with the drawing.