habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

034. shapeshifting baby

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Sam finds Larissa at a diner and he sits across from her, not backing down from her heated glare.

"Look, I-I am sorry. I'm really sorry. But if you wanna help with the case, I wouldn't mind. We'd just... have to hash all this out later." Sam says.

"You still really suck." Larissa says.

"I know." Sam mutters.

Larissa stares at him for a few minutes, considering.

"What do you know?" She asks. Sam smiles softly before telling her about stuff he's found out.

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After catching up on details of the case -- and a little bit about Sam's past year -- Sam and Larissa get to the house that might be the next target.

They get their guns out and Sam picks the lock, the two quietly entering the house. They find a couple dead and bloody in the living room. They follow bloody footprints through the house.

Sam checks a closet, not finding anything in it, when he's attacked, both him and the thing falling to the ground.

The two wrestle and Sam manages to get his knife out, stabbing the man in the arm. The man hisses as the wound burns, and he races out of the house. Sam gets up.

"You couldn't help?" Sam hisses to Larissa.

"Honestly, you kind of deserved that. I would've stepped in if he was about to kill you." Larissa whispers.

"He was!" Sam loudly whispers.

"You had it handled." She dismisses.

"Come on." Sam grumbles, continuing to walk through the rest of the house. They go in the laundry room and are about to leave when they hear a noise.

Sam looks under a table.

"Uh... Lissy?" He quietly calls.

"What?" She asks. He beckons her over and she rolls her eyes, looking under the table. "Oh."

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"Sam?" Dean answers the phone.

"I need your help. Now." Sam says as he drives his car.

"What's wrong?" Dean asks.

"I'm working this job." Sam says.

"Dude."

"Look, I just need you with me on this, okay?"

"I'm out. I'm staying out."

"Make an exception."

"For what?"

"Look, I'm 30 minutes away and I will drive to your door if you don't meet me."

"And what's so nuts that you gotta threaten a damn drive by?" Dean asks and Sam tells him. The two hang up after a moment.

"I'm sorry. Am I not enough help?" Larissa asks.

"Well... maybe Dean knows more." Sam shrugs.

"About babies? Yeah, no, he seems like a real baby expert." Larissa says.

"Well, what do you know about babies?" Sam asks.

"Plenty. I used to babysit all the time." Larissa says.

"Well... still, maybe Dean can be of help. Not that I don't appreciate your... abilities." Sam says.

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Dean pulls up to Sam's car.

"Oh. So, you told her." Dean says, noticing Larissa.

"And he's definitely on the shit list." Larissa says, glaring over at Sam.