iris, supernatural [ 2 ]

083. grieving and manipulating

"Thanks." Sam chuckles.

"Mm, I don't know about Dean, but Sam sure kept his looks." Larissa grins and Sam softly laughs.

"Sam. What exactly happened to her? Because I'm hearin' the kid..." Bobby says.

"Um, maybe not with..." Larissa nods to Athena.

They hear footsteps and turn to see Dean walk in.

"Hey." Sam greets.

"Hey." Dean sighs.

"You need anything?" Cas asks.

"Yeah, I need a drink." Dean states, chuckling.

"Bar's open." Bobby motions to the fridge.

"Nah, I need to get outta here for a while." Dean says.

"But, dude, we got to talk about Jack." Sam says.

"We will." Dean says, walking through the kitchen and leaving.

"About that. I liked the kid. We fought together. But there's only one way this ends." Bobby says.

"Uh... Thena, baby, why don't you go play?" Sam suggests, getting her off his lap.

"Why?" Athena asks.

"Cause the grown ups have to talk." Sam says.

"Well, why does Liam get to stay?" Athena pouts.

"Because he's asleep." Sam says. "Go play." Athena huffs as she trudges out of the kitchen.

"Bobby's right. We have to find Jack and help him." Cas states.

"What? That kid-- he killed Mary!" Bobby states.

"I know that." Cas says.

"Ah, ah. Don't say "but."" Bobby says.

"But he-- Jack may not even realize what he did wrong." Cas says.

"If his human side is gone, you know what's left -- Lucifer. Now, if you boys and girl want to sit around and talk, fine. But me? I'm gonna get on the horn to some of my people and go find that boy." Bobby states.

"And what then?" Cas asks.

"An unstoppable monster who don't know right from wrong gets put down -- or the closest we can get to it. And anybody who don't know that needs to go back to school." Bobby states, walking out.

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Larissa is in the kitchen and putting dishes up and glances over when she hears footsteps, seeing Dean walk in.

"Hey." She greets.

"Hey." He says.

"Need something? Food, coffee? More alcohol?" Larissa asks.

"No. No, I-I'm good right now." Dean says.

"Okay." Larissa mutters, slightly surprised by him turning alcohol down.

"So, uh... you seem to be doing pretty good." Dean comments.

"So that's what this is?" Larissa asks, turning to him.

"What? Conversation?"

"Dean, you know your mom and I weren't exactly besties."

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. Why?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because it does."

"And if it's really none of your business?"

"I just wanna know why you hated her so much. I mean, what did she do that was so wrong?"

"Well, we could start with her ditching you guys only weeks after coming back. And then you have her working with the people who tortured you guys and made me and Sam lose our second child. Do I really need to continue?"