someone to you, supernatural [ 1 ]

049. distraction

Bobby is sitting at his desk and working on fixing the colt. Dean is sitting at the desk and melting metal into bullets. Larissa is sitting across from Bobby, reading one of the books he has. Natalie and Jacob are sitting on the couch and Natalie has her head on his lap while he plays with her hair.

"Okay, girlies." Sam opens the back door, holding it open for the three girls to pile out. He shuts the door after.

"Shoulders?" Evie hopefully grins at her dad. Sam softly chuckles before picking her up and putting her on his shoulders. Evie grins, running her fingers through his hair.

Libby holds her arms up and Sam picks her up. He holds her in one arm, his other hand holding onto Evie's shin so she doesn't fall.

"Hey." Sam calls out as they walk inside.

"Hey, what's up?" Dean greets. Larissa looks back, softly smiling at Sam.

"Might've found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric pressure drop." Sam says.

"Well, that's thrilling." Dean comments.

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out." Sam says. "Might be demonic omens."

"Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker." Dean says.

"Yeah, but it's our best lead since Lincoln." Sam says.

"Where in Ohio?" Dean asks.

"Elizabethville. It's a half dead factory town in the rust belt." Sam says.

"My name's Elizabeth." Libby grins.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is." Sam softly chuckles.

"There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach." Dean says.

"Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time. How's it going, Bobby?" Sam asks.

"Slow." Bobby answers.

"Eh, I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the colt like that." Dean says.

"Well, the only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick." Bobby says.

"So what makes it tick?" Sam asks. Bobby looks up at him, Larissa pressing her lips together so she doesn't laugh at Bobby's annoyed look. Sam holds one hand up in surrender before latching back onto Evie's leg.

"So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio, you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?" Dean asks, standing up. Sam quietly snickers as Bobby glares at Dean.

"Well, it won't kill demons by then. But I can promise you it'll kill you." Bobby says, aiming the gun at Dean.

"All right, come on, we're wasting daylight." Dean says. Natalie sits up, pecking Jacob on the lips.

"Rissa, Jacob, go with them." Bobby orders.

"What? Why? We didn't do anything." Larissa complains.

"Hey, if it means a room with Nat, I'm in." Jacob grins, standing up. Natalie smacks him on the chest. "I didn't mean it dirty... completely, anyway." Natalie quietly laughs.

"Why do you need a motel room?" Ophelia asks, confused.

"Um... taxes." Jacob says.

"Tax... what?" Ophelia whispers, her eyebrows furrowed, even more confused now.

"Maybe I'll be able to get some work with none of you around to bother me." Bobby grumbles.

"Well, love you, too." Larissa remarks, getting up.