"Are you kidding me? You serious?" Dean asks after hearing Kevin's request.
"What? Is it too much to ask if we can swing by and check on my mom?" Kevin asks.
"Swing by? It's a day's drive in the opposite direction. You know that, right?" Dean asks.
"Yes. I understand we're in a hurry." Kevin says.
"Okay, well, then, what's the problem?" Dean asks.
"Channing's broken neck is my problem!" Kevin exclaims. He looks around to make sure nobody heard. "I'd rather not see my mom twisted into a corkscrew."
"Kid's got a point, Dean." Sam says, Larissa nodding in agreement.
"Stay out of this." Dean tells the two. "Kevin, your mom is fine."
"How can you possibly know that?" Kevin asks.
"Because Crowley needs her to be, okay? In fact, he's probably got the place stacked with bodyguards right now, protecting her so that when you do show up, they'll pounce on you both."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"She's bait, man, plain and simple. And you want to swim right up and bite the hook? Look, we have Crowley by the short and curlies, okay? All we need to do is find the tablet, whip up the spell, and -- boom! -- sunshine and sandy beaches."
"Dean, my mom's all alone. She's surrounded by demons. Can you really not understand why I want to make sure she's okay?"
Dean looks at Sam and Larissa, the former shrugging.
"I'm on his side." Larissa nods to Kevin.
"Son of a bitch." Dean grumbles, dropping his burger. "Fine. Let's go."
"You're finishing the burger, though." Larissa says.
"What? Why?" Dean asks.
"You're questioning wanting to eat one of your favorite foods? Really? Besides, you barely for a whole fucking year." Larissa says.
"Okay, you realize I'm not your kid, right?" Dean asks. "The person you're supposed to parent ain't even out of you yet."
"Dean... eat." Larissa demands.
"Okay, okay, fine. Jeez, mom." Dean mutters, picking the burger back up.
+++
They're sitting in the Impala across the street from the Tran household. Sam is looking through binoculars.
"Tiger mom, 9:00." Kevin snatches the binoculars.
"Where?" He asks.
"Left window." Sam answers.
"She seems okay. Sad... but okay." Kevin says.
"Check out the mailman." Dean says.
"Yeah, that's Carl. So what?" Kevin asks.
"Yeah, well, Carl's filled your mom's mailbox three times since we've been sitting here." Dean says.
"He's a demon?" Kevin asks.
"And see the gardener? Think that plant needs any more water?" Dean questions.
~ ~ ~
They sneak to the back and cut the water off from the hose. As the gardener comes to investigate, Dean stabs him with Ruby's knife, killing him.
Dean and Larissa purposely cause noise and soon the mailman walks through the back gate. The two wave as Sam comes up, stabbing the mailman with the knife, the man falling dead.
They go to the front door and Kevin knocks on it, his mom soon answering.
"Hi, mom." Kevin greets.
"Oh! Kev-- Kevin." She says. As she goes to hug Kevin, the brothers step into view, splashing her with holy water. "Ah! Oh! What..."
"She's clean." Dean says. Kevin hugs his mom who tightly returns the hug.
"You smell that?" Sam asks. Sam and Dean start to walk further into the house. "Stay back." He tells Larissa.
The Trans, Dean, and Larissa get into the kitchen as Sam finishes forcing the demon in Eunis' body. Dean charges forward, stabbing the woman, killing her and the demon inside her.
"Eunis!" Mrs. Tran screams.
"That's not Eunis." Dean says.
~ ~ ~
"Ms. Tran, your friend was possessed by a demon." Sam says as the five sit in the living room.
"Have you ever seen The Exorcist?" Kevin asks.
"Is that what you've been doing all year? Watching television?" Linda asks her son. "Did you really have to kill her?"
"The demon would have warned Crowley where Kevin was if we didn't." Dean says.
"And Crowley is the one who kidnapped you?" Linda asks.
"Yeah. He wants me to translate his stupid tablet so he can take over the universe or something." Kevin says.
"Which is why we need to get it so that we can slam the gates of Hell forever with Crowley inside." Dean says.
"So that things like that don't ever happen again." Sam says, motioning to the kitchen.
"Prophet of the Lord, huh? It does have a nice ring to it. I'll get packed." Linda stands up.
"We're gonna need a safe house since Crowley's been to the cabin, so--"
"Safe house? I thought we were going to get the tablet." Linda cuts Dean off.
"Uh, we are. You're taking a trip to a demon free zone." Dean says.
"And risk letting Kevin fall into the hands of this Crowley again? I don't think so." Linda says.
"Ms. Tarn, all due respect, Dean's right. Crowley -- he's not just a killer. He trades in torment. And if he can find a way to separate your soul from you, he'll take that soul to Hell and-and roast it till there's nothing left but black smoke. Look, it's best if you let us handle this." Sam says.
"I understand. But it's not my soul I'm worried about. It's my son." Linda says. "You two are expecting, huh?" She asks Sam and Larissa, noticing their wedding rings. "You develop that protectiveness yet?"
Larissa nods her head a little, knowing she wouldn't let her unborn child get hurt in any way.
Sam doesn't answer as he looks at Larissa's stomach. He doesn't even know his kid yet, but he knows he'd do anything for that baby.
"I say she's in." Larissa says.
"Rissa--" Dean starts.
"She's a mom, Dean. There's no stopping her." Larissa says.
"Kevin, you want to back us up here? Came all the way down here to pull her out of the fire and now she wants to jump right back in." Dean says.
"Like I can tell her what to do?" Kevin asks.
"All right. Coming with us has conditions. Uh, hex bags to stay off the bad guys' radar and, uh, you're gonna have to get inked up." Dean says.
"Do what now?" Kevin asks.
"Yeah, uh..." Sam pulls his shirt down a bit, revealing his anti-possession tattoo. "You, too, shortstop. Keeps the demons out."
"Fine." Linda says.
"Really?" Dean asks.
"What, like it's my first tattoo?" Linda asks, walking out of the room.
Larissa smirks a little, it growing at Kevin's gobsmacked expression.
+++
They're in the tattoo parlor, Linda and Kevin both getting the anti-possession tattoos. Kevin is crying and groaning in pain while Linda holds his hand, the woman completely unaffected by the needle.
Dean and Sam are standing at the front of the parlor and Larissa is sitting in a chair. Sam is standing behind her and rubbing her shoulders.
"You smell it, Sammy?" Dean asks.
"Burning flesh?" Sam asks.
"Revenge. So close. Hey, how'd you do that reverse exorcism thing?" Dean asks.
"Just said the verse backwards." Sam says.
+++
"So, place is clean, far as I can tell." Sam says, him and Dean walking to where Kevin, Larissa, and Linda are sitting on a bench at the bus station.
Kevin gives Dean a key.
"All right. Positive thoughts." Dean says. He unlocks a locker and opens it, taking a bag out. "You hid the Word of God in a diaper bag?"
"No." Kevin answers. Dean looks through the bag. Sam gives his brother an annoyed smirk.
"Shut up." Dean tells his brother. "Actually, you guys want this?"
"We are not stealing somebody's diaper bag." Larissa hisses, snatching the bag from Dean and tossing it back into the locker. Dean slams the door shut.
~ ~ ~
"Been nothing but trouble with these lockers. Got broke into damn near every day for a while. Could never figure out who it was till yesterday." The guard says.
"Oh, so you know who did it?" Sam asks.
"Sure. Was Clem Smedley, a guy who worked the desk before me." The guard says.
"Please tell me he's down at County right now." Dean says.
"Yep, waiting for arraignment." The guard says.
"Thanks." Sam says.
+++
Dean pulls to a stop, the five getting out of the car.
"Whoa." Kevin comments, looking at a red Ferrari.
"Hey." Linda motioning for him to walk, the five going into a pawn shop.
"Hello, sir." Sam greets the guy behind the counter. "Agents Neil and Sixx, FBI." The brothers hold up FBI badges. "Uh, we're looking for a tablet."
"About, uh, yea big, got some hieroglyphic crap on it." Dean says.
"Sold to you by a thief named Clem. Ring a bell?" Sam asks.
"Nope." The clerk answers. Dean looks at the guy's name tag.
"Hey, Lyle, I've had a really, really bad day today, so I'm not in the mood to dillydally. If you want to do this the rough way, I am happy to oblige." Dean says.
"Sure. We can do it that way, if you want to get famous." Lyle gestures to the security camera.
"That your car outside?" Linda asks, pointing to the red Ferrari.
"What's it to you, mail order?" Lyle asks.
"Hey!" Dean slams his hand on the counter. "Pal!"
"I got it." Linda assures. "I notice you're driving with expired tags, maybe because you just acquired it in a trade, and I'm guessing that means you haven't registered yet, which means you haven't paid the tax. Is that correct?"
"None of your business." Lyle says.
"Kevin, average blue book on a 2010 Ferrari F430 Spider?" Linda asks.
"$217,000." Kevin answers.
"And the 5% Wyoming tax?" She asks.
"$10,850."
"$10,000. Something tells me you're the type who might balk at a tax bill that big."
"W-What is this, an FBI audit?" Lyle asks.
"No. But my brother, who happens to work for the Wyoming tax assessor's office, could arrange that if he thought something untoward was happening here. So what's it going to be -- the tablet or that piece of Eurotrash crap you call a car?"
+++
Sam knocks on the motel room door of 126.
"Sure this is the right place?" Sam asks.
"It's what the pawn slip says." Dean says.
"Kevin?" A man calls out.
"Who wants to know?" Dean asks.
"Oh, relax, Dean. I'm not going to steal your prophet." The man says. "Ah. And you must be Kevin's mother. Um... Beau. And it is my absolute pleasure." He kisses the back of Linda's hand. "And, um, Kevin, imagine my luck. Here I was, working so hard to looking for you that I never stopped to think you might be looking for me. I have something for you."
"What is it?"
"An invitation, dear man, to a very exclusive auction." Beau hands Kevin an envelope.
"Let me guess -- where you'll be selling the tablet?" Dean asks.
"Well, when we acquire an item as hot as the Word of God, it's smart to unload it as fast as possible. And we are in such desperate need of a headliner for tonight's gala." Beau says.
"Well, I hope you have four extra tickets to your little eBay party cause the prophet's with us." Dean says.
"Oh, if you're worried about the safety of the prophet, rest assured that we have a strict no casting, no cursing, no supernaturally flicking the two of you against the wall just for fun of it policy."
"Is that right? How'd you manage that?" Sam asks.
"Well, I am the right hand of a God, after all -- Plutus, specifically." Beau says.
"Is that even a planet anymore?" Dean asks.
"It's the God of greed. And my liege has warded these premises against Hell, Heaven, and beyond -- quite necessary with some of the players we see. And incidentally, quite possibly the safest place your precious prophet could be. Mm. Well, since time is of the essence, perhaps I'll just go ahead and add a plus four to the prophet's invitation. Copacetic?" He disappears.
"Well, thank you, Mr. Peanut!" Dean calls. "All right. What do we have to bid?" Sam scoffs. "What? We can't just show up there empty handed."
"Dean, all we have to our names is a few hacked gold cards." Sam says.
"All right. Well, then, we're gonna have to get creative." Dean says.
"Huh." Sam looks at the Impala. Well..."
"No. Mnh-mnh. Say it and I will kill you, your children, and your grandchildren." Dean threatens.
"If you try to touch this child, you will be dead before you hit the floor." Larissa states.
"Okay, okay." Sam lightly chuckles, knowing Dean wouldn't actually kill him or any future family members. "Uh... wait a second. They-- these auctions, they display the items to the bidders beforehand, right?"
"Yeah, so?" Dean asks.
"So all we got to do is get Kevin close enough to memorize the spell." Sam says.
"What do you think, brainiac? Think you can swing it?" Dean asks.
"Of course he can swing it... if the bumper stickers on my Previa mean anything." Linda says.
"They didn't mean it, baby." Dean tells the Impala.
"Okay, uh... how about you stay here?" Sam asks his wife.
"What?" She asks.
"It's just... people could be really dangerous there, you know?"
"In a supposed danger free zone. Versus here... alone."
"Okay, a-alone isn't ideal. But-- but you'd have a gun and some knife and, uh... salt, you know? Plus, you can't get possessed." Sam says, tapping the back of her shoulder where he knows her anti-possession tattoo is.
"Please? For the baby, at least?" Sam asks.
"You're gonna use that whenever you're worried, aren't you?" Larissa asks.
"Maybe." Sam sheepishly smiles.
"Fine. For the baby." Larissa says.
"I just want both of you to be safe." Sam says.
"I-I know, Sammy. I get it. It's all very... anxiety inducing." Larissa says. "Go get the tablet."
+++
The brothers get back to the motel, but without the two members of the Tran family. They explain all that happened and after they finish, Larissa whacks Dean over the head.
"Ow!" Dean cries out.
"You almost killed his mom? Are you fucking joking me?" Larissa asks.
"Wha-- it was Crowley! I would've had to." Dean says.
"Okay. So if Crowley were to ever get in me or Sam, would you kill us?" Larissa asks. Dean fails to answer. "Exactly! If you tried to kill my mom, I'd run away, too!" She hits him over the head again.
"Ow!" Dean complains.
"Idiot." She grumbles.
"God, did you get more violent?" Dean asks, rubbing his head.
"Did you get more stupid?" Larissa retorts.
"You know... I actually kind of missed this." Sam comments. Both give him annoyed looks. "Or not. I never talked. I'm not here." He quickly retreats outside.
After scolding Dean some more, Larissa goes outside and stands next to Sam.
"So... anything else worth mentioning happen?" Larissa asks.
"Uh... I used Thor's hammer." Sam informs.
"What?" Larissa asks, a short laugh leaving her.
"Mm-hmm. Lightning, you know, the full effect, and all that." Sam says.
"You-- you swung Mjolnir?" Larissa asks.
"Yep." Sam nods.
"Okay, that's hot." Larissa says making Sam laugh. He leans down and kisses her, Larissa wrapping her arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around her waist. They continue to kiss until Larissa lets out a small noise and pulls away.
"What?" Sam asks.
"Mm, no, nothing. You're good. The baby just kicked again." Larissa says.
"Where?" Sam asks and Larissa guides his hand to the part that got kicked. After waiting for a few moments, Sam feels the kick.
"Any more comfortable with it yet?" Larissa asks.
"Meh." Sam shrugs. "Still... still a little weird. Just-- does that not hurt or... ugh!" He shivers making Larissa laugh.
"You're adorable." Larissa says, still laughing. She leans up and kisses him.