"Mama, mama." Athena quickly waddles into the bathroom where Larissa was hoping for five seconds of peace. The woman sighs as her child walks up to her, her hands going on Larissa's knees. "Mama."
"What, baby?" Larissa asks.
"Dada seep." Athena informs.
"He's still asleep?" Larissa asks and Athena nods.
"Okay, gimme a minute, babe." She tells Athena.
"He seep."
"I know, but mama's peeing. We can't wake him up with me on the toilet." Larissa says.
After finishing up and washing her hands, Larissa leading Athena out of the bathroom.
"Here. You're gonna jump on the bed, okay?" Larissa whispers. Athena excitedly nods. "Okay." Larissa lifts Athena up onto the bed. Athena immediately starts jumping on the bed, both that and her giggles waking Sam up.
The giggles prevent him from grabbing the gun under his pillow. Sam grunts as a weight lands on, the giggles now in his face. He opens his eyes, seeing Athena in his face, her short curls falling into his.
"Hi." She giggles out.
"Hi, baby." He tiredly chuckles. He helps her sit up on his chest, her hands gripping onto his shirt for balance.
"I'm assuming you were in on this?" He spots Larissa by her bag.
"Well, she didn't exactly climb up by herself, I'll say that." Larissa says with a small smirk.
"You're evil." Sam says, sitting up, readjusting Athena to sit on his lap.
"You love it." Larissa remarks.
"I'm getting you back for this." Sam says.
"Uh-huh. Sure. You know waking up to those giggles is the best thing ever." Larissa states.
"Yeah, I guess." Sam mutters. He tickles Athena making her giggles and squirm and he smiles, stopping after a few moments, the toddler's giggles slowly coming to a stop.
"Well, I'll let you get ready. Thena, mommy or daddy?" Larissa asks.
"Mama." Athena climbs out of her dad's lap, rushing to her mom.
"They always want mama." Larissa says, picking her daughter up.
+++
Sam walks up to Dean, Larissa, and Athena who are at the Impala.
"Hey, yo." Sam calls. "Individually brewed." Sam hands a cup to Dean. "Technology, man."
"Real men don't drink out of cups this small." Dean says.
"Real men don't care." Larissa remarks.
"What is that, cinnamon roll?" Dean asks, sniffing the coffee.
"It's, uh, glazed donut." Sam says. Larissa's nose scrunches up in disgust. "Look, man, if you don't want it, I..."
"Nah, it's... got it." Dean takes a sip of the coffee.
"Here. I know you don't like glazed donuts, so, uh, they had caramel." Sam says.
"Ooh." Larissa grins, taking the cup from Sam.
"So, any leads on the scanner or the Interweb?" Dean asks.
"Nothing. Not even a cat up a tree." Sam says.
"So right when we're ready to jump back into it, it goes, uh, radio silence." Dean says.
"Murphy's law." Sam says.
"Well, Murphy's a douche. Hey, feel like taking a detour to Connecticut?"
"What?"
"Found it while I was dustbusting." Dean holds up a cell phone.
"One of ours?" Sam asks.
"It's one of Bobby's. And, in total, 27 messages. The only one that counts is from two days ago. Apparently Bobby's been named a beneficiary in Bunny LaCroix's will."
"Bunny LaWho?"
"Attorney said she's an heiress and Bobby's presence or next of kin is being requested in New Canaan." Dean says. "I figured we qualify."
"How did Bobby know an heiress?"
"Bobby had secrets, man. Like loving on Tori Spelling. If he only knew Dean cheated on her. Anyway, road trip? Who knows, maybe Bobby earned us some beer money."
+++
They pull up to the mansion and get out.
"Wow. Think we're a little underdressed? I mean the fed threads are in the trunk." Sam says.
"You kidding me? For once, we don't have to wear suits. You're lucky my waistband's not elastic." Dean says. He rings the doorbell, Beethoven's Fur Elise playing. A maid opens the door.
"May I help you?" She asks.
"I'm Sam Winchester. This is Dean Winchester and Larissa... uh... this is Larissa. We're here on behalf of Bobby Singer." Sam says. Athena makes a noise. "That's Athena Winchester."
"Mr. Singer won't be coming?" Olivia asks.
"No, he passed away." Dean says.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Olivia says.
"Uh, condolences for your loss too." Sam says.
"Thank you. Well, you just missed the funeral, but the family's relaxing inside if you'd like to join." Olivia says, leading them inside. "Allow me to introduce Sam and Dean Winchester and... Larissa."
"Sam and Dean Winchester of the Westchester Winchesters?" One woman asks.
"Uh, no. I don't think there's--" Sam looks at Dean.
"Nah."
"Any relation. Sorry."
"No matter. You two are... adorable." Heddy says.
"Oh." Dean mumbles.
"I'm Heddy, Bunny's cousin and this is my sister, Beverly." She introduces.
"Charmed, I'm sure." Beverly says.
"And that's Bunny's youngest brother, Stanton. Stan for short." Heddy informs.
"Come on in, fellas, join the morning." Stan says.
"And his child bride... Amber." Heddy says.
"Go Stan!" Amber cheers as Stan goes to hit one of the pool balls.
"Babe, don't. You're breaking my concentration."
"And then there's Dash. That's the baby of the family. He's Bunny's great nephew -- Harvard business." Heddy says.
"How did you guys know Aunt Bunny?" Dash asks.
"We, uh..." Dean starts.
"We-We-- we didn't personally know her. Our-- our surrogate dad, Bobby Singer did." Sam says.
"Bobby? Never heard of him. But you can fill us in over the weekend, huh?" Beverly says.
"The weekend?" Dean asks.
"Didn't the attorney tell you? Service was today and the reading of the will tomorrow." Heddy says.
"Oh, but you're welcome to spend the night. All the rooms sleep two." Beverly says.
"Or three." Heddy slaps Dean on the butt.
"Okay." Dean awkwardly chuckles as Heddy walks away.
"Where's Colette?" Amber asks.
"She quit. Poor dear was so distraught over Mrs. LaCroix's passing. Went off to find herself." Phillip says.
"Ashram in India?" Heddy asks.
"Uh, clown college in Sarasota." Phillip corrects.
"Oh, your favorite place, Sammy." Larissa quietly jokes.
"Ah, ha-ha-ha." Sam fake laughs as Larissa smiles. Athena quietly giggles at them.
"Good choice." Heddy says.
"May I have a word with you in the hall in five minutes?" Phillip asks the hunters.
"Sure." Sam nods.
"Yeah." Dean agrees.
"Absolutely." Larissa says.
"So, Sam, tell me... do you work out?" Beverly asks. Larissa chokes on air.
"Mama?" Athena asks, her hand resting on top of her mom's.
"Mama's fine, baby." Larissa assures.
~ ~ ~
"Charmed, I'm sure." Dean mocks. "What are these people?"
"I think they're called W.A.S.P.S." Sam says.
"What?" Dean asks. Sam clears his throat, smacking Dean's arm, nodding to Phillip walking over.
"My apologies for being so oblique back there, but I'm doing you four a favor." Phillip says.
"Okay." Sam says.
"As you know, Mrs. LaCroix bequeathed something to your Mr. Singer. But the reading of the will isn't until tomorrow and I would hate for you to have to stick around and be forced to... well, mingle with the family."
"I would love to leave. Thank you." Larissa smiles.
"Don't worry, Alfred, we know which one the shrimp fork is. Kind of." Dean says.
"Oh, Mr. Winchester, if you're implying that I don't think you're good enough, it's quite the contrary. You're far too good. The LaCroix family is... how shall I say this politely? Money grubbing leaches." Phillip says.
"Don't know how polite that was, but, okay." Larissa says.
"What are you talking about? I thought they were all loaded." Dean says.
"Loaded -- yes. Rich -- no. The recession hit every one of them and I'm afraid if they knew what Bunny left you, those vultures would try to stake claim. And since the attorney kindly agreed to a hand off, you don't have to be subjected to their scrutiny." He hands Dean an envelope.
"Do you have any idea how Bunny and Bobby knew each other?" Sam asks.
"Not in the slightest." Phillip answers as Olivia walks in. "Um, now if there's nothing else, shall I have Olivia show you out?"
"No, no. That's, uh... we got it. Thanks." Dean says. Phillip and Olivia leave. Dean pulls a large jeweled cross on a chain out of the envelope. "Huh. Kind of fancy to leave a guy like Bobby."
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sam asks.
"If Bunny was banging Bobby, then maybe these rocks are real." Dean says.
+++
"What do you mean it's not real? The old bag was rolling in it." Dean says.
"Well, looks like the old bag's got a soft spot for fake rubies and cubic zirconium. This is interesting, though." The pawn shop guy pulls the top of the cross off. "It's a key."
"A key to what?" Sam asks Dean.
"There's one way to find out. Ask Jeeves." Dean says.
+++
They get back to the mansion and find a police car outside. Sam rings the doorbell, Phillip answering it.
"Everything okay?" Dean asks, nodding to the cop car.
"Not really." Phillip steps aside and they walk in. "I presume you gentlemen, lady, and baby left something behind. I'll check the front closet for burlap."
"I got news for you, Mr. Belvedre, jacket's canvas." Dean says.
"You were all here earlier?" A man walks up.
"Yeah, who wants to know?" Dean asks.
"Detective Howard." He shows his badge. "New Canaan P.D. Congratulations, boys, lady, you're now officially murder suspects."
"Damn. Didn't know being a baby got you off the hook so instantly." Dean mutters. The two parents give him a look. "It was a joke." He whispers.
"Bunny LaCroix's brother Stanford was killed this evening. His body's just gone to the morgue." Detective Howard says.
"And you think..." Dean says.
"I don't know what to think. And that's why you three and anyone else who stepped foot in this house today is being detained for questioning." Detective Howard says.
~ ~ ~
"Beverly, let go of me. It's so obvious she's guilty." Heddy says.
"You're off your rocker, old lady." Dash says.
"Old lady? I..." Heddy notices the brothers. "I'm 39."
"And you have been since '03." Dash retorts. Larissa quietly snorts, quickly covering it up with a cough.
"How-- how dare you?" Heddy glares at him.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but... but who's guilty?" Sam asks.
"The town slut, Amber. She killed Stan." Heddy states.
"And what's her motive, Murder, She Wrote?" Dash asks.
"Oh, everyone knows that Amber was sleeping around. She wanted to leave Stan but her prenup was ironclad. So she killed him." Heddy says.
"Sounds logical." Dean says.
"Well, unless you believe that ridiculous story that she's been peddling. A ghost killed Stanton. Honestly." Heddy scoffs.
"Uh, a ghost?" Sam asks.
"She's claiming that Bunny's late husband, Lance, did it. Have you ever heard such a thing? What a panic. So stupid." Heddy says.
"You're nutty as a squirrel on a those synthetic hormones." Dash says.
"Nutty? How appalling of you. Don't they teach you manners in Harvard?" Heddy asks.
"So, uh..." Dean says.
"Looks like we might have a case here. Vengeful spirit?" Sam asks.
"Yeah. Think we can get to the car, get the EMF?" Dean asks.
"Not with, uh, Detective Friendly. Not a chance. Guess we're gonna have to go old school." Sam says.
"All right, cold spots it is." Dean says.
"Yeah." Sam nods.
"You stay here. Keep an eye on Mrs. Peacock and Colonel Mustard. I'll sniff around." Dean says.
"All right." Sam says and Dean leaves. Beverly waves at Sam flirtatiously. Sam awkwardly waves back.
"Oh, come on, Sammy. Go hang out with your new girlfriend." Larissa encourages. "She wants that workout routine."
"I-- she's not my-- I don't--" Sam stops when he sees Larissa's smirk. "You suck."
"Not recently, actually." Larissa retorts.
"Why is it with those two words, you and Dean always go to a sex joke?" Sam asks.
"It's just so easy." Larissa says. "You can't make a sex joke with that. Because I wasn't easy due to sex trauma."
"I--" Sam gives her a look.
"Go have fun with the cougar. I'll babysit our kid." She pats Sam on the arm, walking away. Sam walks up to Dash.
"Hey. Got to say for a family that just lost two members, you all seem... fine." Sam says.
"Well, Sam, I'll let you in on a little family secret. We don't really like each other. Then again, what family does?" Dahs asks.
"Mine does. Uh, for the most part. It's just a few of us left, so..." Sam shrugs.
"Then you're lucky. Trust me, it's a miracle we've been under the same roof for 24 hours and haven't-- oops... my bad." Dash says.
"And, uh... why are you so sure Amber didn't do it?"
"Because Amber's not a killer. She has trouble using Wi-Fi. I don't exactly think she's capable of murder."
"And her story about the ghost?"
"I don't believe in ghosts. That said, if anyone would come back to haunt, it's Uncle Lance. Heard he was a real bastard. No one really mourned his death except Aunt Bunny who became a recluse after he died. So maybe the old goat has a chip on his shoulder. Who the hell knows?"
"Dash, you're up." Detective Howard states, him and Amber walking in. As they pass each other, Amber and Dash share a look. Larissa's jaw slightly drops, her eyes widening. She grabs Athena and quickly walks to Sam.
"Okay. Baby nephew and child bride -- definitely fucked. At least once." Larissa quietly states.
"What?" Sam whispers.
"Yes." She nods.
"How do you know?" Sam asks.
"I'm a girl. We're not stupid, we see things." Larissa says. "That look had some underlying meaning and it was them in each others' pants."
~ ~ ~
Sam, Heddy, and Beverly are playing cards while Larissa sits on the couch with Athena who is slowly falling asleep. Sam notices Dean walk in with Olivia.
"You know what, uh, excuse me." Sam says.
"No, no, stay." Beverly says as Sam walks over to Dean, the two standing at the back of the couch Larissa is on.
"Hey. So?" Sam asks.
"You seen the butler?" Dean asks.
"No. Why?" Sam asks.
"Cause if anybody has answers, it's him. We're dealing with two vengeful spirits. Apparently, Aunt Bunny had a bee in her bonnet as well." Dean says.
"Uh, husband and wife tag team killer ghosts?" Sam asks.
"Well, got to keep the marriage alive somehow." Dean says.
"Even if they aren't?" Larissa asks and Dean shrugs.
"The key is to a hidden attic." Dean states.
"Why would Bunny want Bobby to have a key to her attic?" Sam asks.
"I don't know. It gets weirder. I found Olivia and Colette locked inside." Dean says.
"Clown college Colette?" The two question.
"Yeah, but she ain't studying balloon animals. She's dead." Dean says.
"Now what does the butler have to do with all this?" Sam asks.
"He's the one who locked them in there. Now I don't know why, but he's covering for the spooks. He's acting like their Renfield." Dean says.
"All right, we've got to find him. I'll take upstairs. You take down here." Sam says.
"All right. Uh... what about Lissy? Probably best she doesn't get targeted by our favorite detective." Dean says.
"Here. Two and two. You take baby." Larissa gives Athena to Sam. "We'll take downstairs."
"Okay." Sam nods, heading upstairs.
"Okay, uh... well, it's a pretty big downstairs, so split up? Meet in the middle?" Dean asks.
"Yeah." Larissa nods, both walking different ways.
"Sam Winchester! Where did you turn off to?" He hears the detective ask. Athena coos, Sam covering her mouth.
"Shh, shh. We're hiding." He whispers, quietly rushing up the rest of the stairs. He's forced to stop when he finds Beverly.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Whatcha doing, snooping around these halls, hmm?" Beverly asks.
"Uh..."
"Up to no good? Why don't we get up to no good together? You know, they say women just get better with age. Like a fine wine or-- or cheese."
"Uh, I-- I, uh... I'm lactose intolerant, so." Sam shrugs.
"Oh, come on, Sammy. Don't be coy."
"I'm taken." Sam says. "Kind of." He whispers.
"I don't see a ring on that finger." Beverly says. "We have a good ten minutes before my interrogation. And I bet a young buck like you can do a lot in ten minutes."
"I'm right behind you." Sam says.
"Right behind me, oh. Could you just give me a hand with this zipper." She heads into the bedroom and Sam sneaks down the hall quickly.
+++
"So the shifter's getting its jollies by impersonating dead people?" Sam asks, the three hunters standing in the kitchen by Phillip's body. Sam keeps Athena's head hidden in the crook of his neck so she doesn't see the body.
"Yeah. First Bunny, then Lance, now Phillip. Guess we can rule out the butler did it." Dean says.
"And the creep just shed so now it could be anybody. Even one of you." Sam says.
"Or you." Dean says. "We need to find some silver."
"Well, wedding ring is out." Larissa says, holding up her empty ring finger.
"Oh, my God!" Olivia screams.
"Hey. He was like that when we found him." Dean says.
"Who did this?" Olivia asks.
"We don't know yet, okay? Now, listen. Calm down. I know you think he was working with ghosts, but there's something way worse going on here." Sam says.
"Worse than... what's going on?" Olivia asks.
"If you want to help, then help. Can you do that?" Dean asks. Olivia opens a drawer with silverware.
"Why do you need the silverware?" Olivia asks.
"For protection." Sam says.
"Butterknives?" Olivia asks.
"Trust us. There's a method to our madness." Dean says.
"Can you, uh... hold this?" Sam holds a knife to Olivia and she takes it. Sam picks up two more knives. "Dean, Lissy." They take the knives. "All right." He picks up a knife.
Dean reaches over and holds his knife to the back of Athena's hand that rests on Sam's shoulder.
"Okay, I don't think it's gonna transform into a baby." Larissa says.
"I'm just making sure." Dean says.
"Let's do this." Sam says.
~ ~ ~
Sam and Larissa walk into the lounge, Larissa holding Athena.
"Who cares if he's ugly if you're drinking Mai Tais in the lap of luxury?" Heddy says.
"Hey. Hey, ladies." Sam greets.
"Hi." Heddy says.
"What are you doing?" Sam asks.
"Trying to find Beverly a man." Heddy says.
"I've resorted to fishing online because the live ones won't bite." Beverly says.
"You mean back there? I-I was just playing hard to get." Sam says.
"Wait, back where?" Larissa quietly asks. Sam shushes her.
"Well, then... you're a very convincing actor." Beverly motions for Sam to sit down.
"Sure. All right." Sam walks over and Beverly pushes Heddy to the other end of the couch.
"Sit here. Yes." Sam sits between them.
"Ah. Oh. Mm." Beverly leans into Sam's side. Sam puts a hand on Beverly's leg, making sure his hand isn't too high.
"Boo. I'm feeling so left out." Heddy says.
"Well, then, uh, come on in, darling. Water's warm." Sam says. Heddy moves closer and Sam wraps his arm around her, his hand resting on her bare shoulder.
"Oh. Oh, yes." Heddy says.
"I need a drink." Larissa mutters, walking over to the alcohol table. She pours herself some whiskey and shoots it back, hissing at the strong flavor.
"Mama." Athena reaches for the bottle.
"Nope. No. Grown up juice. 20 more years for you, babe." Larissa tells her making the toddler pout.
Sam is still sitting between the two women, but even more reluctant. Larissa stands to the side with a glass of alcohol she keeps out of Athena's reach.
Larissa notices Dean, Dash, and Amber walk in, and she walks over to Dean.
"Wow. Jealous yet?" Dean asks.
"Shut up." Larissa tells him.
"Take that as a yes." Dean mutters.
"Did you see how long his fingers were?" Heddy asks.
"Should feel how long they are." Larissa says. She looks at Dean who has a disgusted look.
"In front of me? Really? Hell, in front of your kid?" Dean asks.
"Sorry." Larissa awkwardly laughs.
"There... there's just--" Sam tries to move.
"First of all, did you see this? Look how long..." Heddy says.
"Should I come back when you're done?" Dean asks.
"Oh, he's-- he's-- he's calling to me, so..." Sam finally gets up.
"And it's all going to Hell, right here, right now." Dean says as Sam walks over. "Sorry to interrupt." Sam shivers.
"Gray Gardens cleared." Sam says.
"Okay, well, so is Dash and Amber. They're a thing, by the way." Dean says.
"Told you so." Larissa says.
"W.A.S.P.S." Dean scoffs.
"Well, so that's everyone. Except for--" They hear Olivia scream. Everybody rushes to where Olivia is standing outside of a room. They go into the bathroom, the detective dead with his head in the toilet.
"Well, we got a floater." Dean says.
"Great." Sam sighs.
"Yeah, he's a goner." Dean says.
"Drowned in the toilet? How filthy." Heddy says.
"What kind of monster would do such a thing?" Beverly asks. The two women look at Olivia.
"Don't look at me. I was just trying to pee." Olivia says.
"Okay, hold on. Before we start pointing fingers--" Dean says.
"Amber has motive. She killed the detective because she knew that it was just a matter of time before he figured out she killed Stan." Heddy says.
"Bravo, Rizzoli!" Dash sarcastically claps. "You solved the case. Want to weigh in, too, Isles?" He asks Beverly.
"I didn't kill Stanton or the detective. And I have proof." Amber states.
"Okay, guys..." Sam tries.
"My alibi is in this room." Amber says.
"Ooh, wait for it." Dean mumbles.
"Amber couldn't have killed the detective cause she was with me. We're in love." Dash says.
"We're sleeping together." Amber says.
"I knew it." Beverly says.
"Well, then you have motive, too. You offed Stan because you were diddling his wife." Heddy tells Dash.
"Oh. The old lady doth protest too much. You're only pointing the finger to distract from your own guilt. And you probably got Baby Jane to help." Dash says.
"Well, I never! I'm leaving." Beverly states.
"All right, hang on." Dean grabs Beverly's arm, preventing her from going. "First of all, who talks like that? Second of all, no one's leaving, okay?"
"Oh, get your hands off me, young man." Beverly grabs Dean.
"Okay, see, I don't trust anyone." Dean rips himself away from Beverly. "And leaving just makes you looks guilty."
"Dean is right, okay? We have four corpses now." Sam states.
"Four corpses?" Amber asks.
"Yes. You can add Phillip and Colette to the list." Dean says.
"Clown college Colette? But I thought she--" Heddy says.
"She's dead! All right, she's dead." Dean says.
"And we can't help you unless you stop arguing with one another. You need to trust us." Sam says.
"Trust you? Uh, we don't even know you. Look, buddy, I'm trying to be objective here, but we've had countless family functions before and eve though we wanted to kill one another, we never did." Dash says.
"Dash is right. Our get-togethers never end in murder. The only thing different this time around is you." Heddy says.
Dash grabs the detective's gun, aiming it them.
"Whoa. Whoa." Sam steps in front of Larissa who is still holding Athena. Larissa holds onto her daughter tighter.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. First of all, whoa. Whatever you're suggesting--" Dean says.
"You three! Let's go. Don't even think about it. I hunt pheasant." Dash states. Larissa rolls her eyes. They walk out of the room and into another one. "Sit tight until the cops get here.
"You don't want to do this. We are your best shot at making it out of here alive." Dean says.
"We're not the bad guys, Dash." Sam says.
"Yeah. If we were bad guys, trust me, we wouldn't have a damn baby." Larissa says.
"I beg to differ. You're wearing flannel." Dash shuts the door.
"Hey!" Dean tries to open the door. He takes a butter knife and tries to pry the door open.
"Hey. Keys." Sam says, holding some up.
"No, it's locked from the outside." Dean says.
"Are you kidding me? Great." Sam scoffs.
"Made in Taiwan. Fucking stainless steel." Dean says, tossing the bent knife aside.
"So that's why no one sizzled? They're not even real silver?" Sam says.
"First cubic zirconium, and now this. No wonder the rich stay rich. How we gonna kill this thing?"
"You know, we got silver bullets in the trunk."
"Yeah, assuming we ever make it out of here."
Larissa is sitting down and watching the security footage. She watches as Olivia pulls a gun out on the remaining four family members.
"Uh... guys. You're gonna wanna see this." Larissa says. Sam and Dean walk over, looking at the feed she's pointing to.
"We got played by the maid." Dean says. He looks around, deciding to try the door again. He throws himself against the door, hissing in pain. "Both doors are reinforced."
"Gun safe." Sam says after opening a cabinet.
"Hey." Dean tosses Sam the keys that Sam found earlier. "Try these." Sam does and gets the safe open, taking a gun out.
Sam points it at the locked door. Larissa covers Athena's ears and Sam shoots the door, getting it open.
"Okay. You and Thena stay here, I'll come get you after." Sam says.
"Okay." Larissa nods.
Sam kisses Athena on the head and instinctively goes to kiss Larissa, but both freeze.
"Uh..." Sam's eyes flit all over her face as she slightly smiles. Sam awkwardly clears his throat. He grabs Larissa's hand and high fives her.
"Sam." Dean hisses.
"Yeah." He follows Dean out, shutting the door behind him.
"Your daddy's super awkward." Larissa tells Athena who coos. "Yes, he is."
+++
"Yes, officer. Yes, thank you very much. Yes, no, you can't miss it. Big house on the end of the street. All right, bye now." Dash hangs his phone up as everybody leaves the house.
"Guys?" Dash walks up to the hunters. "Police are on their way. What a mess. I owe you three an apology."
"Don't sweat it. I mean, you were just protecting your family and there's nothing wrong with that." Sam says.
"So I spoke to Aunt Bunny's attorney. He said outside from the pendant, everything was left to Olivia." Dash says.
"Hey, you know what? Speaking of that... you guys should keep it." Dean gives him the pendant. "It's a key to the attic."
"Bobby must have really meant something to Aunt Bunny. How can we repay you?" Dash asks.
"You know what? Just forget we were ever here." Dean says.
"But you saved our lives. I want everyone to know what heroes you--"
"Look, pal, the fact that we pulled your bacon out of the fire is nobody's business. Okay? Hey, I'm serious, Izod. Put a pin in it. Or we'll come back for your preppy ass."
They get in the Impala and Dean drives off.
"Dean, what was all that back there?" Sam asks.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asks.
"I mean... all those extra shots after the shifter was already dead. What was that?" Sam asks.
"I don't know. Target practice?" Dean shrugs.
"Come on, man. I'm serious. You sure it wasn't... I don't know, demon residue or something to do with the mark or..."
"No. No, none of that."
"Right. Look, man, I got to be honest--"
"Oh, my God, Sam. It was my first kill since I've been back. You know, I got a little anxious. I wanted to make sure it was done right -- plain and simple. It's... why am I even explaining this to you?"
"Dean, I--" he stops as Dean turns the radio up. He glances back at Larissa who gives him a comforting yet sad smile. Sam sighs, looking out his window.