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.
"Hey." Sam walks in, holding Libby, and Ophelia follows him.
"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." Sam softly chuckles and he nods.
"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 his free hand up.
"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. Larissa and Sam quietly laugh as Bobby glares at Dean.
"Well, it won't kill demons by then. But I can promise you it'll kill you." Bobby says.
"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 hotel room with Nat, I'm in." Jacob grins, standing up. Natalie smacks him on the chest.
"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.
"Oh, come on. I got the couple that can't stand being out of two inches of each other and now her?" Dean motions to Larissa. "She's so sarcastic and annoying."
"Well, if you weren't so annoying, maybe I wouldn't be so annoying." Larissa comments.
"I don't think that made sense." Dean says.
"Dean, just let it go." Sam tells him.
"Fine." Dean grumbles.
"See you, Bobby." Sam tells him.
"Hey." Bobby calls. "You kids run into anything -- anything -- call me."
"Can we even all fit in the same car?" Jacob asks as they leave.
+++
Dean and Natalie had gone into the church to talk to the priest while the others stayed in the car with the girls. Sam mostly just stayed since Libby wouldn't let him leave.
They get to a motel and walk down the hall. Jacob and Larissa are sharing a room while Natalie stays with her brothers and nieces.
Larissa and Jacob's room is first and Jacob unlocks the door, walking in.
"Just, uh... let us know if you guys need anything... at all." Sam tells Larissa before she walks in.
"Okay." She smiles a little, observing his nervous fidgeting. She walks in, shutting the door behind her.
"Aww... so adorable." Dean teases.
"Dude, if you're gonna date her, learn how to talk to her." Natalie says.
"Shut up." Sam tells them.
He looks down at kissing noises and sees Ophelia making them.
"Shut it." He tells her, putting his hand on her face, gently pushing her back as she giggles.
Dean unlocks their room door and they go in, putting their bags down. Sam lightly tosses Libby onto the bed making her giggle.
Dean goes to shut the door, but stops when he recognizes the man walking out of the room across from theirs.
"Richie?" Dean asks and the guy looks up. "I don't believe it."
"Hey, Dean... Winchester, right?" Richie asks.
"Yeah." Dean nods. He watches a woman walk out of Richie's room.
"This is my sister, uh, Cheryl." Richie says.
"Hey." Cheryl greets.
"Hi, Cheryl." Dean says.
"There." Richie hands Cheryl some money and she leaves. "Well, you know... stepsister."
"Come on in." Dean offers and Richie walks into the Winchesters' room.
"Oh, who is this hottie?" Richie asks, looking at Natalie.
"Way out of your league." She comments.
"And my baby sister, so off limits." Dean says.
"She also has a boyfriend." Ophelia adds.
"I don't have a boyfriend. I have a... dude." Natalie says.
"All right, all right. I won't touch her." Richie says.
"Good, cause I'd break your hand." Natalie says.
"Uh, this is our brother, Sam, and his daughter, Libby." Dean informs.
"Ah, yeah, the freaky twins." Richie smiles.
"Really?" The twins ask Dean who shrugs.
"Yeah, no, that's a little freaky." Dean mutters.
"See? Told you." Dean says and the twins both roll their eyes. "And you remember Ophelia."
"Ah, hey, little Ophi." Richie pats her back.
"Hi." Ophelia mumbles, not remembering him very well.
"How do you two know each other?" Sam asks.
"You were in school and Nat was... you know, working." Dean says.
"It was that succubus in Canarsie, right?" Richie asks.
"Yeah, yeah." Dean nods.
"Oh, man. You should have seen the rack on this broad. Fuckin' tragedy when I had to gank her." Richie says.
"What's a rack?" Libby whispers to her aunt.
"Boobs." Natalie whispers back and Libby nods.
"Whoa, whoa. Wait. Who killed her? If I remember, your ass was toast until I showed up." Dean says.
"Oh, I forgot what a comedian this guy was." Richie says.
There's a knock on the door and Sam answers it, finding Larissa and Jacob.
"Hey." He greets.
"Sup?" Jacob walks past him.
"Uh, I-- come in, I guess." Sam mumbles. He steps aside and lets Larissa in.
"Sorry. Uh, we got bored." Larissa says.
"That's fine." Sam chuckles.
"Ah, she available?" Richie asks, noticing Larissa.
"Excuse me?" She asks.
"I'm Richie." He informs.
"Larissa."
"So, uh... you single?"
"No... but I'm not choosing you, so, good try." Larissa says.
"And you are, uh...?" Richie looks at Jacob questioningly as he sits next to Natalie.
"He's her dude." Ophelia says.
"Ah." Richie nods in understanding.
"Your what?" Jacob quietly asks.
"Don't ask." Natalie whispers, shaking her head.
"Richie, Richie, you know what? I told you then and I'll tell you again -- you're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed." Dean says.
Richie's phone rings and he answers it.
"Talk to me." He says. "FYI, Winchester -- words hurt." He tells Dean before turning back to his phone. "Yeah? No, it's not a good time, babe. Later." He hangs his phone up.
"How many women has he hit on today?" Larissa whispers to the twins.
"Probably too many." Natalie remarks.
"So, you find anything in this town, anyway?" Dean asks.
"Ah, no, I got nothing." Richie says. "Oh, wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot?"
"Yeah." Dean nods.
"No, I got nothing." Richie shakes his head.
"Typical. What about your sister back there?" Dean asks.
"Oh, honestly? She definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying?" Richie chuckles.
"I don't." Ophelia says, her face scrunched in confusion.
"Good." Dean says.
"Right. Seriously. Church guy, hobby shop guy -- they were lunch meat by the time I got there. Hey, maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it." Richie says.
"Yeah, that's where we are, too." Sam says. "You know, let's just say that demons are possessing people in this town. You know, raising hell--"
"Yeah, but why would a demon blow his brains out?" Dean asks.
"Well, for fun? You know, he wrecks one body, moves to another. You know, like taking a stolen car for a joyride." Richie says.
"How do you guys know this guy?" Jacob asks.
"He's Dean's friend." Natalie answers.
"Ah. Yeah, no, that-that makes sense now." Larissa comments.
"Anybody else left in the town that fits the profile? You know, nice guy turned douche, still breathing?" Dean asks.
"There's Trotter." Richie says.
"Who's that?" Sam asks.
"Well, he used to be head of the Rotary Club. And then people say he turned bastard all of a sudden. Brought in the gambling, the hookers... ah, he practically owns this whole town." Richie explains.
"Know where we could find him?" Sam asks.
"Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours." Richie says.
+++
They left Ophelia and Libby at the hotel and the five adults get to the bar. It's full of people, the group barely able to walk as they have to squeezes past all the people. Jacob reaches back and grabs Natalie's hand tightly, making sure he doesn't lose her in the crowd.
Larissa gets bumped into by a guy. She stumbles back, stopping herself before she crashes into other people.
"Oh. Sorry, sweetheart." The guy smiles at her. His hand falls onto her hip making her tense up.
"I-I-- yeah." Larissa says. The guy smirks at her, gently squeezing her hip, and then walking off. Larissa keeps her hands held to her chest, trying not to freak out.
"Hey." She jumps at the hand on her elbow. She turns to see Sam who is looking down at her with a concerned look. "Hey. You okay?"
"I, uh... y-yeah. Yeah, I'm good." She nods.
"You sure?" Sam asks.
"Mm-hmm." Larissa nods.
"Okay. Here, come on." Sam places his hand in the middle of her back, leading her over to where the other three are at near the bar.
"Oh, Richie. Look at you." Dean says, observing the man's shiny shirt.
"Hey." Richie shakes his hand.
"Bringing satin back." Dean says.
"Oh, you like this? Try Thai silk -- Canal Street." Richie says. "You'd have to pay $300 for threads like these, easy. Cost to me -- forget about it."
"How much is forget about it?" Sam asks with a small smile. His hand falls from Larissa's back, but she still sticks close to him.
"Ah, forget about it. That's Trotter over there. He sits there all night. Can't touch him." Richie says, the others looking at who he points out.
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna do a little investigating with that bartender." Dean says.
"Easy. me and her, we got a little somethin' somethin' lined up for later." Richie says.
"Yeah, right." Dean says.
"Stings, don't it? All right. I got to hit the head, release the hostages." Richie says. "Be back in a few." He walks off.
"No way he gets a girl like that. I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel." Dean says.
"You think so?" They hear and look to see Father Gil sitting at the bar.
"Oh." Dean awkwardly laughs. "Sorry, Padre."
"Knew you guys would find your way here. They all do." Gil says.
"Right. Yeah, no, having a blast." Natalie remarks. She leans against the bar next to Jacob. She tucks herself into Jacob's side and makes him wrap his arm around her.
"You good?" He asks.
"Hmm? Yeah. Yeah, no, I'm good. Creeps are just less likely to approach if I have a guy with me. Especially if there's physical touch. Well, hopefully, anyway." Natalie says.
"It works unless he's a major creep. They usually stop at nothing." Jacob says.
"Right." Natalie forces a smile. Jacob's grip around her shoulders tightens, bringing her closer, and he kisses her on the head.
"No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?" Sam asks.
"Like it or not, you go where your flock is." Gil says.
"Plus, the clergy drinks for free." The bartender says, pouring two drinks.
"True, and a certain bartender owes me a confession." Gil says.
"Not in this lifetime, Father." Casey says. The two down their drinks.
"Hey." Jacob nudges Larissa's shoulder. "You okay?" He asks. He looks at her with concern, but there's also a knowing look in his eye.
"Yeah." She nods.
"I better see your butt on Sunday." Gil tells Casey. He stands up, facing the hunters. "Nickel or no nickel." He walks off.
"Gross." Larissa and Natalie both whisper.
"What can I get you guys?" Casey asks.
"What's your specialty?" Dean asks.
"I make a mean hurricane." Casey says.
"I guess we'll see about that." Dean says and Casey walks off.
"You drink hurricanes?" Sam chuckles.
"I do now." Dean grins.
Sam looks over, noticing Larissa fidget, and still keep a close proximity to him, but make sure she doesn't touch him.
"You okay?" He asks her.
"Mm-hmm." She nods, playing with the ends of her hair. Sam hesitates before putting his hand on her shoulder, his arm around her back.
"This okay?" He asks and she nods, relaxing just the slightest. Sam gently squeezes her shoulder.
"Hey." Sam taps Larissa's shoulder, getting her attention and she follows his gaze to find a guy holding a gun. The other three also look, Natalie's eyes widening. The guy shoots another guy point blank, everybody screaming and running at the gunshot.
They rush over as the guy aims the gun to his head and Dean tackles him to the floor, getting the gun away from him. Sam splashes the guy with holy water.
"What are you doing?!" The guy asks. "He slept with my wife. That bastard slept with my wife!"
"Somebody call 911!" Sam yells.
~ ~ ~
"Too many cops here. I say we roll." Sam says.
"You wouldn't have to worry so much if you were better at not getting caught." Larissa comments making Jacob snort. Sam looks at her. "Sorry."
"Just be cool." Dean says. "Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst."
"So, what's the deal, then? People in this town getting possessed or not?" Sam asks.
"I don't know. Maybe it is just what it is -- town full of scumbags." Dean says.
"Yeah. Maybe." Sam mumbles.
"You boys and ladies ready for your mug shots?" A cop walks up to them, the siblings tensing up. Larissa and Jacob exchange concerned glances. "The photographer's gonna be here in a few and take your picture for the local paper." He clarifies.
"Be an honor, officer. What a thrill." Dean slightly laughs and the cop walks away.
"Yep. Time to go." Sam says, standing up.
"Wait a second. Wait a second." Dean says.
"What?" Sam asks.
"Where's Richie?" Dean asks.
"Off somewhere being desperate." Natalie shrugs and Larissa quietly laughs.
+++
They got the girls from the hotel and are all out eating. Sam and Jacob walk over to the table with some more beer and Sam has two cups of soda.
"You do realize there's red meat within striking distance, right?" Sam asks his brother jokingly. Dean hasn't touched his burger and is staring at his phone.
"Yeah, are you sick?" Natalie feels Dean's cheeks and forehead.
"Nat." Dean pushes her hand away. "How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?"
"Dean, you're assuming he's missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed." Sam says.
"He's a moron. I mean, he's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail. I got to find him." Dean says.
"All right. Meanwhile, I think I'm gonna trail this Trotter guy." Sam says.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I don't know. Something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here." Sam says.
+++
They dropped the girls off at the motel, the twins, Jacob, and Larissa getting to the building and hiding in the hall outside of Trotter's office.
Sam's phone starts ringing and he quickly answers it.
"You don't silence that thing? Dude, what the fuck?" Natalie harshly whispers.
Sam shushes her, putting the phone to his ear.
"Dean." He whispers.
"Sammy."
"Yeah. Hey. I can't talk right now."
"You guys okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine. Just, uh... meet us at the bar in 20 minutes, okay?" Sam hangs up.
The two quickly go to hide around another corner. They wait until Trotter and his henchman leave the office. They wait for the two to be out of sight before doing anything.
"Okay, Natty, you and Rissa stay back, keep a look out." Sam says.
"What are we supposed to do when he comes back?" Natalie asks.
"Just make a noise. Distract him or something." Sam says. "Come on." Sam and Jacob go to Trotter's office.
After a few minutes, they hear Trotter and his henchman coming back.
"What do we do? What do we do?" Natalie asks.
"Uh... uh, we should-- we should probably look busy. We gotta make a noise, though." Larissa says.
"What noise?" Natalie asks.
"Uh..." Larissa sees the two men's shadows start to turn the corner. Larissa grabs Natalie's face, planting her lips on hers and she slams the Winchester woman against the wall, causing a figurine to fall off a shelf next to them.
Trotter and his henchman only glance at them before going to the office where Sam and Jacob are trying to hide or see if they can sneak out the window.
Knowing they're not right there, Larissa pulls away.
"Sorry." Larissa mumbles.
"No. No, that-- that's one way to act busy." Natalie says.
"Well, I've learned when people are making out, they either get kicked out of the building or just completely ignored, so..." Larissa shrugs.
"Right." Natalie nods.
"Jacob's very lucky." Larissa comments.
"And, uh, you... you're not so bad yourself." Natalie pats her on the arm.
They hear crashing noises from the office and rush down the hall, stopping halfway, seeing Sam and Jacob's backs to them and Sam is holding a gun out.
"All right, back up! Get back." Sam warns.
"Money's in the safe. Take it and go." Trotter says.
"I don't want your money. I just got to be sure." Sam unscrews the cap on his flask. He splashes both of them with holy water and nothing happens.
"What kind of psycho are you?" Trotter asks.
"Oh, God." Sam mutters, mortified.
"Oh, shit." Jacob mumbles.
"Uh... I'm sorry." Sam shrugs, an awkward smile on his face. "I... think this was just a minor misunderstanding?" Sam says. "Yeah, okay, um... how 'bout I just... I just leave, cause... I'll take these." He takes the bullets out of the gun.
"Okay, I'll, uh, I'll leave this for, uh... you, uh..." Sam puts the gun down. "Have a nice day?"
"Good day, men." Jacob salutes them, speed walking out of the office.
"What happened?" Natalie asks.
"Just walk." Jacob says, dragging her down the hallway.
"Walk, walk." Sam ushers Larissa down the hall.
+++
The four are at the bar and waiting for Dean.
"You look kind of tense." A woman says to Sam. He looks around, realizing she's talking to him. "You know, I know a surefire way to relax."
"Maybe later." Sam says. "Excuse me. Hi." He says to the bartender.
"How about you?" The woman asks Jacob, smiling at him.
"I'm, uh... not free." Jacob says.
"We could do some fun stuff." The woman suggests, smiling.
"I, uh... uh..." Jacob isn't sure how to talk, his awkwardness taking over.
"Okay." Natalie mumbles. She grabs Jacob's jaw, kissing him. She kisses him for a few moments before pulling away. "He's not free." She tells the woman who holds her hands up.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender asks.
"Um, you remember that guy we were with last night? We sat right here. Um..." Sam says.
"The big hero who jumped on Reggie." The bartender says.
"Yeah, yeah. The-- the big hero. Right. Um, have you seen him around at all today?" Sam asks.
"Maybe. Depends." The bartender says.
"D-Depends on what?" Sam asks. The bartender raises an eyebrow. Natalie rolls her eyes. "Oh, my-- does everyone around here their hand out?" Sam pulls some money out, giving it to the guy.
"He left with Casey about an hour ago."
"Any idea where they went?"
"Her place... for Bible study."
"All right, you got an address?"
"What's wrong with you? You think I'm gonna give you a co-worker's address, just so you can go over there and get your freaky peeping tom rocks off?" Sam gives him more money. "Corner of Piermont and Clinton. Have fun."
The twins share an annoyed look before the four leave.
+++
They're back at the bar after only finding sulfur at Casey's place, but no Dean or Casey.
"Bobby, it's Sam. We got a big problem. I found some sulfur, and now we can't find Dean. Call one of us as soon as you get this." Sam says, hanging up. "Hey, excuse me. Um, they weren't there."
"I guess you got to catch your jollies another night. Or just catch 'em with one of these chicks right here."
"Ew." Natalie grimaces. "No. Related. Disgusting."
"Here. Why don't you have a drink and relax?" The bartender pours a shot for Sam.
"Yeah, I don't want to relax! What is it with the people in this town?" Sam asks.
"Suit yourself, princess." He downs the shots.
"Hey." Sam points out Father Gil who is sitting in a booth. The four walk over to him.
"Father." Sam greets.
"Yes?" He asks.
"Um... can I-- can I talk to you for a sec?"
"So, the-the bartender the other night, Casey. You know her pretty well?" Sam asks.
"Since she was in pigtails." Gil says.
"And yet he still complimented her ass." Larissa whispers in disgust.
"Well, um, she and our brother, they, uh... they... they left tonight. Together." Sam says.
"Ah. Well, not that I approve, but they are consenting adults." Gil says.
"Right."
"I-I'm sorry. You said "brother." I thought you all were insurance investigators?"
"Right, right. Well, we are. Um, it's like-- it's like a family business, you know? It-- she's my wife." Sam wraps his arm around Larissa's shoulders.
"Yeah, and she's my wife." Jacob puts his hand on Natalie's knee.
"Exactly." Natalie mumbles, nodding.
"Right. Ri-right. Yeah. Wife." Larissa awkwardly laughs.
"Ah."
"Anyways, so, um, so, we went to Casey's apartment, and they weren't there. I-I-- we just have this feeling that they... that they might be in trouble." Sam says.
"What kind of trouble?" Gil asks.
"Just... trouble. Look, please, Father, we need your help. Is there anything you could tell me about Casey? Anywhere she'd go, maybe?" Sam asks.
"Yes, there is a place. Let me get my jacket." Gil says.
"No, wait, wait, wait. Father, we can do this by ourselves."
"Yeah, no need to put yourself out there." Natalie says.
"Kids, if Casey's really in trouble, then there's nothing to talk about." Gil says.
+++
"So, insurance investigating. You enjoy the work?" Gil asks.
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I... like being able to help people." Sam says.
"Ditto." Natalie says, not really wanting to make small talk. Larissa and Jacob also agree.
"Ever think about doing anything else?" Gil asks.
"Like what?" Sam asks.
"Mm, anything. You seem like pretty smart kids. Somehow I see you out in front of the pack. You could do some great things." Gil says.
"I don't know. I like doing what I'm doing, I guess." Sam says.
"Well, it's your life. Does, um... Dean?"
"Yeah, Dean."
"Does he find trouble often?"
"Yeah. Yeah, Dean finds his fair share."
"Well, it's a good thing he has you -- his brother's keeper. Well, keepers."
+++
They pull up to Casey's parents' place and get out.
"Dean?!" Sam calls.
"Dean!" Natalie shouts.
"Dean!" Sam pounds on the door. "Check that way." Sam and Jacob separate from Gil, Larissa, and Natalie.
The two women look around, not paying attention to Gil. So, neither of them notice when Gil picks up a small stone statue. Gil holds it up, hitting Natalie over the head with the statue, knocking her to the ground, unconscious.
Larissa jumps, turning to him, but before she can do anything, he knocks her out.
"Sam!" Jacob and Sam hear Dean yell out.
"Dean?" Sam calls.
"Sammy, down here!" Dean calls. The two walk over to the door that leads to the basement. "The basement caved in!"
"Dean. Hey, hold on, okay? We're coming."
"Who all is we?" Dean asks.
"The four of us and we're here with the Father." Sam informs.
"Sammy, be careful." Dean says just as they hear two thumps.
Sam gets up, seeing Gil's black eyes and Natalie and Larissa on the ground.
A shot sounds out, a bullet destroying a small statue that's right in front of Gil. The three look to see Bobby who has the colt. Gil flings Bobby aside and then throws Sam and Jacob back into the Impala's windshield.
Gil blows the door off of the house and walks in.
Sam groans and rolls off the car, rushing to Bobby.
"Bobby, you all right?" Sam asks.
"Yeah." Bobby nods.
"How did you know where we--"
"Go!" Bobby gives him the colt.
"You heard the man. Go." Ruby says.
Sam rushes to the house. He stops by the two women and sees the cut on their heads.
"Go, go. I got them." Jacob says, walking over.
"Okay." Sam rushes into the house.
Jacob kneels next to Natalie and Larissa.
"Nat? Rissy?" Jacob gently shakes them. After a few moments, they both start to wake up. "Oh, sweet. You're not dead."
"Yahoo." Larissa mumbles, slowly sitting up.
"You guys okay?" Jacob asks.
"Does it look like we're okay?" Larissa remarks.
"Yeah. Yeah, sorry. Right." Jacob says.
"We're fine... ish." Natalie mumbles, wincing as she holds her head.
+++
Natalie, Larissa, and Jacob are at a bakery with the girls and getting breakfast. Their order gets called and Natalie and Larissa get the food, walking back over to the table.
"Coffee. Muffin." Natalie hands the things to Jacob.
"Thanks." He says.
"Mm-hmm. And then two chocolate croissants." Natalie gives Ophelia her food. "And my banana bread."
"Here, Libby." Larissa gives the young girl a croissant and slice of banana bread.
"Thank you." Libby says, taking the food.
"Of course." Larissa softly smiles.
"So... so, you two kissed?" Jacob asks, looking between the two women.
"It's not like we were full on making out. Our mouths were still shut." Natalie says.
"We had to look busy. We didn't have much else to do. And since we had to warn you two somehow, we couldn't just make a noise and then hide." Larissa says.
"Damn." Jacob mumbles.
"What?" The two ask.
"Nothing. I just thought Sam would be the first Winchester that Rissy kissed." Jacob shrugs.
Larissa tears off part of her muffin and chucks it at Jacob.