A Burdened Family

Chapter 9

"We have been driving for fucking ever."

"We've been driving 3 hours." Sam rolled his eyes, slamming his book shut. "You never complained about distance before, Dean."

"Well I've never not driven."

"Dad used to drive everywhere."

"Yeah, but Lucy's slow as fuck."

"Lucy can hear you, moron." I glared at Dean who was sitting right next to me. "And I'm going 20 over the speed limit."

"Shut up."

"We're almost at Ellen's, Dean." I sighed. "We can switch back after we get there."

"Drive faster."

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"What's in LA?" Sam asked as we slammed the Impala's trunk shut outside Ellen's bar. 

"A young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult." Dean answered. 

"Dibs on bait!" I quickly raised my hand before either of them could take my place. 

"Shut it, Luce. Don't be so eager to play bait." Dean pointed a finger at me.

"Not the point-- this girl got a name?" Sam asked.

"Katie Holmes."

"No way! I loved her on Dawson's Creek." 

"He's joking, stupid." Sam lightly slapped the side of my head. "That's real funny, Dean. And, for you, so bitchy."

Crashes and yelling came from inside the bar, and the three of us exchanged glances. Something was going down inside. 

"Of course, on the other hand, cat fight." Dean remarked, leading the three of us into the bar to find what was going on. Of course, it was a mother daughter fight, exactly what I predicted. Ellen was the world's scariest mother though, and she wasn't too pleased that we walked in on her.

"Bad time, guys."

"Yes, ma'am." Sam answered, backing towards the door.

"Yeah, we rarely drink before 10 anyways." Dean joked, earning a clip on the neck.

"We'll come back later."

"Wait." Jo approached and I froze, cursing myself for not getting out faster. "I want to know what they think about this."

"I don't care what they think!" Ellen yelled.

"Are you guys open?" Some random guy came in with his wife and two kids. Why any guy would take little kids into a bar, I have no idea.

"Yes" Yelled Ellen.

"No" Jo yelled just as loudly.

"Oh, thank god." I muttered, dragging Sam and Dean into a corner of the room.

"We'll just check out the Arbys down the road." The guy mumbled awkwardly.

The telephone rang as he left, and a few tense moments passed before Ellen went to answer. Jo took the opportunity to hand us a folder I assumed they had been fighting over.

"Three weeks ago, a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment." She held out the folder, and all three of us stepped back. "Take it, it won't bite."

"No, but your mom might." Dean answered, glancing at Ellen. She shot him a look, and he snatched the folder from her hands, opening it so we could all see.