Comfort Crowd Δ SPN [ 1 ]

132. CLOSE THE GATES OF HELL

Sam and Libby are sitting at a table outside on campus of Kevin's girlfriend's college. Libby has a Magic Treehouse book open in front of her, but she isn't really reading. Sam is on his laptop, occasionally glancing at her out of concern.

"Hey." Sam gently nudges Libby's arm, getting her attention. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I guess." Libby mumbles.

""Guess"?" Sam asks. Libby sighs, messing with the corner of a page.

"Do we really have to hunt? Can't we just be a normal family? I mean, maybe not normal, but... you know, live in a house? Get a dog? I don't mind the homeschooling, but I'm tired of motels." Libby says.

Sam frowns, wishing he could give her what she wants.

"You know Uncle Dean isn't really the live in a house type." Sam says.

"You said no more hunting." Libby says.

"I know, honey. I... I'm sorry." Sam tells her.

"Does Uncle Dean hate me?" Libby asks.

"What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?" Sam asks.

"You told him you quit hunting for me. So you didn't look for them because of me. Does that make him hate me?" Libby asks.

"No. No, sweetie, no." Sam shakes his hand, grabbing her hand and gently squeezing it. "Uncle Dean does not hate you and nobody is blaming you for anything."

"Are you sure?" Libby asks.

"Positive. And if he's a jerk to you, tell me, and I'll knock some sense into him." Sam says and Libby nods, a small smile on her face.

They hear a dog barking and look to see a woman walking a brown dog.

"I miss Riot." Libby pouts.

"Yeah. Yeah, me, too." Sam mumbles, still watching the dog.

"Don't judge me." Dean says, him and Ophelia walk over, knocking Sam out of his thoughts. "I gut bubkes."

"Well..." Sam starts. A waitress comes over, putting a burger and two plates of chicken nuggets down in front of Sam.

"And here you go." She says.

"Thank you." Sam tells her as she walks away. Sam pushes the burger to Dean and gives Ophelia one plate of chicken nuggets, the other going to Libby.

"Sweet mother of God. It's for me? Seriously?" Dean asks and Sam nods.

"Check this out. So, I went through campus security archives around the time Kevin should have been here." Sam says. "Anyone look familiar?" He turns the laptop to Dean who is chewing his burger with his eyes shut, savoring the food.

"Dude. It's a burger." Sam says.

"It's a treasure." Dean says. He looks at the laptop, seeing paused security footage that showed Kevin who has a baseball cap on. "All right, so, what, Kevin comes all the way to campus and doesn't see his girlfriend?"

"I don't know... but I went to the computer lab and found the computer he was on." Sam says.

"And?"

"And I found the website he was visiting, found his account username, hacked into the website, found when else this username logged in, and then I reverse tracked the IP address back to the original user, Kevin, who has apparently been using the same wireless router for the past two months."

"That is spectacular work." Dean says.

"He has no clue what you just said." Ophelia states.

"Yeah, any chance I can get that in English?" Dean asks.