Running Up That Hill Δ SPN [2]

024. POLICE RETREAT

The four Winchesters get to a cop retreat that Jody is at. She had called Sam earlier, informing him of a possible case. The family have been in the bunker researching the past week or so, and Dean needed out.

They walk into the lodge and find Jody.

"I said I could handle it." Jody says.

"Nice to see you, too." Dean says, hugging her.

"Hey." Sam greets, hugging the woman.

"Hi." Jody greets, hugging the girls. "Okay, I'm headed to the morgue. You want in?"

"Uh, we just came from there." Sam informs.

"And?" Jody asks.

"And flesh was eaten off the second vic, too." Sam informs.

"Anything missing?" Jody asks.

"Uh, his wallet. Why?" Dean asks.

"Because I think a belt was missing off the first kid." Jody says.

"A belt? So... what? We have monsters eating and then robbing people?" Sam asks.

"Trophies?" Ophelia suggests.

"Jodio, you take sugar?" They hear a voice ask.

"No. No sugar." Jody replies.

""Jodio"?" Dean asks.

"It's-- uh-- don't ask." Jody says.

"Wait a second. Isn't that, uh, uh, Donna?" Sam asks.

"Fat spa Donna! Right." Dean says.

"You guys know my stalker?" Jody asks and Sam quietly groans.

"She nearly blew a case for us last time." Dean says.

"Yeah, I haven't been able to shake that ray of sunshine since I got here. She's actually been pretty helpful, but, you know, it's just tough keeping her out of this nightmare stuff, you know?"

"Right. You mind distracting her while we poke around?" Sam asks.

"You show up and now I'm a babysitter?" Jody asks.

"I'm always the babysitter." Ophelia says, a fake smile on her face.

"You love me." Libby grins.

Ophelia lightly rolls her eyes, not having a comeback, knowing it's true.

"Look, she hasn't gotten mixed up with this crap yet. Let's just try to keep it that way." Dean says.

"Fine. But if she tries to show me her sticker collection, I'm out." Jody says.

"You, uh... you mind babysitting the girls too?" Sam asks, puppy dog eyes showing to Jody who looks at him.

"Really?" She asks.

"I'm 14."
"I'm 11."

"And Donna's a fully grown adult. Doesn't matter." Sam says.

"Fine. I will look after three again. At least your girls aren't talking constantly." Jody says.

"Agent Frehley? Agent Criss?" Donna asks, walking up.

"Hey. Sheriff Hanscum." Sam greets.

"I thought that was you! Well, ain't this a kick in the pants? What dragged you in?" Donna asks.

"Uh, well, uh... we can't talk about it." Dean says.

"Oh. Yeah. I hear ya. Anything I can help with?" Donna asks.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Uh, nothing." Sam says.

"Seem a little less eager, why don't ya?" Ophelia mutters.