Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

074. EVIL MRS. BUTTERS

"Sam? Sam!" Jack yells through the bunker.

"Oh, slow down, dear. Is everything alright?" Mrs. Butters asks.

"Uh, yeah. I was just looking for Sam." Jack says.

"He'll be here any minute. He's got a big date." Mrs. Butters.

"Oh. That's, um, nice." Jack says.

"Are you sure you're alright? Can I get you some soup or something?" Mrs. Butters asks.

"I feel silly." Sam states as he walks in with Libby behind him. "Are you sure I don't look ridiculous? I feel like I look ridiculous."

"Not at all. You look dashing! Let me see. Yes, yes. Oh, are you sure I couldn't trim just the ends?" Mrs. Butters asks, reaching up to his hair.

"Stop it." Sam says.

"Oh, wow. Somebody's shopping at Abercrombie and Bitch." Dean jokes as him, Ophelia, and Nathan walk in.

"Oh! Language!" Mrs. Butters gasps.

"Well--" Dean scoffs.

"Would it kill you to be nicer?" Ophelia asks her dad.

"Yes." Dean nods, smiling at her. Ophelia rolls her eyes.

"Don't you listen to him. You look very handsome." Mrs. Butters assures Sam.

"Eileen's in town. So I thought, after everything that's happened, you know, we could go out on a date. Dinner and privacy, something." Sam says.

"Heavy on the something." Dean grins.

"Gross." Libby grimaces.

"Oh, Dean! Now, here. I want you to take one of the old cars from the garage." Mrs. Butters hand Sam keys. "They're all in tip top condition now. She'll be very impressed."

"Thanks." Sam says.

"Oh, and Sam, one more thing." A bouquet of red roses appear in her hand. "Have fun!"

Sam smiles and takes the bouquet, ready to leave, but he turns back to Libby.

"Sweetie, are you sure you're okay with this? Cause I-I know your parent dating can be hard, even if you don't really remember your mom, but I remember being forced to Becky and-and you weren't fond of that--"

"Well, it is Becky." Libby reasons.

"True. But-But still. You're sure you're okay with this? Cause I don't have to go. If you're not okay with me dating, I won't go. Or-or I can tell Eileen that you wanted to come." Sam says.

"Dad. Go. I helped you get ready, I think I'm good with you going." Libby points out.

"You're positive?" Sam makes sure.

"I will drive you there if you don't leave right now." Libby states.

"Don't worry about her, Sam. She's in good hands." Mrs. Butters assures.

"Have you met him? Worrying about her is his main personality trait." Ophelia states.

"Okay." Sam mutters. He kisses Libby on the forehead. "Call me if you need anything."

"Yep." She replies as he walks off.

"Go get 'em, tiger." Dean calls after his brother.

"You should be nicer to your brother." Mrs. Butters tells Dean.

"Well, now why would I do that?" Dean asks, a small smile on his face.

"Boys." Mrs. Butters softly scoffs. "Oh, Dean, I noticed that there was a broken TV in one of the rooms and I took the liberty of fixing it."