iris, supernatural [ 2 ]

003. dog-dean hybrid

Sam and Larissa are sitting at the map table and Athena is on Larissa's lap.

"Wow." Dean says.

"What?" Sam asks.

"Kevin. Just poured some buffalo milk down his gob twice." Dean says.

"Buffalo milk?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, the hangover cure all. It's got everything in it. Except buffalo milk." Dean says.

"How is that kid still recovering from Branson?" Sam asks.

"What can I say? He's an amateur. The slippery nipple shots at the Dolly Parton Dixie Stampede nearly killed the guy." Dean says.

"All right. Well, uh, I got something that's gonna get us back on the road." Sam says.

"A case?" Dean asks, sitting next to his brother.

"Yeah."

"You sure you're ready for that?"

"Why would I not be ready for that?"

"Aren't you kind of running on empty?"

"Yeah, but the last three nights straight, I had eight hours of shut eye. For a hunter, that's like 20. Trust me, Dean. I feel good."

"Well, that's great and all, James Brown, but you're still recovering from the trials. I think you ought to pace yourself, you know? And the sooner you heal..."

"Yeah?"

"I just want you back to your old self."

"I am, Dean. Look, Kevin's back on the Heaven spell. Crowley's locked up. We should be out there doing what we do best."

"Yeah."

"You want to listen, at least? Okay, great." Sam doesn't wait for an answer. "Taxidermist named Max Alexander mysteriously crushed to death. Nearly every joint in his body dislocated, every bone broken. Poor guy is a human pretzel. You tell me what's got that kind of strength."

"A demonic luchador?"

"Shop's a couple hours away to Enid, Oklahoma. We should at least check it out. Unless there's some reason you think we shouldn't." Sam says. Larissa looks at Dean with raised eyebrows.

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Larissa stuck Athena with Dean while she went to pack her stuff and get some more things for Athena.

Athena is in her baby swing and Dean is sitting in front of her. Larissa makes her way back to the kitchen where she left Dean and Athena, but she slows her steps when she hears Dean.

"Peek-a-boo." She hears him say. "Peek-a-boo." Larissa peeks around the corner. Dean is sitting in front of Athena and playing peek-a-boo with her, covering and uncovering his eyes. Athena is grinning at him.

Larissa softly smiles as Dean continues to play the game. After a few minutes, Larissa clears her throat which startles Dean and he jumps to his feet, turning to her.

"Uh... I was just-- I wasn't doing anything. She-- she wouldn't stop crying, so I just... you know?" Dean shrugs.

"Mm-hmm." Larissa nods.

"You saw nothing." Dean says, walking out.

"Oh, baby." Larissa walks over and picks Athena up. "Your uncle's a big softie. Yeah. Yeah, he is. Don't let the mean, grumpy exterior fool you."

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"Okay, uh, that... symbol in the graffiti, it's not wiccan. It's copywritten. Local animal rights group, Enid's answer to PETA." Sam says while sitting at the table on his laptop.