iris, supernatural [ 2 ]

019. no place like home

Sam and Larissa are sitting in the library and Dean walks in with three omelets as Sam gets off the phone.

"You made egg white omelets?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. Breakfast of champions. You know, if you're a dork like you." Dean says.

"And you slept past 7:00." Sam says.

"Yeah, well, until we get answers on this Mark of Cain, I am on a 12 step program not to backslide." Dean says.

"12 steps?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. Hey, if Cain found a way to live with it after going dark side, then I just got to find a way to keep it in check, so haven't had a drink in a week, eight hours of rack time every night, and... now this masterpiece."

"That's three steps." Sam says.

"Well, you know... three steps repeated four times is twelve." Larissa says. "So guess we better figure this thing out fast."

"Both of you shut up and eat." Dean says.

"I'm actually, uh... allergic to omelets." Larissa says.

"Really?" Dean deadpans.

"Totally." Larissa says.

"Wow. That's-- that's awesome." Sam says.

"It's crap. Ugh. God." Dean pushes his plate away.

"So you don't want mine?" Larissa asks, earning an annoyed glare from Dean. She smiles and slides omelet onto Sam's plate.

"Soon as we get rid of this demonic tramp stamp, I am back on the booze, burgers, and... more booze." Dean says.

"You realize that's not a tramp stamp, right?" Larissa asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know, Rissa." Dean waves her off.

"Cause this is a tramp stamp." Larissa stands up, turning her back to them. She lowers the waistband of her jeans a little to reveal a small tattoo of a butterfly on her lower back. Dean chokes on his water. Larissa smiles as she lets go of her jeans and sits back down.

"How long have you had that?" Dean asks.

"Since... before I met you two." Larissa says. "You've never seen it?"

"No. Have-- you've seen that?" Dean turns to his brother.

"Obviously." Sam answers with a small smirk.

"Holy, shit." Dean whispers. "Okay, okay. Tell me you got something."

~ ~ ~

"What the hell?" Sam asks.

"Cain or Crowley?" Dean asks.

"Charlie." Sam says.

"Is she back from Oz? She didn't call?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, uh... she's been busy." Sam says. Dean and Larissa look at the video of Charlie -- in dark clothes and with short hair -- beating up a guy in a backyard.

"What the hell am I looking at?" Dean asks.

"So, you know, I was looking into the news, checking for anything weird, right? I found this story about a torture vic. Apparently, some kid videotaped this at his next door neighbor's house." Sam says.

"What are you saying, Charlie tortured someone?" Dean asks.

"Uh..."

"Our Charlie? Yea big, wouldn't hurt a Hobbit, practically sparkles?" Dean pulls his phone out, trying to call her. "Come on, Charlie, pick up."