anti-hero, supernatural [ 2 ], DISCONTINUED

013. the titanic

The siblings stand in the kitchen while staring at Bobby who is sitting at his desk and researching.

"Say something." Sam whispers.

"No way. One of you do it." Natalie whispers.

"No. One of you." Dean whispers.

"You." Natalie whispers.

"No. You." Sam whispers back.

They each hold one of their hands out for rock, paper, scissors. Sam and Natalie both pick paper and Dean picks scissors. The twins share a nervous look.

"You." Natalie whispers.

"You." Sam whispers.

"You." Natalie whispers back.

They play rock paper scissors and Sam picks scissors and Natalie picks paper.

"Uh... um..." Natalie tries to think of what to say.

"You three just gonna stand there like the ugly girl at the prom, or you gonna pitch in?" Bobby asks.

"Well, that's offensive." Natalie comments.

"This so-called Eve, mother of whatever, ain't gonna gank herself. What's wrong with you two?" Bobby asks.

"Bobby, you haven't slept in days." Dean says.

"I sleep. What are you, my wife now?" Bobby snidely remarks.

"I'm just saying that, you know, taking five might be a good thing." Dean tells Bobby.

"For whom?" Bobby questions.

"Look, Bobby, it was-- it was tough for all of us, seeing Rufus go like that." Sam says.

"You think this--? This ain't about Rufus." Bobby says.

"Bobby, he wasn't just a poker buddy." Dean comments.

"You know when I knew Rufus was done for? The day I met him. The only question was, who first -- him or me? Now, you want to stand there and therapize or you want to get me some coffee?"

The siblings walk further into the kitchen.

"Well, he's doing fantastic." Dean mutters sarcastically.

"Oh, yeah. Never better." Natalie quips.

"Yeah, this isn't about Rufus at all." Sam sarcastically returns.

"Well, what do you want to do? I mean, we can't just sit here and watch him poop out his liver." Dean says.

"Well, we could get him out of the house. There's a job." Sam informs.

"Really? What've you got?" Dean asks and Sam pulls out a newspaper clipping.

"Look. Chester, Pennsylvania. Three people got kicked off in the last week, all freaky. Last guy got karate chopped by his garage door. And these are all blood relatives." Sam informs.

"What are you thinking, family curse?" Dean asks.

"Could be."

"Hey, grumpy--" Dean yells out to Bobby while turning, only to find the older man right there. "You, uh--"

"I don't want to do shit. Leave me alone. Just... get out of my house all of ya. You're driving me nuts." Bobby says.

"Bobby." Dean tries.

"Now!" Bobby shouts. "For the love of Pete."

Sam takes the newspaper clipping from Dean and the three pack and then go outside.