something in the orange, spn [ 2 ]

029. grieving

It's been three weeks since Bobby died and they've all been at the cabin since.

Currently, Dean is standing at the wall of research while Larissa sits on the couch with her legs across it. Natalie is sitting at the table and Briar is asleep in her lap while Jacob does dishes and Justin is playing with his toys on the floor. Ophelia is sitting by Larissa's feet and Libby is still in her bed where she usually is.

Sam walks in and puts duffel bags on the table before getting a beer out of the fridge.

"Guys, you know, um... I wonder if-- if we-- I mean, should we be telling people? I mean, people he knew." Sam says.

"How long ago did I give Frank these numbers? It's been a few weeks, right? What, is he nuts or is he just being rude?" Dean asks.

"Probably both." His siblings chorus.

"Dean, I-I got to ask you a question." Sam says.

"Unless, of course, something happened to him. He can't get to the phone because a leviathan ate his face." Dean says.

"Yeah, also a possibility." Sam says.

"We should go check on him." Dean says.

"Dean, do you want to call Bobby's people or not?"

"W-why is-- why is that our job?" Dean asks.

"Cause nobody else knows, genius." Natalie remarks.

"Because who else is gonna do it?" Sam asks.

"I'm not calling anybody. If you want to, you go right ahead." Dean says.

"I don't want to call anybody. You kidding me?" Sam asks.

A phone from one of the bags rings.

"Well, I'm not getting it." Dean says.

Sam finds the phone and answers it.

"Hello?" He asks. "Uh, oh. He's, uh... i-i-it's not, but I'm a friend of his." Sam says. "He's... not here, but, look, if you need s--"

"Who was it?" Dean asks.

"Just some kid." Sam says.

"For Bobby? Girl Scout cookies?" Dean asks.

"I think maybe... maybe a-a hunter's kid? I mean, she sounded pretty scared. You know, I have caller ID. Maybe we should go find her. We-We can go check on her." Sam says.

"What about Frank?" Dean asks.

"Well, Dean, I think we should go find this girl first." Sam says.

"Sam, Frank's been working on the numbers that Bobby spent his last breath on, and you want to back burner that?"

"Fine. You go check out Girl Scout. I'll find Frank."

"Fine. But you know what? On one condition, if Frank is just spinning his wheels, then you bail out on crazy and come meet me."

"And thanks for drinking my entire beer." Dean says.

"I didn't touch your beer. Mine's right there." Sam points to the kitchen table. Dean looks between the other three adults.

"Don't look at me." Larissa says.

"Does it look like I can easily move?" Natalie retorts, motioning to her sleeping daughter.

"You probably drank it without noticing." Sam says.

"Right." Dean mumbles.

"Any of you wanna come?" Sam asks. Larissa starts to raise her hand. "Not you." He says. Larissa rolls her eyes.