something in the orange, spn [ 2 ]

031. sam's clown thing

Sam and Larissa are leaning against one car while Dean waits at the payphone for Frank. Sam is reading a newspaper and Larissa is leaning against him, her head resting on his arm as her eyes flit across the paper. Ophelia and Libby are sitting on the hood of the car and sharing a bag of Doritos and they have slurpees. Libby slowly gets her appetite back, mostly just eating snack foods and still has yet to finish a meal.

Natalie and Jacob are by their car and the twins are sitting on the hood of the car and playing The Gummy Bear Song, giggling at it.

"God, can't we get them to stop?" Jacob whines. "I can't take it anymore."

"Well, you can make them stop playing it. If you'd rather listen to them scream and cry." Natalie smirks. Jacob huffs.

"Hello?" Dean answers the ringing phone. "I am the eggman." He rolls his eyes. "Seriously, Frank, pay phones? I mean, come on. I-I'm getting the clap off this thing just touching it. Fred Savage? Really? Yeah, no, I know, big mouths are everywhere. Uh, well, since you asked, some actual intel on the Dick Roman guy would be nice. Fine. All right. Yeah, good looking out."

Dean puts the phone up, walking over to his family.

"I hope he finds something quick. This whole protocol du jour thing's really creeping my cheese." Dean says.

"So, we got dick on Dick?" Sam asks.

"Ew." Natalie grimaces and Jacob quietly chuckles.

"That's a vivid way of putting it." Dean comments. "You find anything on Wonder Woman?"

"No. And there probably won't be. They are definitely gone. But..." Sam shows Dean an article about a possible case. "I might have found something over in Kansas."

"All right, well, let's do it. But, uh, a few simple rules, okay? No babies." Dean says. Everybody looks over at the two toddler twins. "You guys know what I mean. In fact, no baby mamas. No bars. No booze. No hot chicks of any kind."

"Wait, wait, wait. Did you just say--"

"Hey. You spawn a monster baby, see how quick you want to dive back in the pool." Dean says, walking to the car.

"Um... you better not be spawning any monster babies, cause I know for fact, I am human." Larissa says.

"Nah, don't worry. I only plan to spawn a bunch of human babies." Sam assures, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"Define "a bunch."" Larissa says making Sam laugh.

"How about we just worry about even being able to practice making them first." Sam suggests.

"Good plan." Larissa says. Sam grins and then kisses her on the temple.

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They're in the morgue and stand around the table, the doctor pulling the sheet back to reveal the man, his body covered in raised sores, ranging in size.

"Ohh. Those are not the fun kind of hickeys." Dean says.

"You're-- you're saying an octopus did this?" Sam asks.

"Not just any octopus. Based on welt diameter, Enteroctopus dofleini." The doctor says.

"And for those of us that skipped the enteroctopus class?" Dean asks.

"Giant Pacific Octopus." The doctor says.

"How giant we talking, doc?" Dean asks.

"Approximately 30 feet." The doctor says.

"I mean, aren't... giant octopi rare around here?" Sam asks with a short laugh.

"Yet here we are." The doctor says.