something in the orange, spn [ 2 ]

047. dean's new low

Larissa is sitting in the backseat with Libby and Ophelia while Dean has gone to get them food. Sam is in the passenger seat and on the phone. Natalie and Jacob aren't traveling since both of the twins got sick so they went to Rufus' cabin to take care of them.

"Yeah. And you're certain? You sure? Okay. Great. Just, uh, just hang tight till you hear from me, okay?" Sam tells the person as Dean gets in the car.

"Who is it?" Dean whispers, but Sam just holds up a finger to quiet him. Dean hands Larissa and the girls their stuff.

"No, listen to me. I said hang tight." Sam hangs up. "We got to get."

"Can I at least finish my burger?" Dean asks.

"We got a vamp to kill, Dean. Carencro, Louisiana." Sam says.

"Huh. It's been a while since I've had some etouffee. Who's the source?" Dean asks.

"Martin Creaser." Sam informs.

"Sorry. For a minute there, I thought you said Martin Creaser." Dean says. Sam doesn't correct him. "Crazy Martin from the loony bin?"

"Glendale Springs discharged him last month." Sam says.

"And? Shouldn't he be assembling toys in a padded room? What's he doing back on the job?" Dean asks.

"I asked him." Sam says.

"You what?" Dean asks.

"Look, he called me when he got out, okay? Asked if I had anything for him that might help him ease back into the game. He seemed okay -- mostly -- so I said yes. I've had him tracking Benny for the past week."

"You put "mostly okay" Martin on Benny? What is "mostly okay" doing hunting at all?"

"Not hunting, Dean -- tracking. Observe and report only. I was crystal clear about that."

"Wow. I can't believe that."

"Really, Dean? You don't believe that? Because Benny's a vampire. And any hunter worth his salt isn't gonna let one just walk around freely. So I had Martin keep tabs on him. And right now, it's looking like I made the right call."

"And Martin's saying Benny did this?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." Dean says after a moment.

"Okay?" Sam asks.

"If Benny's in Louisiana draining folks... we should look into it." Dean says.

"Sweet, so, um... you two go deal with that and the kids and I will stay at a motel here." Larissa says.

"What? No." Sam denies.

"Excuse me?" Larissa asks.

"Lissy, you're nine months pregnant." Sam says. "That-- you need people around."

"What are we, chopped liver?" Ophelia asks.

"I--" Sam rolls his eyes. "People who could drive you to a hospital in case you go into early labor."

"I know how to drive." Ophelia says.

"Legally drive." Sam adds making Ophelia roll her eyes.

"Sam, you and Dean are gonna make me go into early labor if you stick me with your fighting for any fucking longer." Larissa says. "I am an independent woman and I can drive myself, get Oph to drive me, or call the ambulance. We are staying here. You two go have your little bitch fit by yourselves."

"Okay, why am I getting insulted?" Sam asks.

"Because even though I'm on your side, arguing is still annoying." Larissa says. "Plus, we don't need princess one and two around it right now either."