something in the orange, spn [ 2 ]

082. dysfunctional family

Libby is sitting on the end of the bed while Larissa stands behind her and French braids her hair.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." Libby mumbles.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying." Larissa says.

"Ow, ow, ow." Libby says. "You're tugging."

"I am not tugging. You just have a sensitive head." Larissa retorts.

"Heads are supposed to be sensitive." Libby says. "Ow. Ow."

"Libby." Larissa sighs.

"Ow. Daddy!" Libby cries out.

"What, are you two murdering each other out here?" Sam walks out of the bathroom.

"She's tugging." Libby whines.

"I am not tugging." Larissa denies.

"Uh... here, I'll handle it." Sam gives Athena to Larissa.

"I do not tug." Larissa states.

"Right. Uh... Lissy, I-- I love you, but... you do tug when you braid hair." Sam says. Larissa's jaw drops.

"Okay, you know what? Forget both of you." Larissa says. "The family member who appreciates me." She looks at Athena.

"Mama." Athena grins, patting her face.

"Yes. Exactly. We will be outside and away from you two brats." Larissa says.

"Love you!" Sam calls, but Larissa slams the door shut. "Ugh." He winces.

"Are we in trouble?" Libby asks.

"No, not really." Sam says. "If so, me more than you." He undoes what Larissa did and starts to French braid Libby's hair.

"You're much nicer." Libby mutters making Sam chuckle.

After he finishes the French braid pigtails, he kisses her on the head.

"There." Sam says.

"Can we go get breakfast now?" Libby asks.

"We can go get something really unhealthy and bad for you from the vending machine." Sam says.

"Sweet!" Libby grins, quickly climbing off the bed and racing out.

~ ~ ~

"Hey, yo." Sam walks up to Dean who is at the Impala. Sam has two tiny cups of coffee and Libby is eating a honeybun. "Technology, man." He hands Dean one of the cups.

"Real men don't drink out of cups this small." Dean says. He sniffs the coffee. "What is that cinnamon roll?"

"It's, uh, glazed donut." Sam corrects. "Look, man, if you don't want it, I--"

"Nah, it's--" Dean waves him off. "I got it." He takes a sip. "So, any leads on the scanner or the interweb?"

"Nothing. Not even a cat up a tree." Sam says.

"Good." Libby says, taking a bite of her honeybun. Sam softly chuckles.

"So right when we're ready to jump back into it, it goes, uh -- radio silence." Dean says.

"Murphy's Law." Sam says.

"Well, Murphy's a douche."

"You don't even know Murphy." Libby frowns.

"Who cares." Dean retorts. "Hey, feel like taking a detour to Connecticut?"

"What?" Sam asks. Dean holds up a cell phone.

"Found it while I was dustbusting." He gives Sam the phone.

"One of ours?" Sam asks.

"It's one of Bobby's." Dean informs. "And, in total, 27 messages. The only one that counts is from two days ago. Apparently Bobby's been named a beneficiary in Bunny LaCroix's will."