this is me trying, spn [ 3 ]

004. baby

It's nighttime and raining as Dean drives the Impala. Billy and Daphne stayed back at the bunker with Cas and they left Athena with the three.

Both Sam and Larissa are in the front seat and Sam's arm is around Larissa as she cuddles into his side. Libby, Ophelia, and Nathan are in the backseat and Ophelia is asleep with her head resting on Nathan's shoulder.

"All right, let's hear it. What do you got?" Dean asks.

"Okay, uh, Quaker Valley, Oregon, town outside of Eugene. Dwayne Markham, the local sheriff, was found in the woods a couple days ago. His body was mauled, so they chalked it up to an animal attack, but I'm thinking--"

"Werewolf." Dean says.

"Yeah, maybe." Sam says.

"Yeah, you're right. That is thin." Dean says.

"Yeah. Probably nothing, right?" Sam asks.

"Probably not. Oregon, here we come." Dean says.

Sam takes his arm away from his wife to reach back and grab a smoothie out of the cooler. He holds it in his other hand, wrapping his arm around Larissa again, slurping his smoothie.

"What is that?" Dean asks.

"It's a smoothie." Sam says.

"Where's the beer?" Dean asks.

"Under the smoothies."

"Where's the rest of the beer?" Dean asks as Sam's phone starts to ring.

"Ooh, it's Cas. We gotta-- we gotta--"

"Man!"

"I gotta get this." Sam answers the phone, putting it on speaker. "Hey, Cas. Everything all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just reading up about the other cases in the area that you're headed to. I haven't found anything yet that matches." Cas says.

"Cas, you've got one job to do and that's to heal. You understand?" Dean tells him.

"I can help." Cas says.

"Yeah, of course you can, Cas, but right now is the time for you to focus on getting better. This is just a milk run. We got it. So... try and relax." Sam says.

"All right." Cas sighs.

"Read a book, hang out with the kids, maybe, watch some Netflix." Sam says.

"What's a Netflix?" Cas asks.

"Go to my room, turn on the TV. You'll figure it out." Sam says.

"All right. Just call if you need anything." Cas says.

"Got it, Cas. Thanks." Dean says and Sam hangs up.

"Why does he have to go in our room?" Larissa whines.

"Libby might have a panic attack if he moved one thing out of place in her room and Oph would explode him. Billy and Daphne are still there. Dean doesn't have a TV." Sam says. Larissa groans.

"I'm gonna kill him if he touches my shit." Larissa mumbles.

"It'll be fine." Sam says, kissing her on the head. "You think he's gonna be okay?" Sam asks.

"He just needs some time, you know? We all do." Dean says.

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Dean pulls up to a bar.

"Are you serious? Dean, it's late. I'm exhausted and-and-- starving. And this place... I mean, even Swayze wouldn't come to this roadhouse." Sam says.

"Okay, first of all, never use Swayze's name in vain. Okay? Ever. Second, you don't remember this place? You don't remember Heather? The hunter that we worked a wendigo case a couple years ago?"