sparks fly, sam winchester [ 2 ]

076. grandpas

Sam and Miranda get to the motel, Miranda holding Carly and Sam has food.

"Hey, Dean? You find anything?" Sam calls out.

"Uh, you might say." They hear somebody say. They watch as an old guy walks out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Sam takes his gun out.

"Holy--" Miranda holds Carly closer to her, cradling her head.

"Who the hell are you?!" Sam shouts, stepping in front of Miranda.

"Dude, relax. It's me." The guy says.

"Dean?" Sam asks as he lowers his gun.

"Hi." Dean greets.

"What the hell happened?" Sam asks.

"I, you know... found the game." Dean says, going for the food.

"And you decided to be an idiot and play?" Miranda questions.

"Shut up." Dean grumbles.

"You f-- I thought you said you were good at poker." Sam says.

"I am. Shut up. So, you were just gonna shoot some old guy? Is that it?" Dean asks.

"If they're in my hotel room where my daughter and gi-- uh, Miranda are, yeah." Sam says.

"I mean, I didn't know what you were." Sam defends. "I mean, have you seen you? You look like--"

"The old chick in Titanic. I know. Shut up." Dean says, his mouth full of burger.

"I was gonna say Emperor Palpatine." Sam says making Miranda laugh.

The door opens and Bobby rolls in.

"I see you all met John McCain here." Bobby says.

"Yeah. Either of you want to tell us what happened?" Sam asks.

"Bobby's an idiot. That's what happened." Dean says.

"Not the only one." Miranda mumbles, Dean glaring at her.

"Hey, nobody asked you to play." Bobby tells Dean.

"Right. I should have just let you die." Dean says.

"And for damn sure, nobody asked you to lose!" Bobby exclaims.

"It's like Grumpy Old Men." Sam grins making both Miranda giggle.

"Shut up, Sam." The two men demand.

"What the hell were you thinking? He's a witch. He's been playing poker since guys wore tights." Dean says.

"You just don't get it." Bobby says.

"Yeah, I get it, Bobby. You saw a chance to turn the hands of the clock back and get out of that damn chair. Pretty tempting, I can imagine." Dean says.

"No, you can't." Bobby argues.

"You got me. I never been paralyzed. But I can tell you something -- I've been to Hell, and there's an archangel there wanting me to drop the soap. Look at me! My junk's rustier than yours!"

"Dude,  children." Miranda says, covering her daughter's ears.

"You hear me bellyaching? Huh?" Dean asks.

"Uh, actually, yeah." Sam says, the group hearing Dean's stomach rumble.

"Oh!" Dean sits back down. "I think I'm having a heart attack."

"No, you're not." Bobby argues.

"What is it?" Dean asks.

"Acid reflux. Guys your age can't digest certain food. You're gonna need to put down that cheeseburger." Bobby says. Dean sighs and sadly puts the burger down. "So, you want to keep emoting, or you want to talk about solving this little issue of yours? It's got to be about the chips."