not strong enough, supernatural [ 2 ]

027. funky sandwich

Sam and the twins walk down the stairs of the old house that they're in, finding Ophelia, Natalie, and Dean in the room.

"Did you strip enough wire?" Sam asks.

"Yes, I stripped enough wire." Dean says.

"All right." Sam says. He attaches cables to the stripped wires and electricity crackles and the lights come on.

"See? Told you." Dean says.

Sam sits at the table and Libby climbs onto his lap, cuddling into his chest, Sam's arm wrapping around her.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" Bobby remarks as he walks in with Jacob and Larissa, Jacob holding both of the twins, Briar already asleep.

"Yeah. Well, Motel 6 just ain't leaving the light on anymore." Sam says as Larissa sits next to him. Evie tugs on the woman's jacket and Larissa lets the girl climb onto her lap.

"Well, I'm taking a page out of Frank Devereaux's Bible on this. Everybody's out to get you. Paranoia is just plain common sense." Bobby says.

"Weeks, guys. Weeks. We've been living with cold showers, cold Hot Pockets, cold fucking everything. I mean, this is the bottom that we're living in. You guys get that, right?" Dean asks.

"You know, I don't-- I don't think you've said that just enough times. Could you continue to whine a few more times?" Natalie sarcastically asks as she takes Justin from Jacob to help him fall asleep.

"How many big mouths are out there, running card traces, like Chet, or hunting us down God knows what ways? Now's not the time to be laying our bed rolls out on the grid. Not if we can help it." Bobby says.

"Kind of like camping." Sam whispers to Larissa.

""Kind of like camping."" She quietly mocks in a deep voice making their twins giggle. "Shut up." Larissa tells her boyfriend making him chuckle. He kisses her on the cheek, knowing she can't stay annoyed at him when he does that.

Suddenly the lights go off. Sam turns on a battery powered lamp.

"Terrific." Natalie sighs.

"That's just great. This is stupid. Our quality of life is crap. We got Purgatory's least wanted everywhere, and we're on our third The World's Screwed issue in, what, three years? We've steered the bus away from the cliff twice already." Dean says.

"Someone's got to do it." Sam says.

"What if the bus wants to go over that cliff?" Dean asks.

"You think the world wants to end?"

"I think that if we didn't take its belt and all its pens away each year that, yeah, the whole enchilada would've offed itself already."

"Stop trying to wrestle with the big picture, son. You're gonna hurt your head." Bobby says.

Dean grabs a beer out of the cooler and lies down on the couch.

"So, what's the guff?" Bobby asks, sitting at the table with Sam.

"Well, uh, there've been a rash of sightings all over the southern pine barrens. A strange, fast moving, human like creature. Locals even have a name for it." Sam says, showing Bobby the information.

Larissa rests her head on top of Evie's head, shutting her eyes. Sam notices and softly smiles.

"The Jersey Devil? I thought that was just local tall tale crap." Bobby says.

"The area's story of sightings goes back more than two centuries. Some accounts gave it bat wings, others horns, a... a tail." Sam says. "And, uh, oh, yeah, a horse's head." He gives Bobby another printed page.