not strong enough, supernatural [ 2 ]

088. another teenager

Everybody but Dean is in the brothers and Larissa's motel room.

Daphne is sitting on the couch and flipping through the terrible selection of TV channels. Billy is sitting next to her and is on his phone. Ophelia and Nathan are sitting on one of the beds and she's reading while he plays with her hair.

Jacob is cleaning up some of the twins' stuff after getting them to sleep. Larissa and Sam are at the table and researching. Evie is sitting by Sam and coloring.

Libby is making a sandwich, stopping when she feels arms around her leg. She looks down at the two year old.

"Ibby!" Athena grins.

"Somebody get this thing off of me." Libby orders, glaring over at Sam and Larissa, grimacing when she looks back down at the toddler.

"She just wants a hug. Or food." Larissa says.

"Get it off." Libby demands.

"It is a baby girl. A baby sister." Larissa says, walking over to retrieve her youngest.

"A baby nightmare is more like it." Libby rolls her eyes. "Scratch that -- major nightmare."

"C'mere, baby." Larissa holds her arms out to Athena.

"Ibby." Athena says, moving closer to Libby who grimaces.

"Ibby's busy, honey." Larissa picks the two year old up. She walks back over to the table, sighing at Sam who is trying to hide an amused smile.

There's suddenly a knock on the door making them all look at it. Libby instinctively goes to answer it.

"Ah, ah, ah." Sam hisses, quickly getting up, holding his arm out to her. Libby holds her hands up in surrender, walking back to her sandwich.

Sam grabs his gun and cocks it, opening the door a little bit.

"Yeah?" Sam asks the teen boy on the other side of the door.

"Hiya, Sammy." He smirks.

"Dean?" Sam asks.

"Yeah." Dean moves past Sam, going into the room. "Kids, Rissa, Jacob."

"What the fuck?" Billy sits up. He glances at Daphne, her wide eyes focused on Dean.

"Um... d-dad?" Ophelia says.

"Hey, kid." Dean nods. He pulls a duffel bag out from under the bed and puts it on the bed, rummaging through it.

"W-wait a second. Y-you're a--" Sam starts.

"Uh-huh." Dean nods.

"How?" Sam asks.

"No clue." Dean says, loading and unloading a gun. "Some Scarface looking dude, bright light." He loads the gun and cocks it. "Next thing I know, I wake up looking like Bieber."

"Why would someone turn you into--"

"Don't know." Dean cuts his brother's question off, tucking his gun into his pants. "Don't care. Hey, we got any grenades?"

"What?" Sam asks. Dean tries to pass him, but he stops his still shorter brother. "Don't-- wait, wait, wait. Wait a second. Talk to me."

"Really, Sam? Now? I got no grass on the infield, and a girl's gonna die. Sorry if I'm not in a chatty mood. Look, you wanted me back in the game. I'm back in the damn game." Dean says. "Come on." Dean tells them, walking out.

"Uh..." Sam looks around.

Before anybody can protest, Libby dashes out of the room.

"Wh-- Elizabeth!" Sam hisses. He rolls his eyes, looking back at Larissa.