look after you, spn

005. first funeral

Lucy is sitting, curled up on the couch, a box of pizza on the coffee table and Jody got her a glass of soda.

"Ahh, Netflix, what do you recommend to fill my day off?" Jody asks, putting her wine and pizza on the coffee table. "Speak to me." She picks the remote up, starting to scroll through the options. There's a knock on the door making Jody sigh.

"Here, see if you can find something while I handle that." Jody gives the remote to Lucy.

Jody goes to the door and opens it.

"Wow, you look terrible." Jody says. "What's wrong?"

"Sure, we'd love to come in." Lucy's head whips to the side when she hears Dean's voice. She sits up when the man walks in, getting to her feet when Sam walks in.

"Yeah, we just, uh, finished a hunt in Brookings." Sam says.

"Hi." Lucy smiles, mostly looking at Sam.

"Hey." Sam gives her his usual warm smile. "How are you?"

"I-I'm fine." She says, nodding a little. Her nose scrunches up when she gets a whiff of him, the girl shuffling back a bit.

"Right. Yeah, sorry." Sam gives her an apologetic smile.

"And you couldn't take a shower first?" Jody asks.

"Heh." Dean huffs.

"Ha ha." Sam fake laughs. "We figured we'd stop by on the way home and see you two, Claire, and Alex. Check on everything." Sam says, looking back at Lucy.

"Aw, that's fun. Unfortunately, the girls are in Omaha for the weekend being angsty at a Radiohead concert." Jody says. "But I can feed you." She motions to the pizza boxes on the coffee table.

"Yes. Alright. Oh, uh... since the last time we say you? I killed Hitler." Dean smiles. Lucy frowns at him. Sam rolls his eyes, walking to the living room.

"Thank you?" Jody tells Dean, a confused look plastered on her face.

"You're welcome." Dean smiles, walking to the living room.

Lucy grimaces as she steps closer to Sam, lightly tapping his arm.

"Yeah?" He looks down at her.

"Who's Hitler?" She whispers, a confused look on her face.

"Uh... yeah, we should buy you some books." Sam says. Lucy frowns, her head lowering at the response. "He was a bad, evil guy." Sam briefly describes. "Definitely a conversation for a different time." Lucy nods.

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Jody is sitting in an arm chair while the brothers take up the couch. Lucy is sitting on the floor, leaning back against the coffee table, really just wanting to be a bit away from the stinky men.

"Jody, you watching some kind of chick flick here?" Dean asks.

"Well, Dean, I'm a chick." Jody reminds.

"No, no, no. You're-- you're a badass sheriff chick. You're not a-a rom com chick. Wait, are you a rom com chick?"

"Are you?" Jody counters.

"He's more of a, uh... animated Japanese erotica chick." Sam smirks.

"Really?" Jody leans forward in interest.

"Mm-hmm." Sam smiles and nods. The house phone starts to ring.

"I need to leave this scintillating conversation." Jody says, going to the kitchen.

"Don't tell her that." Dean tells his brother.

"Tell her what?" Sam asks.

"It's Jody, man."