Adventures In Babysitting

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Week One


Sam, Dean and I were sitting silently in dim light in Rufus' cabin.

Sam was sitting in a chair.

Dean was sitting on one couch.

I was sitting on the window seat, looking out of the window.

We all had our hands in our laps, completely quiet.

Sam looked from Dean to me, looking away.

I looked up at Sam and Dean, lowering my gaze.

Dean looked at Sam and me, looking forward.


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Week Two


I was drinking whiskey, looking at a clipboard, holding a pad of paper that had the number that Dad had written on my hand before he had died.

Sam was washing dishes at the sink.

Dean took an address book out of a drawer, opening it.

I had a list below the number.

Zip Code

Sec [?]

Lock

V-Mail

Password

Bank #

Each item was crossed out.


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Week Three


I pinned an article titled "Biggerson's Recalls Contaminated Meat: Customers Report Illness After Eating Turducken Slammers" to a board holding our research. Also on the board were several articles about Dick Roman.

"Guys, you know, um..." Sam trailed off. "I wonder if—if we... I mean, should we be telling people? I mean, people he knew."

"How long ago did I give Frank these numbers?" I asked. "It's been a few weeks, right? What? Is he nuts, or is he just being rude?"

"Probably both," Dean answered.

"Guys, I—I got to ask you a question," Sam told us.

"Unless, of course, something happened to him," I told them. "He can't get to the phone because a leviathan ate his face."

"Yeah, also a possibility," Dean told us.

"We should go check on him," I told them.

"Ness, do you want to call Bobby's people or not?" Sam asked.

"I don't want to call anybody," I told them. "You kidding me?" A phone in one of the duffel bags rang. "Well, I'm not getting it."

Sam took out the phone. "Hello? Uh, no. He's, uh... I—I—It's not, but I'm a friend of his." I picked up Dad's flask that was in the duffel bag, sniffing it, putting the lid back on. "He's... not here, but, look, if you need s—"

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Just some kid," Sam answered.

"For Dad?" I asked. "Girl scout cookies?"

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