Life with Dean and Sam Winchester.

Interrigation of the sitters

--Juliette--

Me and Sam walked into the small house, and followed the sounds of happy giggles to the kitchen. I smiled to myself as Dean and Keyla came into view, the sene before me was so.... cute (for lack of better words). Sam cleared his throat effectively capturing their attention. Their giggles cut short, and they both stared at us with wide eyes. I covered my mouth to stop the laughs, but was very unsuccessful as the loud vibrating laughter floated out of me.

I bent over, my stomach hurting from laughing so hard. Soon everybody was joining in, our laughter echoing off the walls. A wailing from upstairs, captured my attention and I gave Keyla a look as if to say 'you will fill me in on this!' as I walked out of the kitchen.

--SAM--

After Jules left the room, I turned my amused gaze to the two covered in cookie dough. I laughed freely, more freely than I have in years. It was a nice feeling, but it was feeling that I don't think will last very long. A hunter didn't get a happily ever after, or even a happy for now kind of deal. We got more like: 'Oh you're happy? I shall fuck it up!' Kind of deal.

"We can explain?" Dean said, well more like questioned, and leaned back onto the counter. That action drawled my attention to the kitchen surfaces, they were spotless. How in the hell did these two mange to be covered and the kitchen still be clean?

"Yeah, we can explain!" Keyla said, her voice held a triumphant edge to it. She muttered a list of profanities as she thought of a good explanation as to why they were covered in cookie dough. I sat there and waited for them to continue. My face completely blank, as I listened to the full story, and laughed silently in my head.

--Juliette--

I walked up the stairs, my back hunched lightly as exhaustion claimed me. I really didn't want to wake Gabby up, but I knew I had to. I trudged into the room, but found the bed completely empty. My thoughts raced as I looked through the rooms for my baby. All of them empty, I dashed down the stairs with a heavy heart and tears streaming down my face. The conversation going around the room was jolly and joking, but as soon as they took in my appearance the happiness disappeared into thin air. Sam rushed to my side and gathered me in his arms without a question. He was giving me comfort but I needed space for a second as I gathered my thoughts enough to speak, so I lightly pushed him away. I didn't miss the way his eyes filled with hurt, but at the moment the most important thing is Gabby and finding out where in the fuck she was.

"Gabby-" I cut off, sobs rocking my body, I took a deep breath before starting again, "Gabby is gone." I stuttered in a low whisper. I heard three different gasps, and I looked up from the floor that I didn't know I was staring at, and allowed them to see the truth in my eyes. Keyla rushed to my side, her eyes over flowing with tears and guilt. Why would she be guilty? It wasn't her fault, demonic asses couldn't be sensed unless you were looking for them.

"Keys, it's not your fault, or Dean's for that matter. No one could know that they would go after Gabby, hell I'm her mother and I didn't know and I'm fucking psychic!" I said furiously, I didn't want anybody to blame themselves cause this was nobody's fault. Sam grabbed onto me and pulled me into his chest, where I cried like a baby over my baby.