SOUPernatural

Personal Stuff

"Champagne, sir?" A man in a tux came up asking, directly after the helicopter landed.
Dean laughed. "No kidding. Got anything stronger?"
Molly raised her hand awkwardly. "I want champagne."
Sam looked at the man, "I'll have whatever you get him."
"Yes, Mr.Campbell." And he walked away.
"It's Winchester," Sam responded, but the man was already gone.
A minute later, everyone had their drinks and were taken down into the building.
"Where are we?" Sam asked, looking around.
"Your office, duh," Danielle said.
"When can we go back?" Molly asked.
"Why?"
"My stuff, duh."
"We'll send someone to get-"
"No!" Sam and Dean said in unison.
Danielle raised her eyebrows, "why not?"
"Uh...Personal stuff," Molly answered.
Sam rolled his eyes. "You don't talk, okay?"
She frowned and nodded, "That'd be good."
Danielle gave them a confused look. "I'm not even going to ask. I'll arrange for a helicopter to take you back to the motel."
Sam nodded, "Good. Then we can leave Dean here to run the company."
Molly frowned,"But we still get money, right?"
Sam rolled his eyes, "That's seriously what you're worried about?"
"And...no. If you leave me by myself, I'm not giving you any money...I might not anyway." Dean answered.
"Why not?!" Molly looked threatening.
"'Cause you two are gross!"
"Fine! We'll all stay then!" Sam said, "But I'm not working."
"I won't actually work," Molly added.
Danielle rolled her eyes, which she was doing a lot. "Fine. I'll show you around."