Supernatural In Nature (under construction)

28. Adventures While Babysitting

Dean pins an article titled 'Biggerson's Recalls Contaminated Meat: Customers Report Illness After Eating Turducken Slammers' to a board holding their research and several articles about Dick Roman.

Sam puts two duffel bags on a table and takes a beer out of the refrigerator. "Dean, you know, um... 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? It's been a few weeks, right? What, is he nuts, or is he just being rude?" Dean asks.

"Probably both. Dean, I-I got to ask you a question."

"Unless, of course, something happened to him. He can't get to the phone because a Leviathan ate his face." Dean continues.

"Yeah, also a possibility." Sam replies.

"We should go check on him."

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

"W-why is- why is that our job?" Dean asks, looking at Sam.

"Because who else is gonna do it?"

"I'm not calling anybody. If you want to, you go right ahead."

"I don't want to call anybody. You kidding me?" Sam says. Suddenly a phone in one of the duffel bags rings.

Dean looks at the bag, then Sam. "Well, I'm not getting it."

Sam sighs and takes out the phone. "Hello?" there was a pause. "Uh, no. He's, uh... I-I-it's not, but I'm a friend of his."

Dean picks up a flask that was in the duffel bag, sniffs it and puts the lid back on. "He's... not here, but, look, if you need s-" Sam starts to say when the phone hung up.

"Who was it?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "Just some kid."

"For Bobby? Girl scout cookies?"

"I think maybe..." Sam seems to be thinking as Dean picks up a bottle of beer from the table. "Maybe a-a hunter's kid? I mean, she sounded pretty scared. You know, I have a caller ID. Maybe we should go find her. We- we can check on her."

Dean looked at Sam. "What about Frank?"

"Well, Dean, I think we should go find this girl first."

"Sam, Frank's been working on the numbers that Bobby spent his last breath on, and you want to back-burner that?" Dean asks.

Sam looks silently at Dean.

Dean sighs. "Fine. You go check out girl scout. I'll find Frank."

Sam nods. "Fine. But you know what? On one condition- if Frank is just spinning his wheels, then you bail out on crazy and come meet me."

Dean looks at the beer bottle in his hand. "And thanks for drinking my entire beer."

Sam looks at the beer bottle. "I didn't touch your beer. Mine's right there. You probably drank it without noticing."

"Right."

"How do you think Di is handling...this?" Sam asks after a moment.

Dean shrugs. "I don't know man. She keeps looking around the cabin, like she's trying to find something." Dean sighed. "Honestly, it's worrying me a bit."

Sam thinks for a moment. "Should I take her to check on the girl?"

Dean shakes his head. "No. I can take her to Frank's. Don't want to freak out the girl if Di has a trigger."