Why Me?

Not So Biggersons

The classic '67 Chevrolet Impala pulled into what could only be described as the smallest Biggersons both Sam or Dean had ever seen.

"Well, Dean, this must be it."

"I just hope she likes pie, Sammy."

"I'm sure Kara will. Let's go in and meet her," Sam looked over at his older brother, who had not yet taken the keys out of the ignition. "Stop stalling Dean."

Dean got out of the car with a huff.

"As you say, Sammy."

As Dean and Sam walked into the Biggersons, and the bell above the door rang, Kara looked up from where she was sitting in the far corner.

If she was honest with herself, she was worried that her father might not be happy to see her, or to know she existed at all. The image she created of her father for the past fifteen years was about to come crumbling down, and she was unsure as to whether it was for better or worse.

As they looked around the room, Sam and Dean were able to spot Kara easily. Sitting by herself, she was the only person there that seemed like they didn't really want to be here at all.

Sam walked over to Kara's table, Dean following in his wake.

"Mind if we sit?" Sam gestured to the seats opposite Kara.

"No, please."

The Winchesters sat down, Dean in a more awkward manner than Sam.

They sat in an absolute, awkward silence for almost a full five minutes. The table was so awkward, Sam's expression could be seen getting increasingly flustered, and red, the longer the silence continued.

When he could no longer stand it, he spoke up.

"You two just going to sit there all day, or are you going to talk?"

Kara turned to look Sam in the eyes, the first eye contact she had made with either of the brothers.

"The Sheriff told me you had some questions for me. That's why I agreed to meet you."

Sam was taken aback. Dean just continued to stare at his hands, folded in his lap.

"Well, we think we may be able to help figure out what exactly happened to your teacher, and your mom. We just need to know a few things."

"Alright, what things?"

First thing, so we read that--"

"You guys ready to order?" The waitress for their table queried. She would have been the same age as Cassie, and Dean thought he recognised her as being one of Cassie's close friends.

"Umm, yeah, can I have the Greek salad, please?"

"Sure thing hon," she turned to Dean. "What about you, hot stuff?"

Dean once again looked up from the table, and smirked at the nickname.

"You have Cherry Pie by any chance?"

"Best in the state."

"Cherry pie then, thanks."

"No problem," she said with a wink. "Kara? What do you want?"

"Just the usual, thanks."

"Okay, and will that be all?"

"Yeah, thanks." Sam answered on behalf of the table.

"Okie dokie. Your food should be ready soon."

With that, the waitress walked back to the kitchen, and Dean made a mental note to get her number.

"So Kara, did your mother do anything out of the ordinary recently? Anything at all?"

"Out of the ordinary, how?"

"Anything she wouldn't usually do, or if she was acting strangely, or--"

"Mom always acted strangely. Nothing normal about her," Kara admitted. Then, looking over at Dean, she continued. "Or my dad, from the stories she told."

"Okay, then how about, did your mother ever have drastic mood changes, or eye colour changes, or anything happen to her that was...not, exactly natural?"

"Mood swings? Yeah," Sam and Dean looked at each other, and then back to Kara. "Around the same time her monthly subscription of Lucifer's Sacrificial Waterfall came."

Dean suppressed as laugh, and tried not to smirk, but try as he might, he felt the small laugh and the smirk coming and couldn't help but let it out.

Kara looked down at the middle of the table, and smiled as Sam gave Dean the best bitch-face she had ever seen. Maybe these so called 'Fake FBI Agents' weren't as bad as she first thought.