Let Me Down Slowly Δ SPN [ 2 ]

chapter fifteen

"So what? I mean, so maybe she has another kid she didn't tell you about." Sam tells his brother. They're in town for a case and Dean went home from the bar with a woman last night only to discover she had a kid today.

"Nope, just the one. Emma. But that night, when I was with her, she didn't have any. And I was at her place, man. There was no playpens, no blankets, no rubber ducks." Dean says.

"Right. Like you would have been focused on that kind of thing." Sam says.

"Hey, dude, that's the first thing you notice. Red flags." Dean states and Sam scoffs.

"Yeah, the one you thought talked." Sam says, opening his laptop.

"Oh, it talked. And not baby talk, either." Dean says, handing Sam a beer.

"Now you know so much about child development?" Sam asks.

"I have been around her since she was 2." Dean points at Evie. "And I know enough to know that they don't say, "Hey, mom. Who's that guy?" So, cut to..." Dean shuts the laptop, sitting across from Sam. "Lydia's handing this kid who's calling her mommy over to these two women, right? But this is not a baby. No, no, this kid's got to be 5. And same name-- Emma."

"You know, George Foreman named all his sons George." Sam informs.

"Are you deliberately messing with me?" Dean asks and Sam shrugs. "Dude, I know weird. Okay? There is no non-weird explanation for this. This morning, Emma was a baby. By sunset, she's Hannah Montana. Early years."

Sam's phone rings and he answers it. Evie tunes the phone conversation out.

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It's nighttime and Sam and Dean are trying to do research after finding out that they're hunting amazons. Evie lies tucked into bed, watching Anastasia on the tablet.

The other bed is covered in research and the brothers are standing in front of it, their backs to Evie.

"Looking through Bobby's files is like dumpster diving." Dean states.

"Yeah, tell me about it. So, it makes sense why, uh, why..." Sam trails off. "...the amazons all want to hook up with decent looking, successful guys."

"Oh, they're picky about the gene pool?" Dean asks as Sam pins a newspaper article to the wall with more research.

"Right. So... what was Lydia doing with you?" Sam asks.

"Well, she may or may not have thought I was a rich investment banker." Dean says. "Sam." He calls.

"Yeah?" Sam asks.

"These papers just moved." Dean says.

"What?" Sam asks.

"I didn't touch them." Dean says. Sam gets the EMF reader out and turns it on, the device immediately flashing red and making noise.

"It's all over the place." Sam says, walking over to the bed. "Redline. Redline." He walks towards the window. "Oh, and... power lines by the open window, where there's a breeze." Sam turns the reader off. "That could have moved the papers."