Let Me Down Slowly Δ SPN [ 2 ]

chapter sixteen

Evie sits on the hood of the car next to where Sam is standing. Dean is at a payphone, calling Frank. The father and daughter are playing red hands with Evie trying to hit Sam's hands.

"Hello?" Dean calls. "I am the eggman." He says, rolling his eyes and Sam briefly smiles. "Seriously, Frank? Pay phones? I mean, come on. I-- I'm getting the clap off this thing just touching it." He continues his phone conversation with Frank before walking over to his family.

"I hope he finds something quick. This whole protocol du jour thing's really creeping my cheese." Dean says.

"So, we got dick on Dick?" Sam asks.

"That's a vivid way of putting it. You find anything on Wonder Woman?" Dean asks.

"No. And there probably won't be. They are definitely gone. But..." Sam holds up a newspaper to Dean, making Evie pout since the game is ruined. "I might have found something over in Kansas."

"All right, well, let's do it. But, uh, a few simple rules, okay? No babies. In fact, no baby mamas. No bars. No booze-- no hot chicks of any kind."

"Wait, wait, wait. Did you just say--"

"Hey. You spawn a monster baby, see how quick you want to dive back in the pool."

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Sam pulls up to Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie. He takes a few deep breaths and gets out, going to the back door to get Evie out. She looked out the front window while he walked around the car, her eyes widening at the sight of the pictures of the clown.

Sam opens the door and tries to unbuckle her seatbelt.

"No!" Evie hits his hands away, blocking the buckle from him.

"Evie, we have to go inside." Sam says.

"No!" Evie rapidly shakes her head.

"Baby..."

"No!"

Sam debates before he ends up, somehow gently prying her hands away the buckle and he unbuckles her.

"No!" Evie screams as Sam goes to pick her up and she starts crying.

"Pumpkin, we have to go inside." Sam tells her.

Evie continues to wail, holding tightly onto seat belt as Sam tries to pull her out of the car. He holds her by the waist, trying to get her out, but she only holds onto the seatbelt tighter, pulling it until they're as far away as they can be.

"Evie, I know you hate clowns, but we have to go inside, baby." Sam tells her, ignoring the judgmental looks from other parents in the parking lot.

"No!" Evie loudly wails. Her grip soon loosens from the seatbelt, it flying back to its original place and Sam holds her. "No!" She hits at Sam, trying to get out of his grip, making him hold onto her tighter.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey." Sam calls gently, but loud enough for her to hear over her screaming. She quiets for a moment to hear him. "If you go inside, I'll take you to get ice cream after. And we can get you whatever you want-- that's available-- for dinner. And ice cream can be first."