habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

037. soulless sam

Dean and Larissa look through the victim's house while Sam talks to the victim's sister.

"I don't understand. Why would federal investigators be interested in a suicide?" Olivia asks, sitting at the table.

"Well, um... it's a new, more caring administration." Sam says.

"Well, I already told the cops. Jane was having a really bad day, so I-I did what any sister would do. I... tried to cheer her up, you know? Told her to hang in there." Olivia says.

"You know what a tell is?" Sam asks.

"Excuse me?" Olivia asks.

"It's a poker term... for when you're bluffing. Like what you just did with your hair." Sam says.

"What are you trying to say?" Olivia asks.

"You're lying." Sam states.

"What?" Olivia asks.

"Tell us what you did to your sister." Sam demands.

Larissa and Dean share incredulous looks. Olivia looks back at them, the two looking less intimidating, but still inquisitive.

"You're right." Olivia cries. "I wanted to tell her, "I love you. I'm here for you." Oh, but what came out was... "You're a burden. Just kill yourself." Who says that? I-I-I just couldn't stop!" She sobs.

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"See anything in the house?" Sam asks as the three leave the house.

"No hex bags, no sulfur, no EMF. You?" Dean asks.

"A tuba and an issue of Crochet Today. So, what, already kinda suicidal?" Sam asks.

"Right, and then big sis' taxi cab confession sends her over the edge. Question is, what made big sis open her big, fat mouth in the first place?" Dean wonders.

"Yeah, that is the question." Sam says.

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Larissa is in her motel room and goes to the door after somebody knocks on it. She opens it, finding Sam.

"Hey." She greets.

"Hey." He smiles. "Can I, uh...?"

"Yeah." She steps aside, letting him in. She shuts the door after he gets in, returning to unpacking the takeout she got. "Do you want something?"

"Yeah, uh... just figured we could hang out." Sam shrugs.

"Hang out?" Larissa asks.

"Yeah." Sam nods.

"While on a case?" Larissa asks.

"Well, no current leads, so." Sam shrugs.

"Okay. Um... anything you wanna talk about?" Larissa asks.

"Us." Sam answers making Larissa freeze.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I mean... you know, we kissed before I-- before I died. So, I was just wondering... where exactly does that leave us?" He asks, walking closer to her.

"Uh... I don't know. We haven't talked about it. You're... you're pretty good at avoiding emotional talks lately." Larissa says.

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry about that." Sam chuckles. "But, seriously. Where does it leave us?"

"I don't know. Where do you want it leave us?" Larissa asks, her voice low since Sam is only inches in front of her.

Sam lowers his head, cupping her face with both hands, and kissing her. Larissa kisses him back, her hands resting on his wrists.