habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

054. high dean

Bobby and Larissa walk into the old house that the four are going to squat in. Dean and Sam are already in there, Sam sitting at the table.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" Bobby remarks.

"Yeah. Well, Motel 6 just ain't leaving the light on anymore." Sam says as Larissa sits next to him.

"Well, I'm taking a page out of Frank Devereaux's Bible on this. Everybody's out to get you. Paranoia is just plain common sense." Bobby says.

"Weeks, guys. Weeks. We've been living with cold showers, cold Hot Pockets, cold fucking everything. I mean, this is the bottom that we're living in. You guys get that, right?" Dean asks.

"No, but you haven't told us in enough ways. Can you continue?" Larissa asks making Dean roll his eyes.

"How many big mouths are out there, running card traces, like Chet, or hunting us down God knows what ways? Now's not the time to be laying our bed rolls out on the grid. Not if we can help it." Bobby says.

"Kind of like camping." Sam whispers to Larissa.

""Kind of like camping."" She quietly mocks in a deep voice. "Shut up." She tells him making him chuckle. He kisses her on the cheek, knowing she can't stay annoyed at him when he does that.

Suddenly the lights go off. Sam turns on a battery powered lamp.

"And now we're back to being Little House on the Prairie." Larissa comments.

"Not really. Their lamps didn't have batteries." Sam says.

"That's just great. This is stupid. Our quality of life is crap. We got Purgatory's least wanted everywhere, and we're on our third The World's Screwed issue in, what, three years? We've steered the bus away from the cliff twice already." Dean says.

"Someone's got to do it." Sam says.

"What if the bus wants to go over that cliff?" Dean asks.

"You think the world wants to end?"

"I think that if we didn't take its belt and all its pens away each year that, yeah, the whole enchilada would've offed itself already."

"Stop trying to wrestle with the big picture, son. You're gonna hurt your head." Bobby says.

Dean grabs a beer out of the cooler and lies down on the couch.

"So, what's the guff?" Bobby asks, sitting at the table with Sam.

"Well, uh, there've been a rash of sightings all over the southern pine barrens. A strange, fast moving, human like creature. Locals even have a name for it." Sam says, showing Bobby the information.

Larissa rests her head on top of her arms on the table and shuts her eyes, too tired to go over the case right now. Sam notices and softly rubs her head, helping soothe her to sleep.

"The Jersey Devil? I thought that was just local tall tale crap." Bobby says.

"The area's story of sightings goes back more than two centuries. Some accounts gave it bat wings, others horns, a... a tail." Sam says. "And, uh, oh, yeah, a horse's head." He gives Bobby another printed page.

"Of course, the sketch looks more like a Chewbacca head." Dean says.

"Sounds kind of mixed up." Bobby says.

"Yeah, kind of like it should be fighting a Japanese robot." Dean says.

"Well, mixed up or not, it sounds like it might just have a body count." Sam says, giving Bobby a newspaper article.