habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

063. lot of foxholes

Sam and Larissa are sitting on the car and Dean walks over.

"All right, here we go." Dean says, sitting down next to Sam. He puts the tray of take out food and drinks down between them. Sam quickly hands Larissa her food and drink before getting his own.

"You know... even though the world is going to crap, there's one thing that I can always count on. These things tasting the same in every drive through in every state in our great nation." Dean says, taking a bite of his taco and humming in delight.

Dean's phone rings and he answers it.

"Annie." He says. "A nice surprise. How you been?" He asks. Larissa tunes the rest of the conversation out, not completely caring.

"Here." Sam mumbles, opening his taco. He makes her open her taco and he transfers his tomatoes to her food.

"What are you doing? You like tomatoes." Larissa looks at him confused.

"You like 'em more." Sam shrugs. Larissa smiles as Sam finishes. She waits for him to look at her before leaning over and kissing him.

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The three Winchesters are sitting at a restaurant and waiting for Annie. Sam and Larissa are inspecting the menu while Dean is reading a newspaper.

"Hey, get this. Dick Roman is funding another archaeological dig. Guy moves more dirt than "The Drudge Report."" Dean says.

"Well, any anything on what he's digging for?" Sam asks.

"Don't you think I would have led with that?" Dean asks.

"No need to get all emotional, Dean." Larissa quips. Dean sticks his tongue out at her. "Oh, yeah. Super mature."

"Annie's not usually this late, is she?" Sam asks, looking at his watch.

"No, never. She's totally compulsive. I'll try her cell." Dean says.

"You know, uh, you know she and Bobby had a thing, right?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, I knew that." Dean nods. "Really?" He asks after a moment.

"Yeah. Kind of a foxhole thing -- very Hemingway." Sam says.

"Huh. She and I kind of went Hemingway this one time, too." Dean says.

"All right, well... that happens." Sam says, making a face.

"You didn't." Larissa says.

"What, you too?" Dean asks.

"Look, it was a while back. We ended up on the same case. She was stressed. I-I-I... I didn't... have a soul." Sam says.

"That's a lot of foxholes. She's not answering. Well, here's to ghosts that aren't there." Dean says, pouring some whiskey from his flask into his coffee mug.

"You sound kind of disappointed."

"Ah, it's better this way. I mean, even though I wish we could see him again doesn't mean that we should." The brothers clink their mugs together and drink. "Are we being stood up?"

"Yeah, let's hope that's all this is." Sam says.

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After Annie still didn't answer her phone after eating, the three checked out her motel room and went through all of her research. They found the place she was looking into and get to the abandoned house.

"Honey, I'm home." Dean says as they walk in, shining their flashlights around. "All right, let's go." They go upstairs and look around. "Annie?"

"There's a whole lot of something going on." Sam says, holding the EMF meter that's going insane. They hear a phone ring and walk in the direction it's coming from and find a phone on the floor and they realize it's Annie's.