i know the end, supernatural [ 3 ]

020. terrible mom

tw: attempted suicide

Dean is sitting in the kitchen when Sam and Natalie walk in with groceries.

"Hey. Got everything on the list. So, what are we thinking, scrambled or fried?" Sam asks, putting the bags on the counter.

"I'm not really hungry right now." Dean says.

"Y-you're not that..." Sam opens a box and shows off a pie. "How about some pie?"

"Maybe later. Kind of in the middle of something." Dean says.

"All right, dude, something's wrong." Sam says.

"No." Dean argues.

"I get it. If mom--"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, okay? Look, mom needed her space, and I told you I'm cool with it."

"But are you really?"

"Happened last night." Dean puts the laptop down.

"Killed in Mystery Fire." Sam reads the article title.

"Mm-hmm." Dean nods.

"Mystery fire?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, the kind that doesn't burn anything but the bodies." Dean says.

"So spontaneous combustion." Sam says. "What are you thinking? Uh, witch? Dragon?"

"Maybe. Check it out. The old lady? Loaded. I'm talking Scrooge McDuck swimming in pools of money. So what's a lady like that doing at some crap store at 3:00 AM?"

"Well, it says it was an antique shop." Sam says.

"So?" Dean asks.

"Uh, rich people like antiquing." Sam says.

"Especially old rich people." Natalie says.

"Yeah." Sam nods. "I don't know."

"I say we check it out." Dean says.

"Uh..." Sam sighs. "All right. In the meantime, you sure you don't wanna talk about--"

"No." Dean says.

"Dean, it's called sublimation."

"Yeah. Yeah, it's kinda my thing." Dean grabs the laptop and walks out.

Sam sighs, glancing over when Libby walks in.

"Hey. Hey, uh... you hungry?" Sam asks.

"Oh, uh... I just ate, so." Libby shrugs, grabbing a water.

"Don't even want pie?" Sam asks, nodding to the box.

"No. No, I'm-- I'm good." Libby forces a smile, walking out.

"Is she okay?" Natalie asks her twin.

"I don't think any of us are okay." Sam sighs.

"Sammy, she's your kid. Your first pride and joy. Well, one of the first -- by four minutes. The baby girl with the eating issues when she's depressed... or drinking demon blood." Natalie says. "And I'm placing my money on the first option. You might wanna check."

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Sam is getting ready to leave for the hunt and Libby stops him.

"Hey, um... I-- I know you guys are going on another hunt and--"

"If you're gonna complain about babysitting--"

"No. No, I, um... I just, uh... I wanted to talk to you." Libby says.

"I--" Sam frowns at the look in her eyes. "Yeah. Yeah, what?"

"Well--"

"Daddy!" She's cut off by the small voice, the three year old running up. "Daddy, I can't find my doggy." Athena cries, tugging on Sam's jeans.