"It looks like we've got a case," Sam said from behind his computer screen.
"A Case?" The bouncing, blonde mess of hair came zipping around the corner, throwing her bar rag onto a nearby table and sidling up to Sam. He looked up, confused. How exactly does she hear this stuff from the room over?
"Is nothing private anymore?" I asked, pushing her gently off to the side so I could see the screen.
"Not when you're in my house, Deanie-Boy," she shot back, relinquishing her position by the computer with a smirk for the one at my side. That name would drive me up the wall if anybody else had said it, but Jo was different. Almost like a little sister only... Well, only not.
"Wadda ya got, Sammy?" He had gone back to ignoring us. The banter apparently gets old. His soft clicking of keys stopped as he looked back up. "Sam, man, you gotta get some sleep soon! Coffee is not a substitute for good, ol' fashioned shut-eye."
Ignoring me he continued, "San Francisco, California. The bay, to be exact. Alcatraz Prison," pausing only to take a sip of the coffee sitting on the table. "A kid, probably around the age of seventeen, was found dead this morning in Cell Block D."
"Any ideas what he was doing there?"
"It doesn't say. It does mention how he was found though. Strangled, alone in one of the cells."
"This definitely looks like our kind of case!" I had almost forgotten Jo was right beside me, listening in to all of our hunter business as usual.
"This looks like our kind of case. As in Sam and mine. Not you, Blondie." Her face contorted into a look of disgust.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" She crossed her arms, rocking back on her heels with the look of indignation still quite clearly written across her face. "Besides, it's not like you can stop me from coming. I've hunted with you before! I was the reason you guys caught that fucker. T-W-E-N-T-Y, Dean. Not Two."
"She has a point, Dean. I mean, its not like it would hurt to have an extra set of hands on this job."
So now my brother was ganging up on me as well? I started to turn on him but he had already grabbed his laptop and retreated to the corner, packing. Outnumbered again. "Fine, but we follow my rules. If I say this stops at any point, its over. End of discussion. You understand, Blondie?"
"Got it, Deanie-Boy," she quipped before disappearing into the back room to get changed. Now that's not necessarily something I would object to participating in. No, I seriously do not need to be thinking that way. Focus on the mission; Keep Sam and Jo safe. Shes my little sister. That's weird. Son of a bitch, this is going to be a long trip.