Dean, Sam, and Garth are standing in a store watching security footage of a man stabbing another with the shovel on a television screen on the wall. The first man's head is obscured by white light and there is a white line across the screen. "Must be the camera." The deputy remarks.
Garth nods. "Yeah, thank you, there, deputy." He turns around and gives Dean and Sam a look.
"You guys see the head? Ever seen anything like that before?" Dean asks.
"Like that? No way."
Sam looks around. "So?"
Dean shrugs. "So…"
Garth steps back. "So, I'm thinking we need to call in someone with more expertise in the weird and wacko."
Dean looks up at this, confused. "Who?"
Garth is looking at his phone. "Your sister."
Dean and Sam share a look before Dean reaches for Garth's phone. "Woah, what? No way!" He snatches the phone from Garth's reach.
Garth looks extremely confused. "Why not? What's wrong with Jamie? I just talked to her a few days ago."
Horor paints itself across Dean's face, and he turns away fuming. Sam swallows with difficulty, taking a step away from Dean. He pulls Garth aside. "You talked to Jamie?" He asks quietly.
Garth looks at Sam and then glances over his shoulder at Dean. "Yeah. She was hunting a wendigo outside Baton Rouge."
"She was hunting?!" Dean rages. Some of the police officers still hanging around glance over at them. Garth gives them a friendly wave.
"What…" He starts to ask.
"Mmm, Jamie's pregnant." Sam explains.
Garth shrugs. "I know. And…"
Sam chuckles softly. "Long story. Um…okay, we'll get in touch with Jamie. What else?"
"Talk to Sara Alcott. I found her – although these days, she goes by Sara Brown."
Sam nods. "How about this? I'll check her out, and you two see what you can find out about Sussex."
"Word." Garth replies.
Dean shakes his head, trying to keep his temper in check. "Awesome."
Sam looks pleased as he leaves.
Dean and Garth walk into the motel room. Dean is still royally pissed off as he takes a seat at the table. Garth sits down across from him. "You gonna tell me what's going on with you and Jamie?"
Just as Dean opens his mouth the motel room door flies open, revealing Jamie with Mark on her hip. Her baby bump is visible under her jacket. "Hey Dean. Hey Garth." She says casually. "You boys might want this." She holds up an old journal.
Garth eyes it and then his face lights up. He grins. "Bobby's journal. Right on. Thanks sweetheart." He takes the journal. Jamie looks at Dean. Dean looks at Jamie.
"Garth, can you give us a minute? Take the kid, looks like he could use a nap." Dean grins at Mark, who yawns. Garth looks confused as Jamie hands him Mark.
"Uh, okay." Garth walks into the other room. Dean turns to Jamie.
"How was the wendigo?" He asks calmly.
"Dean…" She sighs and looks away. "Don't start alright?"
Dean's face twists in anger. "Don't start? Are you frickin kidding me?" He yells. Jamie winces at the tone of his voice. "You're three months pregnant with my baby, Jamie! You cannot just hunt anymore!"
Jamie takes a step forward, instantly just as angry. "I'm not Sam, Dean! This is my life. I can't just sit on the couch and eat chocolate and watch bad movies for nine months."
For a long moment they stare at each other. Dean stewing over his anger that she would hunt behind his back. Jamie stewing over her anger that he would fail to understand her motives.
Dean finally relents a little. "Look, I'm not saying you get out. But why can't you just sit back and let other hunters deal with the monsters? Huh?"
Jamie rolls her eyes. "Yeah, send other men to die for me." It's definitely not the first time Dean has heard her say that. He winces softly, remembering their meeting with Michael. "Not happening, Dean."
"Mark is my son too, remember?" He says softly, taking a step towards her. She backs away at first. "And that is my baby in there, Jamie!" He puts his hand on her stomach. She stops and looks at him with blurry eyes. "This is my daughter. I will do whatever the hell it takes to protect her and Mark. I just ask you do the same." She sighs and he continues. "Kevin is gone. Crowley is probably looking for him just as badly as we are. I cannot have you in the line of fire. Don't ask me to put the mother of my children, the woman carrying my baby in the line of fire."
"That's not fair, Dean. I love you, and I have never asked you to stay away. Ever." She shakes her head. "I have never asked you to change for me."
"Things are different, Jamie. This isn't just you. This is about our children."
She closes her eyes at his words. "Our baby is fine, Dean. Mark is fine. I hunted when I was pregnant with him. I'm more then capable of protecting our children."
Dean shakes his head. "Mark is half angel, our daughter is human. Please, I cannot lose either one of you." She stares at him for a long time and then finally reaches out and hugs him.
Later, Dean and Garth are sitting at the table. Jamie is leaning against the counter. Garth is reading the journal Jamie brought and Dean using the laptop while drinking a beer. Garth reaches for a beer that is on the table between them, but Dean prevents him from taking it. "Easy there, flyweight. Last time you drank a beer, I had to pick you up off the floor."
He moves the beer away. Jamie smirks. "You're such an idjit." Garth remarks, looking back at the journal.
Dean and Jamie look at each other and then at Garth. Dean looks annoyed. "Idjit's supposed to be used angrily. Okay? Not happy. If you're gonna butcher it, don't say it at all."
Garth looks up in surprise. "Whoa, then. Okay. N-none of my business, but... this have anything to do with you and Jamie?" He gestures to her.
"No." She replies shortly.
"Okay. Then you and... Sam?"
Dean looks up with a glare. "No, you had it right. It's none of your business."
"Okay. It just seems that you guys are a little tense around each other."
Jamie glances at Dean and then turns to Garth. "Drop it, Garth." She mutters, stepping out of the room to check on Mark.
Dean watches her leave. "We're fine." He turns back to the laptop. "Can we get back to work?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." Dean types a new search into the laptop and browses through the results.
Garth looks up again. "All right. Just, uh – just letting you know that I'm here for you, for anything. I know sometimes Bobby, he would –"
Dean looks up angrily. Jamie returns and she reaches over and grabs Dean's shoulder. "Dean…"
Dean explodes. "You're not Bobby! Okay? You're never gonna be Bobby, so stop!"
Jamie looks away, rubbing Dean's shoulder. Garth gets choked up. "Bobby belonged to all of us, Dean – not just you, Jamie, and Sam. Now, I'm just taking what he showed me and trying do something with it. That's all!"
Dean sighs, looking at his sister and then down to his hands. "Why don't you see if you can find something in that bourbon-drenched book of his so we can get the hell out of Dixie, all right?" He says, softly this time.
Garth wipes his eyes. "Yeah. I'm on it."
Jamie looks over her brother's shoulder. "Dean…what did you say the word written in blood was?"
"Sussex."
"That's what I thought. Sussex…I know that name." She reaches over Dean's shoulder and types something in on the laptop. Dean's eyes light up. "That's why. "Sussex" is not a who, it's a what."
Dean grins at her. "You're amazing." She grins and they look at Garth. "It's a business that went belly-up about a year ago." Dean explains. "Look at this." He turns the laptop towards Garth. On the screen is an article about the bankruptcy of Scott Lew and Jeff Bult's tire company. "So, the guy that Scott brained? His old business partner – ran the company into the ground."
Garth nods to himself. "So, Scott had a beef with Jeff."
"Looks like." Dean confirms.
Jamie looks up, gripping Dean's shoulder. "Phone. Sam." She tells him.
Dean looks at her. "That is still annoying, Jamie." A second later his phone rings and he answers it. "Hey, you're on speaker." He puts the phone down on the table.
"Hey Sammy." Jamie says looking at the phone.
"Hey sis, good to hear your voice. So, Sara Alcott's clean, if you look past the fact that she and Chester knocked boots on prom night back in the day."
"Okay, so... Mary has a grudge against Sara, and Scott has a grudge against Jeff. Besides the fact this is making my head hurt…" Jamie walks over to Garth and looks down at the page he is reading a page about spectres in the journal while Dean catches Sam up "…how does this add up to a ghost?"
"Guys! Bobby has it right here. Green goo equals a-"
"Spectre." Jamie finishes.
Dean looks confused. "Which equals ghost, right?"
Garth nods. "Mm, yeah, kind of."
"A spectre is an avenging ghost." Jamie explains.
Garth nods, reading from the journal. "Yeah. It, uh – it possesses you and finds out whatever betrayals you're feeling and forces you to act on them."
"Bobby say anything in there about how we hunt these things?" Sam asks.
Garth reads some more. "Uh, the last spectre he encountered rose shortly after someone desecrated a nearby grave." Jamie reaches over Garth's shoulder for the laptop. She searches for "grave, vandalism, Kearney" in the Federal Criminal Database. "Which..." A Kearney Sheriff's Office investigation report appears on the screen. Jamie pats Garth's shoulder. "Uh, there was a grave desecrated locally three days ago. It says here... Oh. This could get awkward.
"You've got to be kidding me." Jamie mutters.
Dean looks at them confused. "What?"
Dean, Sam, Jamie, and Garth approach a tomb outside which a uniformed guard stands. Jamie is holding Mark on her hip. Dean turns to his siblings. "The unknown soldier? You're kidding me, right?"
Jamie stares at the tomb. "I wish."
Garth shrugs. "Mary Lew steamrolled her husband the day after this place was vandalized. Do the math."
Sam looks at Garth. "But I thought the unknown soldier was buried in Arlington."
"Wrong unknown soldier." Jamie tells him.
Garth nods. "Yep, this is the Confederate tomb of the unknown soldier. See, the idea was, they took a faceless, nameless soldier they couldn't identify, and they buried him here to commemorate all the soldiers who died."
Dean turns back to him. "Did you learn that in college?"
Garth grins. "Nope – Civil War re-enactments. Once a year, every year. Don't hate."
Sam rolls his eyes. "Okay, uh, what about the guard?"
"Uh, he's ceremonial. Gone by dusk."
"So, then we do this tonight?" Dean asks.
"Yeah."
Jamie shakes her head. "Great."
Sam isn't convinced. "Burn a Confederate soldier's bones in a town full of rednecks? Sure." He glances at his sister and then turns to Dean. "Dean, you gonna let Jamie come?"
Dean stares at him. "What?"
Sam gestures to her. "She'll come in handy with ganking this thing."
"She has my vote." Garth declares.
Jamie turns around and stares at the three of them. "Uh guys, I'm right here."
That night flashlights shine on Confederate soldier headstones. Dean, Sam, Garth, and Jamie approach the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Jamie has Mark strapped to her back, and he's asleep. They enter the tomb and Sam shines his flashlight around. "Place doesn't look disturbed to me. What's the police report say?"
Garth looks around. "Uh, they think it was just some kids messing around. They, uh – they found some beer cans, some graffiti. Oh, and the casket was open when they got here, but they closed that back up."
Dean focuses on the tomb. "Yeah, but not before Casper had a chance to make a run for it."
Jamie shakes her head. "Son of a bitch."
"So, what? If they never touched this, none of this would be happening?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, according to Bobby."
Jamie scoffs. "Yeah, according to any hunter whose ever dealt with a spectre."
Dean whirls around. "Wait…you've seen this before?" He asks.
Jamie shakes her head. "Not personally, Aaron told me about one he and AJ ganked back in the day." She explains. "Same deal, disturbed grave, pissed, possessing ghost…" She shrugs.
"Do you still miss him?" Sam suddenly asks.
"What?" Jamie asks, caught off guard.
Dean waves them off. "All right, story time later, let's get this party started." Sam picks up a circle of thin cord from the floor. "Sammy, you want to give me a hand?" The men all gather around the casket. Jamie stands off to the side with her arms crossed, looking amused. "And... go."
They push the heavy stone lid of the casket aside. Inside the casket lies a skeleton in a uniform, with a sword and gun. "I'll be damned." Jamie mutters.
Garth stares down into the casket. "Whoa. Check out this hardware."
Jamie nods. "Yeah, all authentic Civil War."
"Do you guys know how much this is worth?" Garth asks the boys.
Dean nods. "Yeah, but why open it up if you're not gonna take anything?"
Sam shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe the cops showed up and they had to split fast."
Sam takes out lighter fluid, Garth turns to him. "You sure this will work, even on a spectre?"
"It's a ghost, isn't it? You burn its bones, the ghost disappears." Dean reasons.
"No objection over here." Jamie tells them. Dean and Sam nod.
Sam pours lighter fluid over the skeleton and Dean looks at Jamie. "All right. Do it Jamie."
Jamie opens her hand, creating a flame. Garth raises an eyebrow and then holds his hands up. "All right. All right. All right. Uh, I kind of feel like we should say something, all right? Don't you? Just... a little..."
Jamie stares at him. "Uh Garth…"She looks at Dean. Dean looks at Sam.
"Sure. We won." Dean says before nodding to Jamie. Jamie throws the flame into the tomb and sets the skeleton on fire.
A crime scene investigator photographs blood on the wall behind the Sheriff's desk the next morning.
"All right. We're set." The body is on a stretcher, covered with a bloodstained sheet. "Let's go."
"Yeah." The men push the stretcher away. Dean, Garth, Jamie, and Sam stand around the Sheriff's bloodstained desk.
Dean looks grave. "Ten bones says Deputy Doug had an axe to grind with his boss."
"How can you be so sure?" Garth asks. Dean points to green goo on the Sheriff's tape dispenser. "Ah, what the hell?"
Dean shrugs. "Maybe we torched the wrong redneck."
"Or maybe not." Sam says suddenly, reaching out to grab Jamie's hand. The two of them stare at each other, communicating via their their telepathic link. "What if-"
"What if not everything was destroyed?"
"Caught a ride on something taken out of it's grave."
"Definitely possible. Probably more than likely what happened." They both nod to each other.
Garth watches them confused. He looks at Dean. "Wha-"
"Sam and Jamie can communicate via telepathy. They're having a private conversation." Dean explains.
"Maybe an object was removed from the grave, something the spectre's attaching itself to." Jamie explains, breaking off the connection with Sam.
"Like Bobby's flask?" Dean asks.
Garth shrugs. "Um, I don't know, guys. You saw what I saw. Those kids didn't take anything."
"Or they did." Jamie tells him.
Dean nods. "And this spectre hitched a ride with it."
"And whoever has the object gets possessed." Sam finishes.
"Okay. So, who's got the object, and, more importantly, who do they got a grudge against?" Garth asks.
"Well the deputy shot the sheriff, let's ask him." Jamie suggests.
Sam, Dean and Garth are in a holding cell with Deputy Wallace. Sam leans in. "All right. We need you to focus, Deputy. Other lives depend on it. Tell me what happened after you shot the sheriff."
"I was on the ground. I think Karl tackled me, and I asked him what happened."
"And?" Dean asks.
"He didn't answer me. He just took my gun and walked away."
Dean nods. "Did he say where he was going?"
"I guess... I must have hurt him, too. He said he was going to the hospital."
Dean, Garth and Sam leave the cell. Jamie is standing outside with Mark. Dean turns to all of them. He points to Sam and Garth. "You two find out what you can about the unknown soldier. I got the hospital." He gestures to his sister. "Jamie, you come with me."
Jamie nods. "Lead the way, boss." Dean smirks and walks away. Jamie and Sam share a look as Jamie hands him Mark and follows Dean.
Dean and Jamie get out of the Impala, which is parked behind the sheriff's vehicle at the hospital. Dean glances in the open window of the sheriff's vehicle. He looks at Jamie and walks on. She frowns.
A woman and a man in hospital employee uniforms are laughing together on opposite sides of the reception desk when a shot shatters a pane of glass next to them. They scream and duck for cover. Deputy Karl points his rifle at the man. He has black goo coming from his right ear. "Hey, ump. You remember me? I stole second!"
"Karl? What the hell are you doing? Why are you doing –"
"Why am I gonna make mustard from your brain stem?! I don't know. Why did you call me out, ump?"
"I'm sorry."
He pulls the trigger, but the gun doesn't fire.
"Oooh. Dean…" Jamie is standing behind the deputy. She clicks her tongue and looks over at her brother. Dean smirks.
"Does he look like he's shooting blanks? Cause that's what it looks like to me."
The deputy turns to face Dean. Jamie waves her hand and tosses the rifle aside. Dean punches him, but he barely reacts.
"Hey, that tickled." He punches Dean, who falls heavily to the floor.
"Dean!" Jamie yells, rushing forward.
The deputy grabs Dean and pulls him to his feet again. "Jamie, stay back!" Dean orders. He's being held by the throat. "Karl, listen, I know the spectre's turning the temperature up in there. So just tell me what the object is, and we'll send this joker home."
"I don't think so. There's unfinished business, thanks to you." He sniffs Dean. "Oh, the spectre likes you."
"Oh, yeah? Why don't you tell him to come on out here and we'll make promise bracelets." Dean is flung onto and over a desk. Jamie rushes over to him. The deputy holds up a penny with a hole drilled through it. He grabs Jamie and throws her backward into the wall.
"Here. Have a taste." He presses the penny into Dean's palm.
Sam and Garth enter the motel room. Garth is holding Mark. Sam has his phone to his ear and we hear a phone ringing in the room. Mark is crying. "Jamie? Dean? What the hell, man? We went to the hospital." Dean is sitting on a bed. His ringing phone is next to him. "You're not answering your phone." Jamie is laying on the other bed, clearly unconscious. Sam sees her and rushes over to her. "Jamie! Dean, what happened?"
Dean has black goo running from his right ear. He stands up and points a gun at Sam. "You should have looked for me when I was in Purgatory."
"Come on, Dean. I know it's not you in there pulling the strings."
"Shut up!" He turns to Garth, who makes a move towards his belt for a weapon. "Don't!"
Sam doesn't turn. "Garth, check on Jamie." Garth moves over and sits beside Jamie. Mark is whimpering softly.
Dean points his gun back at Sam. "You never even wanted this life. Always blamed me for pulling you back into it."
"That's not true." Sam tells him.
"Really? 'Cause everything you've ever done since you climbed into my ride has been to deceive me."
Sam sighs. "What do you want me to say? That I've made mistakes? I've made mistakes, Dean."
"That's not Dean, Sam." Garth says.
"Shut up! Mistakes? Well, let's go through some of Sammy's greatest hits. Drinking demon blood, check. Being in cahoots with Ruby. Not telling me that you lost your soul. Or how about running around with Samuel for a whole year, letting me think that you were dead while you're doing all kinds of crazy. Those aren't mistakes, Sam. Those are choices!"
"All right. You said it. We've both played a little fast and loose."
"Yeah, I might have lied, but I never once betrayed you. I never once left you to die. And for what, a girl? You left me to die for a girl?"
Sam put a hand on the gun and punches Dean. He pushes Dean into a glass pane, which breaks, and punches Dean twice more. Dean backhands Sam, headbutts him, then kicks him across the room. Sam falls to the floor, then pulls himself up to lean against a sofa. Jamie jolts awake and coughs.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Garth says. He puts a hand on Jamie but she pushes him back, immediately getting up and gets between Dean and Sam.
"Jamie, don't." Sam says.
Jamie shakes her head, not taking her eyes off Dean. "No, he won't kill me. His beef isn't with me. You're not gonna shoot me, are you, Dean?"
Dean points the gun at Jamie. "Move."
"Hey, Dean. Woah, man. Pregnant chick." Garth says.
"Shut up Garth. Stay with Mark." Jamie tells him. She turns back to Dean and looks at the gun. "Oh please, you know me better than that."
Dean's hand shakes around the gun. "Don't test me! You were hunting when I told you not to! I told you to stay away, to protect our baby!"
Jamie shakes her head, taking a step towards him. "And shooting me accomplishes what? I'm still carrying your baby, Dean; you would turn that barrel on yourself before you squeezed that trigger, even with that spectre in you. Come on, Dean. You do not want to kill me anymore then you want to kill our brother. You've been protecting him your whole life. You're not going to stop now."
Dean takes a step back. "He left me to rot in Purgatory! And he abandoned you, just like he did before."
Jamie shakes her head. "Oh you know that's bullcrap. Sam and I just can't coexist without you. He didn't abandon either of us, Dean."
"Even if he did, I'm sure he had his reasons." Garth puts in.
"Just like you had your reasons for Benny." Sam adds.
Garth looks confused. "Who?"
Dean shakes his head, raising the gun around. "Benny has been more of a brother to me this past year than you've ever been! That's right. Cas let me down. You let me down. Jamie, you've let me down! The only person that hasn't let me down is Benny."
Jamie walks towards him. "I know you're angry, Dean. We're all angry for some reason or another, but, bro, you've got to fight this thing." Dean looks over at Sam. "Do not do this! Just let it go. Come on, Dean."
Dean hesitates. "Goodbye, Sam." Dean tries to push past Jamie. Jamie punches him. The penny drops from Dean's hand. Jamie waves her hand and the penny slides out of Dean's reach. Garth picks up the penny.
"Garth, don't!" Sam yells.
"It's cool. It's all good. I'm cool."
Jamie holds unto Dean. Dean touches the black goo on his ear. Sam sighs. Garth looks at the penny.
Later that night Garth walks to his vehicle, carrying a bag. Dean and Jamie follow him.
"It took me forever to melt that penny, but it's finally gone." He says to the siblings.
Jamie nods. "Good."
"How come that penny didn't jack you like everyone else? I mean, I can understand why it didn't affect the kid who took it. He's young and innocent. But, uh, everyone at some point in their life feels like they've been screwed." Dean says.
Jamie nods. "Especially us."
"Yeah."
Garth shrugs. "Not me, man. I let all that stuff go with the help of my yogi, my Sega Genesis. And you should, too. You can't change the past, amigo." He turns to Dean. "Now, there's something I want to say to you. Stop being a idjit!" He yells. Dean flinches. "With Bobby dead, you, Jamie, and Sam are all each other has. And that's not so bad, man. Now, you know what's coming next, right?" He spreads his arms slightly. "Come on."
Dean looks away. "Oh..."
"Come on."
"Yeah, okay."
Garth hugs Dean. He steps back and hugs Jamie. Jamie grins and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. Garth blushes. "Thank you ma'am."
Jamie smiles. "Don't mention it."
"Hey, uh..." Dean takes Bobby's hat out of his back pocket and puts it on Garth's head. "Keep on truckin', Garth.:
"Thanks." He touches the brim of the cap in salute. One of his cell phones plays M.C. Hammer's "U Can't Touch This." "Oh, got to go." He answers the phone. "Yo, Lamar. What do we got? Wendigo?"
Jamie looks up. "Wendigo?" She follows him as he gets into his vehicle, and stands next to him with the open door. "Does he have a flare gun?"
Garth pauses. "No."
"What about a flame thrower?"
Garth shakes his head. "Nope."
They laugh. "He's gotta run."
Garth turns back to his phone. "Jace Winchester says you'd better get some sneakers, buddy, 'cause you're gonna have to run. All right."
Jamie grins and steps back, slamming the door shut. Garth tries unsuccessfully to start his vehicle. He slams a hand on the steering wheel. "Balls!" He tries again to start his vehicle, this time with success. Jamie smirks. He gives Dean a thumbs-up and drives away. Jamie walks back over to Dean.
Sam closes the trunk of the Impala. Jamie finishes packing her truck and is buckling Mark into his carseat. Sam walks over to her. "Hey."
Jamie turns to him. "Hey. Why did you ask me about AJ earlier?"
Sam looks away. "I don't know, I guess…"
"Yes."
"What?"
Jamie nods. "Yes. I miss him. Every day I wake up and I look at Mark and I wonder how different our lives would be if he had lived, if he was Mark's father instead of…instead of Dean." She's twisting her ring and Sam notices.
"You still wear his ring." He points out.
"Yeah. I always will." A tear streaks down her face. "He was my soulmate, Sam."
"What about Cas?"
She chuckles. "Cas…we both know when Cas looked at me he only saw a blonde version of Dean." She pauses for a long moment and then nods to herself. "I loved him, I love him still, but…"
"Sometimes it's just not meant to be." Sam finishes. Jamie nods. Dean walks out and Sam turns away. She closes the door and watches Sam and Dean. "For the record, the girl – her name's Amelia. Amelia Richardson. She and I had a place together in Kermit, Texas."
Dean shakes his head. "Look, man, I don't even remember what I said, but, uh –"
"But what? But you didn't mean it? Oh, please. You and I both know you didn't need that penny to say those things." Sam rages.
Jamie sighs. "Sam…"
"Shut up, Jamie!"
"Hey! Come on, Sam!" Dean says, a little bit angry. He glances quickly at Jamie.
"Own up to your crap, Dean!" Sam yells. "I told you from the jump where I was coming from, why I didn't look for you. But you? You had secrets. You had Benny. And you got on your high and mighty, and you've been kicking me ever since you got back. But that's over. So move on, or I will." Jamie sighs and crosses her arms. Dean looks back at her and then at Sam. Sam bitchfaces. "Stop it with that too!"
"What?" Dean asks, confused.
Sam gestures to their sister. "With Jamie. She is my sister too."
"I know that."
"Do you?"
Jamie sighs, stepping forward. "You done?" She asks Sam.
"I'm serious."
Dean pauses and sighs. "Okay. I hear you."
"Good." Jamie sighs and looks at Dean. Dean sighs and shakes his head. Sam walks towards the passenger seat and faces Dean over the car. "You know what? Hear this, too. I just might be that hunter that runs into Benny one day and ices him."
"I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, won't we?"
"Yeah. Yeah. You keep saying that."
