Author Note: This is NOT a new chapter! I origonally posted this as chapter 13 but realized later I skipped an entire, WHOLE CHAPTER OF MASSIVELY IMPORTANT CONTENT! I'm embarrassed. Please go back and read chapter 13 again as it is ALL NEW CONTENT! then you can reread this or whatever you'd like to do.
This is me trying to find time for me and my creativity! I'm trying! I love you all!
"Cassie, please?" Lizzy pleads into the cell phone, leaving the third message that day. "I don't know where you are, you left a couple days ago with no word as to where and… well, I could use your help. Or, really, I could use your expertise. I have some stuff I need to sort out and you're my guy. Call me. Fly home. Something, okay. I'm worried about you. It'd be nice to see you for more than a couple hours before you disappear."
She ends the call and stares at her cell phone. He didn't answer last night when they got home or this morning either. He's been distant. Mysterious even.
She doesn't like it.
"Still nothing?" Lou asks her sister as she walks into the kitchen where Lizzy's standing. Her cell phone in hand, she's leaning a hip onto the island counter and her shoulders are drooping.
"He's being fucking sheisty," Lizzy shakes her head, watching Lou sit down onto the stool at the island a little slower than normal with her injury from yesterday. "Something's definitely up."
"Hasn't he always been sheisty?" Lou counters, her experiences with Castiel not at all the same as Lizzy's.
"What? No," Lizzy instantly answers, offended.
"No!?" Lou challenges. "Are we talking about the same fucking guy here? Didn't he sneak around opening the door to Purgatory after you guys pleaded with him not to? And then let the Leviathans out?"
"He let you out, too," Lizzy says with a low tone, already knowing Lou will have enough ammunition to assassinate Castiel's character in no time.
"Leviathans, dude," Lou counterpoints. "And didn't he make your birth control fail?"
"Sammy's my world," Lizzy shoots back.
"He's also the Second Coming… that Castiel made sure happened," Lou says with a firm tone. "He started off on Heaven's side, even after knowing you since birth. He lied about you having a child with Dean, he lied about Purgatory… he lost his marbles and disappeared for a while, and now he's being distant and seriously shady. I know you love him and I know he's family at this point, but his track record sucks out loud. Why in the world wouldn't you just assume he's up to something?"
Biting her lip, Lizzy looks down at her silent phone in her hands and fiddles with it. Lou makes sense. She's very right. But he's Cass. Her Cassie. "He can't do that shit to me. Not again."
"I think he might. And you better be prepared to deal if he does."
Lizzy shakes her head no, not ready to come to terms with Castiel once more betraying or lying to all of them. Instead, she looks up and takes in Lou's form. She leaning slightly forward, towards her injured side. "How are you?"
"Life a beach," Lou dryly answers.
"How bad is it?" Lizzy asks, nodding to her sister's stomach.
"Hurts pretty bad," she answers.
"You need to make an appointment to get that checked. As soon as you can," Lizzy warns.
"I have an appointment Friday," Lou looks away as she tells her.
"They can't get you in sooner!?" Lizzy gets worried. "What if… you're not the only one affected?"
Lou picks at her cuticles a moment. She can't meet Lizzy's eyes when she asks her, "Can you drive me Friday?"
"To your doctor's appointment?" Lizzy questions with suspicion.
"I need to have someone there to drive me home… after," Lou explains quietly. She still can't meet her sisters gaze.
Lizzy's silent as the puzzle pieces come together. Her eyes pop wide. "Louise!"
"Don't call me that," she gripes back.
"Did you even tell Sam!?" Lizzy asks in a full panic.
"I can't," Lou closes her eyes and winces when Lizzy dives in.
"How the fuck can you do that!?" she shout whispers with Derek in the other room and Sammy napping. "He deserves to know!"
"It isn't his decision," Lou says simply, crossing her arms over her chest.
"He should know still!" Lizzy sees red. "How the fuck can you do this to him!?"
"I can't have this fucking kid, Lizzy!" Lou snaps. "He's gonna ruin the fucking world. He's gonna be evil and he's gonna fucking kill the world! How do I let that happen!? Huh!? How do I have this kid and raise it knowing he's… fuck, he's supposed to kill Sammy." Her voice breaks at the name of her nephew. "I can't let Sammy deal with this too. He has enough going on. It's too fucking much. I have this kid? What the fuck happens to this world?"
Lizzy just stares at her shaking her head no.
"Stop looking at me like that!" Lou gets mad as her sister judges her. "I can't tell Sam!"
"Why!?"
"He'll never let me do it!" Lou cracks, her chin quivering as her lower lids line with tears. "Sam… can't handle this decision. He can't. He's constantly having to make life or death, world ending decisions. And he's always wanted a family. I'm taking this one off his plate. Plus, he'll fucking talk me right out of it and I have to do this. I have to be strong enough for both of us on this one." She wipes her eyes roughly, blinking the unshed tears away.
Lizzy sighs and walks to the stool next to Lou, sitting down and reaching out a hand, palm up in invitation. Lou takes it as usual and Lizzy grips tight, placing their locked hands in her lap. She lets Lou calm down in silence and patiently waits until she looks up and locks her blue eyes onto Lizzy.
"I still think he has a right to know. And I worry that not telling him will eat you up," Lizzy airs her concerns.
"I can tell him after it's done," Lou replies, clearly having thought about this a lot.
"What do you think he'll do?" Lizzy wonders, knowing how hard Sam would take this betrayal.
Lou shrugs and drops her shoulders low, her chin wavering again. "I just hope he won't hate me forever."
"You think he could hate you?"
"Something this big?" Lou wonders aloud. "I don't know. Tables turned… I'd probably hate him. I'd understand it but… I would hate him. Fuck. He's gonna hate me."
"I'm not sure Sam knows how to hate you," Lizzy admits.
"He's has a very dark side in there," Lou knows well. "He manages it better than anyone ever could but… I don't know." Lou sighs. "It would kill me if he couldn't forgive me for this."
"Then don't," Lizzy offers her view of things. "We are now Winchesters. And I've seen this family screw fate in its big, ugly face a few times now. Right now… Sam should have burned the world to ash while being Lucifer's meatsuit or Dean would have brought the apocalypse to Earth with Michael riding his ass. One would have killed the other. They're both still standing. The Apocalypse never happened at all."
"Yet," Lou warns of the still in place prophesy.
"Angels and demons were wrong once before," Lizzy reminds her. "I can't guarantee much. I don't have a lot of answers. But what I can say is what I believe. I believe fate is a crock of shit. I believe Sammy will not be the Second Coming, even after what happened yesterday, because he has us and because he's going to be a strong, independent person that can fight for his own life and what he wants. Hell, I even believe Dean and I would have found each other even if we weren't soul mates. And I think you should really dig deep and soul search before you give up on what could be," Lizzy nods at Lou's stomach. "That right there is something bigger than fate's bullshit plans. That's love. That's our family. And if you want this… don't give it up just because the future scares you. The future is always fucking scary. Doesn't feel like it could get all that much worse."
"It could," Lou still believes.
Lizzy knows she's not getting through to her enough. "Lou, I love you so much. Please take the next three days to think this over. And I think you should tell Sam. If by Friday you still think it's best to end it… I'll drive you. Hell, I go in with you if you want."
Lou's eyes spill over again. "I fucking hate you," she cries, truly despising how her sister is making her rethink some things.
Lizzy grins. "You so don't."
"No, I don't," Lou sobs and stands up, pulling her barely younger sister into a tight hug. "Thank you for not judging me."
"Why would I do that?" Lizzy wonders honestly.
"I feel like everyone will judge me," Lou admit. "I'm judging myself. I hate this."
"You should hate this," Lizzy confirms for her, hand pressed to the back of Lou's blonde head. "This isn't right. You shouldn't have to sacrifice something you clearly want and that you have every right to just because we got some shit lot in life. You should have everything you want."
"I so deserve everything I want," Lou agrees with a sob. Lizzy just laughs lightly. "I'm gonna go upstairs and just… not be around people for a while.
"Good plan," Lizzy nods, releasing her sister from their embrace. "I'll text you when dinner is done."
"Thanks," Lou smiles small and sad before disappearing up the stairs.
Lizzy lets out one more sigh of stress and sadness before she walks to the refrigerator. A scan at it's contents and she knows there isn't much. But there never is, not for the past few months at least. It's been busy since she and Castiel came back from Purgatory, something she feels guilty for every day.
But hey, at least she's adjusting to normal life… or whatever this is.
"Chili it is," Lizzy comments to herself as she pulls out onions and peppers looking like they might turn soon. Need to use them. She finds some ground turkey (She secretly ditched ground beef a long time ago and never told Dean. It's worked so far!) and heads for the spice cabinet when her phone rings. She drops the ingredients in her hands on the counter and grabs her phone. She looks at the screen and instantly answers.
"Finally! What is going on?"
"Uh… hard to explain," Dean tells her. "But it didn't go well."
"What does that mean?" Lizzy asks him, very concerned.
"Well, we got Abaddon. She's in pieces and we've got her boxed up. Just need to find some curse boxes for storage until we can figure out how to end her the right way."
"That's good news…"
"But Henry didn't make it. He… he wasn't meant to make it." She hears him sigh heavily. "The guy never ditched dad. Dad hated him his whole life and Henry didn't deserve any of that hate."
Lizzy stays quiet a moment with how hard the whole situation is. "I don't even know what to say besides that fucking sucks."
"It fucking sucks out loud," Dean agrees completely. "We gotta give him a burial with the other Men of Letters we found buried and then check something out."
"What else do you have to do besides come home your lovely family?" Lizzy jokes, though she's much rather hear he's heading home instead.
She hears him huff a laugh. "Well, come to find out, Abaddon wanted Henry for what he's was holding onto. He had some weird looking key and Sam was told the key is to the mother-load of supernatural information… or whatever. I don't know. It sounded important though. If a Knight of Hell wanted it and Henry died for it, has to be something, right?"
"I'd say so," Lizzy nods to no one in her presence. "Where is it?"
"That's the crazy thing. It's in Lebanon."
"Kansas!?" Lizzy lights right up.
"Yeah. It's like twenty minutes from home."
"Huh," Lizzy thinks aloud. "What are the chances that your whole family is from Kansas and the mother-load is in Lebanon?"
"Don't even wanna know," Dean just sighs, used to coincidences such as this one.
"Well, I say you guys just come home," Lizzy asks of him. "You could stay here and Lou could go with Sam. I think they need a little time just them right now. And… I wouldn't mind a little time with just you right now either."
"Ah, loud and clear," Dean happily agrees. "Alright. We'll make sure Henry gets a proper send off and head home. It'll be good to see the rug-rat."
"And the ball and chain?"
"You know it."
Lizzy grins. "Okay, when do you think you'll be here?"
"Tonight?"
"Excellent," Lizzy smiles wide. "Can't wait."
"Yeah. I'll go get to it. See you soon."
"Love you, Hot Shot," Lizzy says to him with true affection before the line cuts out. She rolls her eyes. Why the Winchester insist on always ending a call without saying goodbye she will never know.
She then looks at her ingredients and nods. "Better get going."
The Impala comes to a rumbling stop outside the house and Dean looks over at Sam, asleep in the passenger seat. He never told him they were going home first or that Lou was going to head out with him. Sam's been weird since he found out about Lou and his fate. And Lou's been even weirder. Dean knows Lizzy just wants them to iron some stuff out together but he knows his little brother very well. Sam isn't ready to talk it all out. He was but Lou wasn't… now Sam's bitter and annoyed and scared. That was never a good mix for him.
"Hey," Dean says with an even and quiet tone, swatting Sam in the chest. "Wake up, sunshine."
"Hm?" Sam stirs and starts to sit up. He blinks a few times and looks around. "We're home?"
"Yeah," Dean nods.
"Thought we were gonna check out the mother-load first?" Sam questions, very confused.
"Pit stop," Dean explains. "L made dinner. She text me on the way. And I'm not missing chili night."
Sam makes a simple face of agreement and nods. He starts to get out of the car and Dean stops him. "Hey, uh… I think I'm gonna stick around tonight instead of check out the Hidden Temple of Doom."
"What? Why?" Sam questions immediately.
"Because… I want to be home. With my family," Dean says as if it should be obvious. "And if we're gonna jump on those trials as soon as we get a lead on a hellhound, then I'd like to see my kid before I ditch for a while again. I don't know how long these trial things take."
Sam looks out the windshield and thinks while nodding. "Yeah. Okay. I'll just head out tonight."
"With Lou," Dean adds on.
"She doesn't need to come," Sam denies right away.
"I think she does," Dean counters.
"I can handle unlocking a door, Dean," Sam fights back.
"You have no idea what's on the other side of this door. You need back up."
Sam rolls his eyes.
"And, don't you think you and Lou need some time?" Dean pushes a little. "You did just get some pretty crappy news and you haven't had times to deal with it together."
"Lou's dealing with it in her own way."
It's Dean's turn to roll his eyes. "And if she's doing half as well as you are with it, I'm sure she's the picture of mental health. You need each other on this one. Take it from a married man…."
Sam's head snaps around and eyes lock onto his brother. "I'm a married man."
"For, like, a couple months…"
"You've only been married for few years! And Lizzy was gone for over a year of that!"
"Whatever," Dean gives up. "Point is, you guys need some time to figure your shit out. And, according to Lizzy, Lou could use having you around right now."
"She's certainly not acting like it," Sam complains, looking down into his lap.
"And when has Lou ever asked for help when she's needed it?"
Sam pauses. "Never."
"Exactly. Just be there, man. She's got a lot on her plate and so do you. This is what marriage is literally for."
Sam hears Dean loud and clear. And for once, his older brother is actually right.
"Let's go," Dean says, pulling the keys out of the ignition and opening his car door. "I'm starving."
"Surprise," Sam dryly comments, also getting out of the car. "You said Lizzy made her turkey chili?"
Dean's eyes snap hard onto Sam over the car roof once they're both standing. "Turkey?"
Sam's heart drops when he realizes his mistake. "I didn't say…."
"She's been making it with turkey!?" Dean complains.
"She's not…" Sam stops and sighs. He's ruined the secret. "She's just trying to get you to be healthier when she can."
"That lying little…."
"Hey! She cares!" Sam reminds him. "You've also lost weight since she came back from Purgatory and started cooking healthier behind your back."
Dean looks down at his stomach then back at his brother. "I needed to lose weight?"
"You went through an emotional year. And you stopped hunting. You didn't notice?"
"I did… but I didn't think it was that noticeable," Dean mopes, a hand flat to his now non-gut. "But turkey…"
"Is leaner and far healthier," Sam reminds him. "And you know she's a damn good cook these days."
"Love that chili," Dean whispers to himself, head bowed.
"Pretend it's cow," Sam smirks, his mood lighter with his brother's antics over food. He pats him on the shoulder twice and they grab their bags from the trunk and head inside.
The second he opens the door, Dean hears the best sound in the world.
"Daddy!"
"Sammy! Dude!" Dean grins wide from ear to ear as he plops his bag onto the floor and crouches down as his son comes sprinting towards him, wide smile on his face. Dean scoops him right up into his arms and pulls him into a tight hug. "Ah, what's happening, little man?"
"Helping mommy," Sammy answers before holding onto his father's cheeks and squishing them together. Dean's lips purse like a fish. "She maked chili."
"My favorite," Dean says through kissy-face lips.
"That what mommy say!" Sammy gets excited before seeing his uncle come through the door behind his dad. "Uncle Sam!"
"Hey, kid," Sam smiles and ruffles his nephew's dark hair.
"You eat dinner?" Sammy wonders, looking to keep his favorite people under one roof for once.
"Sounds like that's the plan," he grins.
"Come on!" Sammy bounces before squirming out of his dad's hold and runs back to the kitchen. The men follow to find everyone in the kitchen getting dinner ready.
"Yes! Cornbread!?" Dean cheers like a child when he sees Lizzy cutting up a pan of the baked treat.
She smiles wide at the sound of his voice and glances over her shoulder as she stirs the large pot at the stove. They lock eyes. "And I didn't even put the whole kernels in there this time. I know you hate it."
"You're my favorite," he says with full sincerity before heading heading over to her and planting a quick kiss on her lips. He then reaches for the stack of bowls next to a large pot on the stove. He gets smacked in the arm.
"Wash your hands, heathen."
"Missed you too, Louise," he talks back to the policing woman as she walks around him. He washes his hands in the sink, Sam following, before everyone grabs a bowl of chili and finds their usual seats at the table, and extra one added for Derek now that he's moved in.
"Okay," Lizzy starts once everyone is about a half bowl of chili into their dinner. "So, we need to talk about something that happened with Sammy."
"Dude, what'd you do?" Dean looks right at the little boy, waiting to hear what he got into this time. His son is a good kid, a great kid, but he's curious and energetic. That's a tough mix sometimes.
"Nothing!" Sammy fights right away, worried about getting into trouble for nothing.
"Sammy…" Dean starts to warn but gets stopped by his wife.
"He didn't do anything bad. He's telling the truth. Actually, what he did was pretty good… I think." Lizzy wrinkles her expression with her uncertainty over Sammy's powers.
Dean looks at her, worried. "What happened?"
"Do you remember when Henry did that spell and it didn't work? Henry called him really powerful and he mentioned the whole prophecy he'd heard about through the secret society he was in?"
"Yeah…."
"Well," Lizzy pauses and breathe deep once. "We found out he was right. Sammy does have a good amount of power in him." He looks to her son and winks with a grin, trying to make this a calm, happy discussion instead of a negative one. Sammy grins back at her.
Dean drops his spoon and sits up, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Alright, get it out."
"Abaddon found us," Lizzy explains. "Lou and I… got ready for her… while Derek took Sammy into the bathroom and locked up tight, protected them. She got in anyways and when she came for Sammy… he…"
"I maked it really bright!" Sammy cuts in and uses open wide hands in front of him to show just how bright it was.
Sam narrows his eyes on the boy. "How'd you make it bright, Sammy?"
"Don't know," he shrugs and picks up his spoon, scooping a bite of chili and chewing.
Sam and Dean look at Lizzy. "What's that mean?" Sam asks again.
"Don't ask me," Lizzy says and nods to her half-brother. "Derek was with him. I was half concussed by then."
"You okay?" Dean asks quietly, a hand grabbing hers on the table top.
She grins. "I'll make it."
"You call Cass?" Dean wonders, knowing the angel could fix her.
"Called him three times since we got back. For my head and for info on Sammy."
"No show?"
"No call back either."
Dean shakes his head, clearly concerned about the angel. He drops it for now and looks at Derek. "What happened?"
"He just kinda… made a bubble around us," Derek tries once more to explain. "It was made of light, really bright blue light. And I couldn't feel it, like touch it kind of feel it… but it felt so calm on the inside. Safe. And his eyes turned a pale bright blue like they were lit up somehow."
"He had blue eyes!?" Dean spits out quickly, the icy shock hitting hard.
"Yeah."
"Like an angel!?"
"I've… never seen an angel's eyes… light up…" Derek responds, not having known beforehand that angel eyes lit up ever.
"They were pale blue? Like a light blue?" Sam needs clarification.
"Yeah." Derek nods and looks at both men with wide eyes. Their reaction to him is weird. He's so fucking new to this.
"Not like an angel completely then," Sam mentions, looking at Dean.
"Sounds close e-fucking-nough," Dean bitches.
"Daddy! No say that!" Sammy gets mad at his father's language.
"Sorry, kiddo," Dean says, his face never relaxing from the fear.
Both Dean and Sam sit back in their chairs at the same time for a moment of thinking silence, Sam with crossed arms and Dean washing a hand down his face.
"Sammy?" Sam is the first to speak after a moment. When the boy looks at him, he asks, "Do you remember the blue light you made?"
"Yeah!" Sammy says with a smile, holding his spoon and chewing.
"What did it feel like inside the light?"
"Good."
"Just good?" Sam asks, surprised by the simplicity.
"Yeah!"
"How did you do it?"
"Don't know," Sammy repeats from earlier.
"Can you try and do it again?" Sam keeps going.
Sammy sits there, staring at his food in front of him for a moment. Nothing happens. He looks back at his uncle and grins. "Nope!"
Lizzy and Lou both smile as they already attempted to get Sammy to do it again earlier today.
"Why can't you do it again, Sammy?" Sam asks him, Dean watching the conversation closely.
"I not scared," Sammy tells them easily, back to eating. The heaping mouthful he takes in is very Dean of him and the little boy ignores the whole situation. It's gravity is lost on him.
"Fear is his trigger," Sam says aloud as he thinks it through.
Lizzy takes the moment to squeeze her husband's hand. He looks to her and she smiles warmly. "He's okay."
"Is he?" Dean challenges.
"He's happy and he has no idea he's special, or that what happened is weird."
"And when he makes a freaking bubble of light around himself on the first day of school because he's nervous?" Dean gets louder with anxiety, Lizzy squeezing his hand even harder to let him know to calm down.
"One day at a time," she softly tells him. "That's how we're gonna do this."
Dean nods despite feeling like it's all impossible. "He won't ever be normal now."
"Was Sammy ever normal?" Lou jokes, looking at her nephew with a big wide goofy face.
"Hey!" Sammy laughs at her. "You weird, Auntie Louie!"
"You're weirder!" Lou assures him.
"Nah-uh" Sammy fires back.
"You put peanut butter on your bananas!"
"That not weird!"
"Yes it is," Lou laughs.
"Uncle Sammy do it!"
"It's not weird," Sam interjects his opinion to defend himself.
"Yes it is," Dean tells him and the whole table turns into bickering about each others odd food preferences. "You're both friggin' weird."
Once everyone is in on the loud conversation, even Derek jumping on Lou for her love of putting butter on toast before her peanut butter, Dean looks to Lizzy. Their eyes meet and Lizzy can see the fear in him.
"He'll never have a normal life."
Lizzy nods sadly. "I know."
"That was the plan."
"I know," Lizzy echoes herself. "But he's a Winchester."
Dean looks away.
"How is that your fault?" Lizzy gets upset a bit as she quietly asks him, reading his thoughts correctly.
"I'm the Winchester in this," Dean explains, looking back to her. "L, I'm sorry."
"Stop it," she ends its right there. "We're all Winchesters. And even now, Sammy's pretty fucking awesome. We'll figure it out as we go."
"He won't just be a kid…."
"He will be as much as we can manage," Lizzy confidently tells him. "And we will figure it out. Trust me."
Dean nods, always trusting her, and they continue to hold hands as they eat and listen to the family argue over nothing all that important.
"I'm so fucking pissed at you," Lou grits through clenched teeth, shoving clothing items into a duffle bag on her bed with tense shoulders.
"I know," Lizzy nods, her arms crossed over her chest as she watches on from the doorway.
"This is the last thing I wanted right now," Lou shakes her head, snatching some socks from a drawer. "And it's not your place to set me up like this."
"You're right," Lizzy nods simply.
"Then what the fuck!?" Lou yells at her and Lizzy shushes her, Sammy within earshot in the house.
"You know you have to be around Sam right now," Lizzy tries to make her see everything the right way. "You don't have to tell him but you need to have the chance to. I still think he has a right to know."
"He will only make this harder to do," Lou tells her sister, sure of it. "If he even looks at me the wrong with, with that sappy little puppy thing he does… I'll never go through with it."
"Yeah. He's pretty good at that look, isn't he?" Lizzy commiserates.
"Perfected it," Lou complains as she plops down on the edge of the bed, hunched over. "I'm doomed. And you set me up."
Lizzy sighs and walks over to Lou, sitting down shoulder-to-shoulder next to her. "I did it because I love you and you know that."
Lou just nods slightly.
"Tell him or don't, but I think you know this is the right thing to do. Just hang around him, clear up some of the tension between you, maybe talk about the fate you found out. Then, if you finally realize I'm right and Sam should know, then tell him. That's it."
"And what will you be doing while I'm stuck in the car agonizing over my shitty lot in life?"
Lizzy just smirks. "You know, hanging around, maybe bring Sammy to the playground… locking myself in my bedroom with my hot fucking husband that I don't get to see enough…."
"So, you get to fuck while I act like an angsty teen? Super fucking fair," Lou bitches.
"You'll survive," Lizzy says, leaning her head onto Lou's shoulder. "I love you."
"Love you too, Lizard," Lou grumps and gets up onto her feet. She grabs her bag and sighs one last time before heading downstairs with Lizzy behind her.
"You ready?" Sam asks her, already by the front door with his own bag.
"As I'll ever be," Lou nods, already reading the tension and apprehension all over her husband.
"Okay," Sam nods and turns to the rest of the room. "We're heading."
"You leaving?" Sammy asks, once more sad by someone going away on him yet again.
"This is a quick one, kiddo," Sam explains as Sammy runs his way. He scoops him up and smiles at him, the grin just a bit fake. "Auntie Lou and I will be back soon."
"You stay," Sammy demands. He hugs his uncle tight around the neck. "You leave always. No leave."
Sam closes his eyes. It hurts worse every time. He always wants to stay with his nephew instead. Always. "Sammy, dude… When we get back we will do a Sam's only day, okay?"
"Okay," Sammy perks up a little bit. Sam only days are pretty great. His uncle takes him away for the day and they have so much fun. Last time it was the zoo and ice cream.
"Be good, huh?" Sam asks of him.
"Sammy will," Sammy agrees.
"Good," Sam smiles and puts Sammy down.
Lou crouches to give her nephew a big hug. "See you soon, smelly."
"Bye, stinky face," Sammy giggles out as he runs away.
"Alright, let's find out what the mystery of the weird-ass key is," Lou says opening the front door and grabbing her keys off the hook on the wall. She walks out the door and Sam glances back into the living room before leaving. Dean nods at him in a way he thinks is encouraging. Sam shakes his head and walks out the door.