Sam fidgited uncomfortably.
"You were more like Dad than I'd ever seen you, and that's the side of him you full-on hated the most." Dean said bluntly.
"No, the side I hated the most was the one that would abandon his own kids because we wanted a little independance. That just because we wanted something for ourselves, it meant we didn't love the rest of the family!" Sam blurted. "But, yeah, I hated the Drill Instructor, too. Though, I have to say... gets results." he admitted. "Do we have any aspirin?"
"Yeah, I'll go check the bathroom cabinet." Dean dismissed. "Now, why don't you tell me what's going on, 'cause that's... really not you."
Sam shrugged. "Excedrin, I think Excedrin will be better..."
"Sam!"
"Fine... He was... looking at Alex."
Dean frowned. "What do you mean, 'looking'? Like... looking looking?"
Sam nodded.
"Dude... gross." Dean said. "Maybe... maybe you're on high-sensory alert, you mistook it?"
"He was looking up her skirt, Dean! She was standing on a ladder, and he was right there under her, with a look on his face like it was one of those ten dollar booths!"
"Right... go to the bathroom, get yourself something for that headache." Dean said quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Sam frowned slightly. "What about you?"
"I, am going to pack our stuff. I'm a better packer than you are."
"You don't think we should just talk to him---"
"Look, we don't know this guy--- and that's the way Dad wanted it. Let's just respect that and move on. Long as he didn't actually place hands on her--- he didn't, right?"
"No." Sam said. "But, Dean, what about whatever's haunting this place?"
"Right... we don't let the baby out of our sight, then. And, we don't need to be sleeping here."
Sam nodded, and then Adam walked in, handing him a bottle of pills.
"My mom was a nurse, she had some good samples from the hospital. These kind are good for headaches. Kind of overheard, sorry. Look... you're mistaken... That ol' stepstool's wobbly, and I didn't want her to fall and get hurt was all."
Sam looked unsurely at him, but took the bottle anyway.
"Dude, wasn't in the room, but, if I catch you at it, I will castrate you with a rock." Dean said.
Adam was safe from response, Alex walked back in with paper sacks so soaked in grease it looked as though the bottoms might fall out.
"Okay, this place had chili cheeseburgers with triple bacon, but the fries looked like crap--- those nasty, crinkly ones that've been sitting under a light since last Tuesday, probably?--- so, I stopped by the gas station next door and grabbed some chips instead." she said, sitting the food down on the table. "Oh, and, Dean? The gas station had some of those little mini fried fruit pies, too." she said, dumping out the plastic bag."
Dean slung an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "There's ma'girl..."
"Well, come on, let's eat before it congeals..." she said, trying not to note the uncomfortable looks on their faces...