There's a moving van parked out front of Larry's house when they pull up the next morning, Larry busy loading boxes into the back and not looking up until the hunters are headed over to him. "What, no goodbye," Dean asks jokingly.
"Good timing," Larry says. Another hour and we'd have been gone."
"For good," Sam asks.
"Yeah. The development's been put on hold while the government investigates those bones you found, but I'm gonna make damn sure no one lives here again."
"You don't seem very upset about that."
"Somehow the biggest financial decision of my career pales in comparison to the more important things." He cuts his gaze to the left, watching as Matt walks over to the trash can with a box of his own. The soft smile tilting his lips up is enough to have something in Elizabeth's chest easing. "How's Zane doing? He didn't look so good when you guys left last night."
"He'll be in the hospital for a couple of days," Elizabeth tells him. "He needed to be put on oxygen and monitored, but he'll pull through alright. He said the only thing you need to worry about is finding his down payment." Larry manages a strangled laugh, nodding. "Why don't you hop in there and I'll hand you some of the bigger boxes?"
"I'd appreciate it." Sam moves over to talk to Matt while Elizabeth keeps Larry distracted, handing him a box nearly taller than herself with Dean's help. With the three of them working in tandem, it doesn't take long to get the rest of the boxes loaded. "I never did get a chance to thank you guys for what you did last night."
"No problem," Dean says, shaking Larry's outstretched hand. "It was our pleasure."
"Yeah, it was either this or stalking my niece's doctor until the dumb bitch ordered some more tests," Elizabeth adds. "At least this way I didn't get thrown in jail." Larry doesn't seem to know what to say to that, looking relieved as the pair of hunters move to stand by the Impala. Dean wraps an arm around Elizabeth's shoulders, her head resting on his chest and her arms wrapping around his waist in return.
"How do you think it would have been if we were raised normally? If we weren't brought up to know about the things that go bump in the night?" She looks up at him curiously, pressing a comforting kiss on his jaw before settling her head back down in the crook of his neck and breathing in the intoxicating smell of leather and aftershave.
"Boring as all hell. We probably would've grown up to be respectable members of society and I don't want to imagine that."
"Yeah, but I could've taken you out on movie and dinner dates."
"I'd rather have you with me all the time." His hold tightens just a fraction, then loosens as Sam heads their way. The three of them watch Larry and Matt talking without any sign of tension, each of them thinking of their own fathers and what it might be like to have a conversation like that with them.
"I want to find Dad," Sam says.
"Yeah, me too," Dean agrees.
"Yeah, but I just…. I want to apologize to him."
"For what?"
"All the things I said to him. He was just doing the best he could." There's a small silence before Dean speaks up again.
"Well, don't worry. We'll find him, and you'll apologize, and within five minutes you guys will be at each other's throats." That gets the laugh Dean's been longing to hear, making him relax further against Elizabeth and the car.
"Yeah, probably."
"Are y'all done with the mushy shit," Elizabeth asks playfully. "Let's hit the road."
Girl, there are really no words strong enough/To describe all my longing for love/I don't want my feelings restrained/Oh babe, I just need you like never before/I just imagine you'd come through this door/You'd take all my sorrow away