032. what's dead should stay dead

                                    

                                          
"Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid." Dean says as he drives.
"Why?" Sam asks.
"Going to visit mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave. There-There was no body left after the fire." Dean says.
"She has a headstone." Sam says.
"Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on." Dean groans.
"Dean, that's not the point." Sam argues.
"Well then, enlighten me, Sam."
"It's not about a body, or-or a casket. It's about her memory, okay? And with both parents now... you know, dead, despite one not being a very good father, it just feels like the right thing to do."
"Can we stop fighting?" Libby asks.
"Good luck." Natalie scoffs.
"It's irrational is what it is." Dean says.
"Look, man. No one asked you to come." Sam says.
"Why don't we swing  by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down."
"That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me off, I'll hitch a ride, and I'll meet you there tomorrow."
"Right. Heh. Stuck... stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks." Dean says.
"Oh, please, you'd be hitting on Jo the whole time." Natalie says.
"I would not." Dean argues.
"You could take the girls." Sam suggests, nodding back to the two children.
"Ophelia doesn't like talking to stranger for longer than five minutes and Libby doesn't have a super large vocabulary. And the vocabulary she does have, I still struggle to understand half the time. Don't think it'd go far, I'd still have to do most of the talking." Dean shuts the idea down.
"I think we should just all go after seeing your mommy's grave." Ophelia says. "Cause then the twinnies can talk to Larissa and Jacob." She grins.
"And why would we do that?" Natalie asks.
"Cause you like him." Ophelia points at her aunt. "And he likes her." She points to Sam.
"I do not." The twins object.
"Well, they like you guys." Ophelia says. "Uncle Sammy only gets flustered around pretty girls. And he got flustered around Larissa."
"How do you know what flustered means?" Sam asks.
"I'm smart." Ophelia grins.
"Okay, Urkel, well, don't get any hopes up. We don't like them." Natalie says.
"I bet you five bucks you will." Ophelia says.
"Gambling with a six year old? No, thank you." Natalie says.
"Whatever. It's just cause you'll know you lose." Ophelia shrugs.
"Dean, you've raised a monster." Dean says.
"Hey, I just feed her and act like myself. It ain't my fault." Dean says.
"Fine. Five bucks. I won't like Jacob because I don't have a crush on him." Natalie says.
"Deal." Ophelia grins, holding her hand out. Natalie shakes her hand. "Uncle Sammy?" She gives her uncle puppy dog eyes.
"I'm not gonna take money from you, Ophi." Sam says.