034. h. h. holmes ghost

                                    

                                          
The Winchesters get to the Roadhouse and Sam gets Libby out of her car seat while Ophelia gets out and holds Dean's hand.
"Los Angeles, California." Dean says.
"What's in L.A.?" Sam asks.
"Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult." Dean says.
"Yeah? Girl got a name?"
"Katie Holmes." Dean says and Sam laughs.
"That's funny. And for you, so bitchy." Sam says.
They hear glass break from inside the roadhouse.
"Of course, on the other hand -- catfight."
They walk in, finding Jacob and Larissa behind the counter, both having tired and annoyed expressions on their faces while Jo and Ellen argue.
"I am your mother, I don't have to be reasonable!"
"You can't keep me here!"
"Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie."
Libby quietly whines, covering her ears, nestling her face into the crook of Sam's neck and he gently rests a hand on the back of her head.
"What are you going to do? Are you going to chain me up in the basement?"
"You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don't wanna stay, don't stay. Go back to school."
"I didn't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection."
"Yeah, and getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?!" Ellen turns, seeing the Winchesters. "Guys, bad time."
"Yes, ma'am." Sam says.
"Definitely." Natalie says.
"Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway." Dean says.
"Wait. I wanna know what they think about this." Jo says.
"I don't care what they think!" Ellen yells.
"Are you guys open?" A dad for a family of four asks. They're all wearing matching bright yellow T-shirts and the kids are around Libby's age.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"It... it is not the best time." Jacob says.
"Yeah. Yes, um... sorry." Larissa politely smiles.
"We'll just... check out the Arby's down the road." The dad says. Larissa gives him a double thumbs up and the family walks out.
The phone rings making Jo glare at it before glaring at her mother. Larissa and Jacob share a look and Larissa answers the phone.
"Harvelle's." She says. "Yeah, of course." She lowers the phone. "Ellen." She holds the phone out to her. Ellen marches over, ripping the phone away from her.
"Harvelle's. Yeah, preacher." Ellen says.
"Three weeks ago, a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment." Jo holds the file folder out to Dean who doesn't move. "Take it, it won't bite."
"No, but your mom might." Dean says.
Jo doesn't back down and eventually, Dean reluctantly takes the file.
"And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past 80 years, six women have vanished. All from the same building, all young blondes." Jo says.
"Well, excellent time to be a brunette." Natalie comments.
"I hear that." Larissa high fives her.
Sam flicks Natalie in the head, giving her a look.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Insensitive. Sorry." Natalie says.