095. convention

                                    

                                          
Dean squeals to a stop in the parking lot of the hotel and they all quickly get out, Dean stopping at the other Impalas nearby.
"Hey." Sam calls. "Come on." They rush to the front and find Chuck pacing back and forth outside. "Chuck! There you are."
"Guys?" Chuck asks.
"What's going on?" Dean asks.
"Uh, nothing. You know, I'm just kinda hanging. What are you guys doing here?" Chuck asks.
"You told us to come." Dean says.
"Uh, no I didn't." Chuck denies.
"Yeah, you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?" Sam asks.
"I didn't send you a text." Chuck says.
"We drove all night!" Dean exclaims.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand what could..." Chuck trails off as he realizes something. "Oh, no."
"What?" Dean asks.
"Sam!" They hear a woman squeal and turn to find her rushing down the steps. "You made it!" She stands across from Sam.
"Who the fuck is this chick?" Larissa whispers.
"Groper." Natalie whispers, pulling Ophelia closer to her, wrapping her arms around her niece's chest.
"Ah." Larissa nods.
"Oh, uh... Becky, right?" Sam asks.
"Oh, you remembered. You've been thinking about me." She grins.
"Trust me, he hasn't." Larissa argues, a slightly annoyed smile on her face.
"Oh. You came with them." Becky notes, forcing a smile at the brunette.
"What was that look?" Larissa whispers.
"Well, uh... given the, um... your feelings are written in books, uh... she probably hates your guts." Jacob quietly says.
"I..." Sam isn't sure how to respond.
"It's okay, I can't get you out of my head either." Becky grins.
"Yeah, he doesn't think about you." Ophelia debunks. "He only gets all flustered with Rissy."
"Shut it." Larissa says through gritted teeth.
"What?" Ophelia says, seemingly clueless.
"Becky, did you take my phone?" Chuck asks.
"I just borrowed it... from your pants." Becky says.
"Becky--"
"What? They're gonna want to see it."
"See what?" The siblings ask.
"Oh. My. God. I love it when they talk about the same time!" Becky squeals.
"Hey, Chuck?" A guy from the top of the stairs calls. "Come on, pal, it's showtime." He goes back inside.
"Guys... I'm sorry. For everything." Chuck says before going inside. They follow, Becky excitedly walking in behind them.
"Hey, Dean, looking good." A guy says as he passes them.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asks. He's wearing similar clothes to Dean, including the amulet which Dean still doesn't have back.
"I'm Dean, too. Duh." He says.
"Uh oh. It's the Winchesters. I'm in trouble now." A guy dressed as a scarecrow says. "Have fun, you guys."
"Daddy, I'm scared." Libby whines, tugging on his jacket.