Saving people, hunting things

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

Sam laughed again, rolling his eyes. He really didn't know why Dean was making such a fuss. She was just a neighborly old lady. 

"Us to fix her stereo or somethin’. I think I can do it probably. Told her we’d pop over in a few hours. She said she’d give us pie," He explained, wriggling his eyebrows. 

Sam chuckled.

The old lady, Sharon, raised her eyebrows.

  "Oh, how lovely of you! I'm Sharon. Hello, Dean. You're a very handsome young man," she complimented him, smiling a little too cheerily.

Dean rolled his eyes. “You child.” He did, however, briefly consider making Kevin answer the door (Cas was on a walk).

 The old lady didn't respond the the 'cristo' thing-- it seemed she didn't even hear it. 

Dean followed his brother inside, arms crossed. “We don’t…. There’s, like, at least half a mile on both sides.” Okay, that was probably an exaggeration, but still. 

Sam scoffed.

Sam shrugged, walking inside.

Dean got home about fifteen minutes later, bringing in the five grocery bags in one trip and starting to put the stuff away. “Sammy! I got you that shit you wanted,” He called as he unpacked the bag of kale. “The hell’s this for?”

Sam puffed his cheeks out. 

"We’ll find Cas," He promised. "It’s just second priority right now, okay? We’re gonna get you stable first." He finally found the hospital and pulled into the E.R. parking lot. He got out of the car and went around to open Sam’s door, having to catch his brother as he half-fell out. He pulled him up and tried to support him as best as possible, leading him into the receiving room. Dammit, he didn’t have a cover story—

  "Oh, dear. Follow me," the nurse said without missing a beat, probably used to reacting to weird shit as fast as possible. She helped drag Sam into an emergency room and called a doctor down.

"Yes, I am," She retorted, bouncing the baby a little to try to calm her. "Do we have a thermometer? I think she might be sick." She opened another drawer, this time taking care not to pull it out, and rooted around a little. She soon located one and popped the cap off, switching it on and sticking it in Alice’s ear. After a moment, the display screen showed that her temperature was 101.1.

Sam pursed his lips, placing one side of his large palm on the baby's tiny forehead.

Amy probably wouldn’t have heard the soft whimpers if she hadn’t been awake. She was, though, so when Alice started crying quietly from down the hall, she heard it clearly and got out of bed to go check.

Sam woke with a start when he heard a crash and sat up in bed, narrowing his eyes. After finding the spot beside him empty, he stood up, going to investigate.