family line, supernatural [ 1 ]

002. dad's missing

Dean pulls up to the apartment complex that Natalie lives at.

"Alright, let's go." Dean says, heading for the fire escape.

"Dude, dude, dude." Sam stops him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm doing to her the same thing I did to you." Dean states like it's obvious.

"No. Man, she'd literally kill you." Sam says.

"Um, yeah, I'd like to see her try." Dean remarks.

"Trust me... an angry Natalie is no fun." Sam says. "Front door."

"God, you're so boring, Sam." Dean grumbles, reluctantly following his brother to the door.

"I just don't wanna get stabbed." Sam states.

Sam leads Dean to Natalie's apartment, Dean leaning against the wall.

"I am gonna shock her with my existence, though." Dean says.

"Mm-hmm. Sure. Yeah, she'll love that." Sam sarcastically comments. He loudly knocks on the door, making sure it's enough to wake his sister up. A few minutes go by and there's no answer so Sam knocks again. He continues to knock until the door opens, a half asleep and very annoyed Natalie glaring up at him.

"What the hell do you want? Why are you here at, like, three in the damn morning?" Natalie asks. Sam simply smiles and steps into the apartment. Natalie looks over at movement, freezing at the sight of her older brother.

"Hey, Natty." Dean smiles.

"How drunk am I? Am I hallucinating?" Natalie asks, looking at Sam.

"Nope. He's, uh... he's really here." Sam states.

Dean observes his sister's appearance. She's wearing a brightly colored plaid crop top and teal pajama pants. Colorful bracelets rest on both of her wrists, some having charms, some simply being thread, and some are beaded. She has one ring on each finger, some simple, and a few having crystals on them. Her hair is in a messy bun, stray hairs falling in her face.

"I'm sorry, did-did Punky Brewster and Phoebe Buffay just come in and throw up on you or something?" Dean remarks at her colorful appearance.

"Dude." Sam hisses, smacking Dean's arm as Natalie glares at the older one.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Those are both iconic TV characters, who I actually do love, so I'm taking that as a compliment. Thank you. Now leave." Natalie orders.

"Oh, come on, Natty. Haven't seen you in three years, you really just wanna kick me out?" Dean asks, jutting his lower lip out in a pout.

"It's 3 AM... so, yes." She nods.

"Look, I need to talk to you. I got Sammy on board, I need to get you on board." Dean says, walking into the apartment and past his younger siblings.

"Oh, yeah, no, come right on in." Natalie sarcastically welcomes, shutting the door. She rubs her head at the oncoming headache she can feel from her hangover.

"Dude, could you use any more colors?" Dean asks, looking around at all the brightly colored decorations and sky blue couch.

"Your point, Dean?" Natalie asks. She pops a couple of painkillers into her mouth, downing them with some water.

"Right. Um... dad's missing." Dean states. "He was on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days."

"And that brings you here, why?" She asks.

"Look, dad's missing. I need you and Sam to help me find him." Dean states.

"I'm sorry." Natalie chuckles. "You must've forgotten about the part where I don't care."