habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

006. "what kind of psycho are you?"

Larissa sits across from Bobby at his desk as he studies the colt, trying to figure it out. Dean sits next to the older man and is melting metal into bullets.

"Hey." Sam walks in.

"Hey." Larissa replies.

"What's up?" Dean asks.

"Might've found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric pressure drop." Sam says.

"Well, that's thrilling." Dean says.

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out." Sam says. "Might be demonic omens."

"Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker." Dean says.

"Yeah, but it's our best lead since Lincoln." Sam says.

"Where in Ohio?" Dean asks.

"Elizabethville. It's a half dead factory town in the rust belt." Sam says.

"There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach." Dean grumbles.

"Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time." Sam jokes making Larissa smile. "How's it going, Bobby?"

"Slow." The man answers.

"Eh, I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the colt like that." Dean says.

"Well, the only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick." Bobby says.

"So what makes it tick?" Sam asks.

"I don't think he figured it out yet." Larissa whispers after seeing Bobby glare at Sam. Sam holds his hands up, smiling in amusement.

"So, if we want to check out these omens in Ohio..." Dean starts, standing up. "You think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?" He asks Bobby. Sam and Larissa quietly laugh and share amused looks as Bobby gives Dean a glare.

"Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise you it'll kill you." Bobby states.

"All right, come on, we're wasting daylight." Dean says.

"Rissa, go with them." Bobby orders.

"What? Why?" Larissa asks.

"So I'm alone without you bothersome three." Bobby says.

"What the hell did I do? I made zero jokes." Larissa says.

"Well, you're gonna make one. Now go." Bobby tells her.

"Really, Bobby? Come on. She's so... sarcastic and-and mouthy." Dean complains.

"Can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen, boy." Bobby tells him. Larissa smugly smiles at Dean as he rolls his eyes. Sam quietly chuckles.

"See you, Bobby." Sam says.

"Hey." Bobby calls, the three turning to him. "You three run into anything -- anything -- you call me." Larissa gives him a thumbs up and walks out, the brothers following her.

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"There's not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide -- I saw it myself." Father Gil says as him and the three walk in the church.

"Well, this shouldn't take long, then." Dean says.

"That's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday." Gil says.

"When did he stop?" Sam asks.

"Probably about... two months ago? Right around the time everything else started to change." Gil says.