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? home a place where i can go to take this off my shoulders. someone take me home, ?
in which carmen help's
her brother's find their
missing dad and help
peopled on the way.
( supernatural x oc )
( season...
Pulling up to the Miller's house the next day to talk to Max was a plan that Carmen had to talk her up. She had just seen his father's head in the flower bed and was already imagining she was trying to push into the vault. Seeing the kid of that man was making it harder to push into that vault. "Hey, good luck Daria." Dean called after, trying to help relieve the heavy cloud over his sister. She simply nodded, tapping the side of the passenger door after getting out.
"Hey," Sam called, getting her to turn back and lean on the open window, "Be gentle with him, okay?"
"But Sam, I was goin' go full Carrie White. Pig's blood and everything." She joked, trying to seem like she was okay. Sam looked over to Dean who was only smiling, "Don't worry, I'll be careful. Love ya both." She said before pushing off the Impala and walking up to the looming house.
Standing at the front door, taking a small breath before knocking on the door. Max opened it, "Hi, I'm Carmen, I live down the street." She said with a small friendly smile as he nodded his head, "Yeah, I saw you here yesterday."
"Is your mom here, I wanted to give my condolences. And let her know my parents said that we're here if either one of you needs anything."
"She's resting, she's pretty wrecked." He replied as she nodded her head, "Do you want to come in?" He asked, stepping aside. "If I'm not bothering–" He quickly shook his head and she walked, watching him shut the door behind her. "All these people keep coming with like, casseroles? I finally had to tell them all to go away. You know cause nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole." He joked leading them to the living room. She gave a small laugh, "Yeah I've never understood that. It's like they want to smother your food with carbs and grease."
He laughed before offering her to sit on the couch while he sat in the armchair. "How are you holding up?" She asked watching his face as it started to change and she quickly started to back pedal, "I'm sorry, you've probably been asked that like forty times al–"
"No–no it's–I'm okay." He replied, giving her an empathic smile. "Your dad and uncle were close?" He shrugged slightly, "Yeah, I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little,"
"But...not lately? I only ask because I have two older brothers, one is off at college, and the other is on the other side of the country. So, I can kinda sense things like that."
"No, it's not that. It's just. We used to be neighbors when I was a kid, and we lived across town in this house. Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time." He explained and shifted his leg, so his right was propped up on his left. "Oh, really? How was it in the house when you were a kid?"
