Maddie pouted all the way to Pine Barrens in Jersey. Sam and Bobby were following Dean, the kids and I in Bobby's car. They found out the ranger who'd found the victim was at the local Biggerson's, so while the boys talked to him, I saved us a table with Zep and Maddie.

"I want to go with Daddy," Maddie glared across the table at me.

"Not now, Maddie. He'll come over with Uncle Sammy and Grandpa Bobby in a minute."

She slouched down in her chair, continuing to pout until the trio came over and took a seat.

"She still mad?" Dean asked quietly.

I nodded, turning to help Zep who had begun to get fussy.

"I'll be right back. Get me one of those," I nodded at the advertisement for the new Pepperjack Turducken Slammer.

"Got it."

I headed into the bathroom after grabbing the diaper bag from off the back of my seat.

"Alright, little big man," I said, laying Zep down on the changing table. "Did you make a surprise for Mommy?"

I changed him quickly and then made my way back out to the table where the others were already eating.

"Good choice, by the way," Dean informed me, nodding to my sandwich. "It's really good."

"You got one, too?"

He nodded, taking another bite. Once Zeppelin was back situated in the high chair they'd provided me, I sat down to try the sandwich myself.

"Oh my God," I moaned.

"See," Dean smirked.

"Anyway," Sam interrupted us, "the ranger did seem to think there was something out in Wharton Forest."

"Well, then I'd say it's safari time," Bobby said.

I was somewhat aware of a fight breaking out between some of the employees, but I didn't pay too close attention, too focused on eating my sandwich like Dean to care.

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Anyway, so after the boys investigated the woods, and Ranger Rick apparently got eaten by the Jersey Devil- which turned out to not be the Jersey Devil at all, just a normal guy who apparently got really messed up somehow- we all met up at Biggerson's again and Dean and I both got the TDK Slammer again. Sam and Bobby just got cups of coffee while Maddie got mac and cheese from the kids menu.

"Gerald Browder, 35, self employed," Sam was explaining. "Air conditioning repairman. Missing person number three. Disappeared eight days ago."

"Well, that explains all the people that got... you know what in the last eight days," Bobby said, editing his sentence since Maddie was around.

"Yeah, question is, what happened to him?"

Sam glanced up from the laptop to look at Dean and I.

"What do you think, guys?"

"I'm not that worried about it," Dean said through a mouthful of sandwich.

"What he said," I agreed, taking another bite as well.

"Excuse me?" Bobby raised an eyebrow at us.

"That's funny, right?" Dean continued. "I could give two shakes of a rat's ass. Is that right? Do rats shake their ass, or is it something else? Eh."

He shrugged in unison with me and we continued to eat. Sam was glancing around the restaurant at all the people also eating the Turducken Slammer.

"Give me those," he said, snatching away both of our sandwiches.

"Whoa, whoa. Why?!" we chorused.

"There's some funky chicken in the TDK Slammer, ain't there?" Bobby looked at Sam.

"Yeah," Sam nodded, sniffing at one of the sandwiches and recoiling. After throwing out mine, we took Dean's to go and headed back to the house we were squatting at.

"This is stupid," I whined. "Our sandwiches didn't do anything. I don't know what you think you're going to find."

Sam unwrapped Dean's sandwich as Bobby glared at both of us.

"There is something wrong with the two of you, Ellie."

"Are you kidding? We're fine," Dean took my side. "I don't know about Ellie, but I- I actually feel great. The best I've felt in months. Cass? Black goo? I don't even care anymore. And you know what's even better? I don't care that I don't care. I just want my damn slammer back."

"Guys, you are completely stoned, just like Ranger Rick was," Sam pointed out.

"Just like the dinner rush back at Biggerson's," Bobby added. "And everybody's loving the Turducken."

Just then, gray goo bubbled out of the slammer on the table.

"I think you pissed off my sandwich," Dean said.

More goo bubbled out and I grimaced.

"That- that's in us?"

"O-only half of it."

"Does that snot look familiar?" Bobby asked.

"Okay, so whatever turned Gerry Browder into a pumpkin head... and is currently turning Dean and Ellie into idiots-"

"We're right here," I piped up.

"Right here," Dean added.

"Is in the Turducken slammer at Biggerson's," Bobby finished.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"It's in the meat."

"If I wasn't so chilled out right now, I would puke," Dean said.

"Same," I agreed.

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While Dean and I stayed behind to sleep off our Turducken induced drugs, Sam and Bobby took Zep and Maddie to stake out Biggerson's. It wasn't the ideal situation, and if they could have left the kids behind, they would have, but with Dean and I in the state we were in, they decided it was better for them to keep an eye on them. If I wasn't so stoned, I would have protested having my babies anywhere near where they could get hurt.

When we woke up a couple hours later, we each had several cups of coffee while Dean called Sam and put it on speaker so I could hear.

"Hey, so what's going on?" he asked.

"Well, we were right," Sam replied. "It is the Leviathans. Hold on, I'm gonna patch Bobby in."

"He's not with you?" I asked.

"I left him in the car with Maddie and Zep while I checked out this warehouse we're at," he explained.

"Anything?" Bobby's voice sounded through the speaker a moment later.

"No, there's nothing happening back here at all," Sam informed him.

"Yeah, okay, Sam. Well, they're pretty dug in, so why don't you finish circling and head on back?"

"Right."

Sam disconnected from the call, leaving just us and Bobby.

"How are you two doing?" he asked.

"Well, I think the slammer's pretty much worn off," Dean replied. "In between that and the 20 cups of coffee, I'm nicely tensed and alarmed."

"How're the kids?" I cut in.

"They're fine. And that's not what I meant, Dean."

"Oh, Bobby, don't- don't go all Sigmund Freud on us right now, okay? We just got drugged by a sandwich."

"I want to talk about your new party line."

Something told me I wasn't part of this conversation any more.

"Party? What are you talking about? I don't even vote," Dean sidestepped the topic.

"'The world's a suicide case. We save it, it just steals more pills'?" Bobby asked.

"Bobby, I'm here, okay? I'm on the case, even if Ellie and I are back here temporarily. What's the problem?"

"I've seen a lot of hunters live and die. You're starting to talk like one of the dead ones, Dean."

I shifted uncomfortably, worrying about what questions Maddie would be asking after hearing this conversation. I just hoped she wasn't hearing both sides of the conversation.

"No, I'm talking the way a person talks when they've had it, when they can't figure out why they used to think all this mattered."

"Oh, you poor, sorry... you're not a person."

"Thanks," Dean bit out sarcastically.

"Come on, now. You tried to hang it up and be a person with Ellie and Maddie. And now you are both here with a mean old coot and a van full of guns. That ain't person behavior, son. You're a hunter, meaning you're whatever the job you're doing today. Now, you get a case of the Anne Sextons, something's gonna come up behind you and rip your fool head off. Now, you find your reasons to get back in the game. I don't care if it's love or spite or a ten-dollar bet. I've been to enough funerals. I mean it. You die before me, I'll kill you."

There was a noise in the background like a door opening and closing and then Sam's muffled voice said something to Bobby.

"We'll have to call you back. Got something."

Bobby hung up before either of us could respond.