Dinner time...Jody found something in a backpack

The table was crowded, the way it always was when all five of them managed to sit down at once. Steam curled off the mashed potatoes, and Dean had already helped himself to a second scoop before Sam had even pulled out his chair.

Jody Mills

So. Alex.

Alex Jones

freezes mid-bite Yeah?

Jody Mills

I found something interesting in your backpack this morning. pulls a foil packet from her apron pocket and sets it on the table like a judge producing evidence

Dean's fork clattered against his plate. He stared at the ceiling with sudden, intense interest.

Sam Winchester

clearing his throat Maybe we should—

Jody Mills

No, Sam. I'd like to hear this.

Alex Jones

eyes wide, glancing at Claire Oh. Oh, uh. That's not—we swapped backpacks. Right, Claire?

Claire Novak

looking up from her plate, blinking What? Oh. Yeah. We swapped. That's mine. I mean—it's Y/N's. kicks Y/n under the table She asked me to keep them safe for her.

Dean took a very long drink of water. Sam busied himself buttering a roll with the precision of a surgeon.

Jody Mills

turning to Y/n, eyebrow raised Y/N?