Concerning Monsters
"What was that," a freaked out little girl in a German hospital asked.
A few falsely-pregnant moments later, her brain injured daddy responded.
"D'mon... M'nst'r..."
"Monster?"
"Mmm." He thought for a long moment, struggling to remember things. "Ee-.. Ee...freet..." His forehead knotted in extreme hardship, before his eyes lit up, and he slammed his hand down on his bed frame. "Jinn!"
Sora took her time coming up with a response, mostly because she was trying to adjust to the surprised of myths being real. Dean was lucky; he didn't feel like concentrating for awhile.
Sam burst in.
"Dean! What..." He noticed Sora, and got confused. "Who are you?"
"I'm Sora!"
"Sh's y'r niece..."
"My niece... Dean, what on earth? You're a wounded marine, you... adopted a little Arab girl?"
Sora nodded anxiously. Sam gave a hard laugh, shaking his head in shame. Then he knelt, and shook her hand.
"Hello, Sora, I'm your Uncle Sam."