Chapter 60: It's A Mystery

"Jenna, I don't know how you do it."  Sam cries over the phone.

"What do you mean?" I whisper and sit up in bed, frowning.  Trying to figure out what is wrong now, I slip from under the covers and climb out of bed before Dean wakes up.

"Brad didn't come home and Nicolette has been crying all night.  You were right, I can't take care of her myself.  If he doesn't come home soon, I will have to pay someone to help me.  Or maybe you can?"  

I absolutely hate it when she whines.  She sounds like a little kid who is throwing a temper tantrum.  Not to mention, I already have a headache from her constant pestering.  

"Sam, I am no good with kids.  I remember my grandma had me watch one of the great grandkids when I was seventeen and that didn't turn out very well.  Of course, I think if it was my own child it would be different.  At least I hope so."

"But you have to help me.