Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

003. BYE BYE MARY

Nathan shoots up in bed, breathing heavily. He looks around, reassuring himself he's in his room. He quietly gets up and trudges to the kitchen, stopping when he sees the light on.

He slowly walks closer, peeking into the kitchen, only to find Ophelia sitting at the table, a half drunk glass of strawberry milk in front of her.

"Hey." Nathan mumbles.

Ophelia jumps up, looking around, relaxing when she notices.

"Hi." She mumbles back.

"What are-- what are you doing awake?" Nathan asks.

"Oh, um... I haven't really been sleeping well. You know, just... they're out there. You know, the-- the British douchebags. It just-- them planning to kill me is just, you know, is kind of messing with my head."

"Right. Right, yeah, I get that. You know none of us are gonna let them hurt you, though, right?" Nathan asks, sitting across from her.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I just-- what if you guys aren't around?" Ophelia considers.

"Well, then, from now on, we'll make sure at least one of us are always with you." Nathan says. Ophelia slightly smiles before clearing her throat and changing the subject.

"Why are you awake?" She asks.

"Oh. Um... I was just... I was up late and, uh, watching movies." Nathan says.

"Lying." Ophelia states.

Nathan humorlessly chuckles, picking at his nails.

"Yeah, I... I kind of really hate that." Nathan tells her.

"I get that a lot." Ophelia says making him quietly laugh.

"I just... I had a nightmare. About... about the British douchebags. Just-- you getting shot. And then... then them torturing me. I just... I haven't been through anything like that before, you know? I-- it's not super easy to get over."

"But, you know, you guys have a lot more experience with torture, you probably think I'm a freaking wimp, I--"

"No. No. Hell, no. That's-- it's not something to easily get over. You're not a wimp. You're having a normal reaction to a terrifying event." Ophelia states.

"Good to know, I guess." Nathan mumbles.

"Want some strawberry milk?" Ophelia asks, pushing the glass to him.

Nathan picks up the glass and takes a drink.

"I still prefer chocolate." Nathan says.

"How dare you." Ophelia gasps as Nathan laughs.

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The next morning, the brothers, girls, and Nathan are sitting at the table and are finishing up breakfast. After their talk last night, Nathan and Ophelia both went back to his room and managed to fall asleep to a movie.

"All right, so what have you found on her majesty's secret suckbags?" Dean asks.

"Well, I may have turned the bunker upside down looking for any reference whatsoever to the British Men of Letters, and all I found was this letter tucked into an old ledger, uh, from the London Chapterhouse." Sam says.

"Okay, well, that's something." Dean says.

"Yeah, uh... not so much." Sam says. He shows the letter, most of it being blacked out.

"Awesome." Dean mutters. He notices Cas walk in. "Morning, sunshine. Some coffee?"

"No, thank you. I have to go." Cas states, walking away, and the brothers follow him. After a few moments, the brothers walk back in.