Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

013. BUNKER DAYS

Dean walks into Ophelia's room, stopping when he sees Nathan asleep on her bed and Ophelia is sitting at her desk, watching a movie on Netflix with her headphones on.

Dean walks over, tapping Ophelia on the shoulder, making her jump. She relaxes when she sees Dean and takes her headphones off.

"Sorry." He says. "What's, uh... what is this?" Dean asks, pointing between her and the sleeping boy.

"Oh. Um... well, we were watching a movie and he fell asleep. I didn't wanna wake him up." Ophelia says.

"Hey, I don't mind." Dean says.

"Dad, no." She chides.

"Look, we got a case in Des Moines, so, uh, wake Sleeping Beauty up and get your stuff." Dean says.

"Um... maybe we could stay here." Ophelia suggests.

"Why?" Dean asks.

"I just... I don't really feel like hunting. And he's not gonna tag along if I'm not there. And this will also probably make Libby stay." Ophelia says.

"You don't want to hunt?" Dean asks.

"Mm-hmm." She nods.

"Okay, I'm not psychic, but even I can tell you're lying." Dean says.

"Okay, look, I-- don't tell him I told you, but Nathan... he's not ready yet. He just-- he's not scared, but he's still... processing. Working through it." Ophelia says.

"Well, work faster. We're hunters, it's kind of part of the job." Dean says.

"Dad, come on. You never made me jump back into hunting after almost dying -- or actually dying." Ophelia says.

"Why is that sentence so normal?" Dean mutters.

"Look, he-he isn't getting a lot of sleep. I don't wanna push him. He gets tense when I mention hunting." Ophelia says.

"Oph--"

"You wake him up or make fun of him, I will control your four wheeled baby and I will crash that thing right into a wall."

"You wouldn't." Dean narrows his eyes.

"Try me." Ophelia innocently grins.

They stare at each other, Dean not underestimating her and knowing she would actually do it.

"All right, all right. Fine. But Libby is staying to chaperone." Dean says making Ophelia rolls her eyes.

"Right. Okay." She says.

"No touching." Dean orders.

"Sure." Ophelia nods, both able to hear the clear sarcasm.

"I mean it."

"Uh-huh."

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Nathan and Ophelia are sitting across from each other and sharing a piece of pie. Libby walks in, eyes brightening at the dessert.

Libby goes to grab a crumb, Ophelia smacking her hand away.

"Hey." Libby whines.

"Get your own piece." Ophelia says.

"How come you share with him and not me?" Libby asks.

"I like him more." Ophelia states.

Libby sticks her tongue out at Ophelia who reciprocates the action.

"Libs, there's more pie on the counter. Wouldn't you prefer a whole piece to yourself anyway?" Nathan asks.

Libby shrugs and walks to the counter, seeing the box of pie. She looks through the plastic cover, smirking as an idea pops in her head.