Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

014. WEREWOLF CLAIRE

The three teens are sitting at the map table when the brothers return from a hunt. Having been tired from the previous back to back hunts, all three children opted out to go on this one.

"Cas, what's up?" Dean asks, having the phone on speaker.

"Hey, I think I have a lead on Kelly Kline." Cas states.

"Yeah?" Dean asks.

"She's with Dagon, Prince of Hell." Cas states.

"All right, what do we know about him?" Sam asks.

"Actually, it's a her. And not much. It's just rumors and stories. Dagon is mostly known for her psychotic savagery." Cas explains.

"Great. So where's Kelly?" Sam asks.

"Well, she was in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Now, I'm not sure." Cas says.

"All right, well, we'll spread the word. Let us know if you find anything." Dean says.

"Of course." Cas hangs up.

"He sound weird to you?" Dean asks as Sam's phone buzzes. "Mm, is that your computer talking to you again?"

"What?" Ophelia asks.

"He's got a fancy computer thing that talks." Dean says.

"Computers... computers don't talk." Ophelia says.

"Uh... no." Sam answers Dean's question. "It's, uh... Mick Davies."

"What?" Dean asks.

Sam glances at the three teens who are all giving him mixed reactions, but none of them are good. He notices the look of betrayal in Ophelia's eyes making him feel guiltier.

"Dean... I don't have a computer program feeding me cases. I-I, uh... Gwen. Every job we've worked in the last two weeks. They've come from the British Men of Letters." Ophelia says.

"Really?" Dean asks.

"Are you joking?" Ophelia asks.

"Yeah. I didn't tell you cause I know how much you guys hate them." Sam says.

"For good reason." Ophelia states.

"No, we hate them. All of us. Together." Dean corrects.

"I-I get that. Yeah, I do. But-- but... Dean, because of Mick and his guys, the alpha vampire is dead. They get results. I don't like them either, but-but if-- if we can save people, then it..." Sam sighs. "Either way, I-I shouldn't have lied to any of you. And... I'm sorry. I-I..."

"Well, okay." Dean says.

"Okay?" Sam and Ophelia question.

"What do you want me to say? Do I like it? No. Do I trust them? Hell, no. But you're right. We work with people we don't trust all the time. I mean, hell, I just Liam Neeson'd it up with Crowley. So if you wanna give this a shot, then... fine." Dean says.

Ophelia rolls her eyes, getting up, the chair she was in rolling backward.

"Sweetheart--" Dean starts.

"No." She says, walking away.

"Ophi, I'm sorry." Sam says. She stops, forcing the tears back in her eyes before turning to her uncle, his guilty puppy dog eyes staring back at her.

Ophelia glances at a chair which flies in Sam's direction, the man ducking just in time to not get hit. The chair crashes into the wall.

"I'll let you figure out if you think that's forgiving you or not." Ophelia says, the tears returning to her eyes. She turns away, walking out of the room.