Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

020. LOVE MADE ME CRAZY

Sam and Libby are in the infirmary, Sam continuing to stitch her wound up. He wasn't able to finish before they heard Nathan's scream and the girl ran out.

Libby stares blankly at the wall across from her, not even feeling the pain from the stitches.

"Finished." Sam quietly says. Libby doesn't respond, Sam silently putting everything away and lifting her shirt back up on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Bessie." He tells her, tears pricking his eyes.

"I told you so." Libby whispers. "I told you... that they were only all fun and nice until we refused to side with them. And they'd just turn around and shoot Ophi without a second thought. They stabbed you in the back. And now she's dead."

Her voice gets louder near the end, getting off the bed.

"You let them in and she's dead! He killed her! We worked with them and it came back and bit us in the ass! Just like it always does! And it cost Ophi her life!" With each sentence, Libby shoves her father back, Sam simply letting her take her emotions out on him, knowing he deserves it and that she needs it.

"She's dead! She's dead! She's dead!" Libby screeches, hitting her dad's chest repeatedly. Her face screws up as she breaks into sobs. "She's dead. I-I tried to make it be me, bu-but it didn't work. I should've died! It should've worked!"

"No." Sam sternly states, getting his daughter's attention at the calm anger in his tone. "No. It shouldn't be you. Rather you got in the way or not, Ketch would've killed her. He would shoot all of us in order to kill her... and we didn't need to lose both of you. And we wouldn't be able to survive that."

Libby chokes on a sob, tears running down her face. Her anger vanishes, completely replaced by sorrow. She reaches for Sam who steps forward, tightly pulling into a hug. He lets his tears fall into her head as Libby sobs into his chest.

"I know, baby girl. I know. I'm sorry."

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Nathan carries Ophelia's body into her room. He holds his tears back as he places her onto her bed as gently as he can. Nathan brushes some hair out of her face, his hand lightly grazing over her cheek that's colder than usual.

None of them wanted to just leave her body in the main room and cover it a sheet, knowing she deserves better than to be stuck on the cold cement floor. So Nathan brought her to her room.

Nathan grabs her desk chair and rolls it over, sitting next to her bed. He grabs her hand, wincing at her ice cold skin. He cleaned the blood off of her skin as much as he could, her hands and cheeks no longer covered in blood.

"I'm sorry, Lia." He whispers, his voice cracking. "I... I promised I wouldn't let anything happen to you. I promised that you wouldn't get hurt or-or killed. Not by them. I broke it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He sobs. "I couldn't stop him, I'm sorry."

"Kid, it's not your fault." Nathan looks up to see Dean in the doorway. "It... if it's anybody's, it's mine. I let them get close, I agreed with Sam to go on cases with them. You guys tried to warn us and we didn't listen. We're definitely sorry for that."

Nathan sniffles, tears falling as he looks back at Ophelia.

"C'mere." Dean mutters, patting Nathan's shoulder. The blonde boy stands up, Dean wrapping an arm around the Novak's shoulders, holding him tightly. Nathan grips onto Dean, sobbing into his shoulder, neither caring about their stupid little fake feud because of Nathan being Ophelia's boyfriend.

It doesn't matter now. Now, they're just a grieving father and a grieving boyfriend, both losing the most important person in their lives.

"Go." Dean tells him. Nathan looks back at Ophelia. "She'll be fine. We're no use just sitting in here with her. I'll be out there in a sec." Nathan nods and trudges out of the room, staring back at Ophelia with the most heartbroken expression Dean has ever seen on the boy.