Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

026. GHOST HOUSE

"So... what does whipped mean exactly? Why is Nathan whipped?" Jack asks, him and the three teenagers sitting in the library.

"I am not whipped!" Nathan argues.

"He'd do anything Ophi asks him to do. "Nathan, can you get a soda?" "Nathan, play with my hair." "Nathan, shut up." Whatever she says, he does it." Libby explains.

"Are you gonna stop this?" Nathan looks at his girlfriend who is biting her lip to contain her amused grin.

"I'm actually hungry, can you go make me a peanut butter and jelly?" Ophelia asks.

"Yeah, sur--" Nathan starts to get up, but stops. He looks between the three. Ophelia is smiling, Jack has his eyebrows raised in observation and curiosity, and Libby has a smug smirk on her face.

"No." Nathan sits back down. "No. You're seventeen. You can make your own food. Your boyfriend doesn't need to do it. I'm not making you a sandwich."

Ophelia's shoulders slump, a frown covering her face, her eyes losing their sparkle. She glumly looks down, Nathan's heart cracking.

"You're both evil." Nathan tells the girls, getting up and going to the kitchen to make his girlfriend her sandwich. Ophelia and Libby laugh, Nathan able to hear the evil tone, the two girls high fiving.

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Ophelia is packing her stuff while Nathan sits on her bed.

"Why can't I go?" Nathan asks.

"Because Sam said it was a brothers and their daughters hunt. Whatever the hell that means, I don't know. But you're not going." Ophelia says.

"So Jack's not going either?" Nathan asks.

"Nope. You two get to hang out. Well, once he's done with Sam's fantasy movies." Ophelia says.

"I have to hang out with Jack?" Nathan asks.

"It'll be fine. Maybe you can show him Narnia." Ophelia shrugs.

"I wanna stay with you, though." Nathan whines.

"You'll live." Ophelia promises. "I'll text you and I'll call you and I will see you either tomorrow or the next day."

"Fine." Nathan grumbles, a pout on his face.

"Play nice, please." Ophelia tells him. "I don't wanna come home and find you dead." She says, cupping his face as she stands in front of him.

"What if you find him dead?" Nathan asks, looking up at her.

"An angel blade doesn't kill him and you can't do what him or I can do. How am I gonna find him dead?" Ophelia asks.

"I... I could figure something out." Nathan says.

"Uh-huh. Sure." Ophelia leans down and places a long kiss to his lips. "I love you, honeybun."

"Don't go, hot stuff." Nathan pleads, wrapping his arms around her waist making her giggle.

"Be back before you know it." She says, giving him another kiss. "Promise."

"Uninjured?" He asks.

"Hopefully... but definitely alive." Ophelia says.

"Good." He mutters, pecking her lips.

She pats his cheeks before getting her bag and escaping his grasp.

"I love you." Nathan says as she goes for the door.

"Love you." She calls back.

"Damn it." Nathan sighs, flopping back onto Ophelia's bed.