Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

028. RETURN OF THE KETCH

Sam and the three teenagers are outside of the police station, in town for a case. Dean is inside and Sam is on his tablet.

"Yeah, Jody. No, I mean, we don't know what's going on." Dean tells her over the phone as he leaves the station. "We just know that they're all witches. Yeah. All right. Will do. Thanks." He hangs up.

"All right, check this out .This is the surveillance footage of the last victim before she was kidnapped and killed." Sam says, showing Dean the screen. Libby stands in front of Dean so she can look, Ophelia and Nathan leaning in between the brothers. "She turned down an alley and that's when she got grabbed.

"Wait, stop. Stop, stop." Dean says as Sam goes through the video. "There. Blow that up." Dean orders and Sam does so. Ophelia's blood runs cold at the man's face on the screen.

"No. Is that..." Sam trails off.

"Ketch." Dean says. "How is that possible?"

"It's not possible. That--that can't be Ketch." Sam says.

"Oph emptied a whole round of bullets into him. One clean through the head." Dean says.

"Exactly. So that can't be Ketch." Sam says.

"What? Are you kidding me? You think I forget the face of the guy who tried to kill me? Twice? Who killed my daughter? And he's 30 feet away from the girl who got tortured and murdered. I say case solved." Dean says.

"Say it is Ketch, which I still don't understand. Why-- why is he--"

"That-- that can't be him." Ophelia shakes her head. "He-he's dead. I killed him." She can feel her breathing pick up, the others quickly noticing her panic.

"Oph?" Dean cautiously calls.

"Okay, um... I think that's enough research for the day." Nathan puts his hands on Ophelia's arms, gently dragging her away. "Come on. We're gonna sit down."

"I don't want people to see me." Ophelia quietly says, feeling the tears in her eyes build up.

"They won't. They won't." Nathan goes to the side of the building and slowly helps Ophelia sit down on the ground. "Just focus on your breathing."

"I-I can't." Ophelia says.

"Okay, okay. Hey, I'm right here." Nathan says. He grabs her hands, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. "Okay... tell me five things you can see."

"I-I can't--"

"Yes, you can. Name five things you can see, Lia." Nathan encourages.

"Um... tr-trees. The road. That-- that pole. You. Um... bushes." Ophelia lists.

"Good, good. Good. Give me four things you can feel." Nathan says.

"Your hands. Th-the wall. The ground." Nathan can tell she's struggling to come up with a fourth thing so moves her hand and places it over his chest, the girl able to feel his heartbeat thump against his chest. "Your heartbeat."

"Good. Three things you can hear." Nathan tells her.

"My bracelets." She looks down at the few bracelets on her wrist. "People talking and sirens."

"Great. Two things you can smell."

"Grass and your cologne."

"One thing you can taste."

"My chapstick." Ophelia notes, licking her lips.

"Great. You did great. You okay now?" Nathan asks, letting go of one of her hands to push some hair behind her ear.