Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

045. LIBBY AND MAGGIE

Maggie and Libby get to the cemetery at night, using their flashlights to see.

"Are you nervous? I'm nervous." Maggie says.

"We'll be fine, Mags. Relax." Libby says, smiling a little.

"Have you ever hunted without your dad? Or uncle?" Maggie asks.

"No. No, this would be the first time without a family member." Libby admits. "It took a lot of convincing, so we'll see if it happens again."

"And you're not nervous?" Maggie asks.

"Maybe a little... or a lot." Libby comments. "Kind of terrified. But, you know, we've... we got this." She assures.

"Okay." Maggie whispers, nodding.

They get to the crypt and stop outside of it. Maggie gets the camera out of her bag and starting to record.

"Hey, guys. Okay, so here we are in delightful Claremore, Oklahoma. According to the post, that's where it came from." Maggie leans out of the way to show the crypt. "Libby and I are thinking ghoul." Libby, realizing the camera is directed somewhat in her direction, holds up a peace sign. Maggie quietly chuckles.

"Anyway... here we go." Maggie says. She puts the camera on her and takes her machete out, Libby already having one out. They slowly walk into the crypt and look around. A creature charges at them, Maggie screaming.

"Maggie!"

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Dean and Sam walk into the kitchen as they talk, finding Nathan and Ophelia sitting next to each other, quietly giggling about something, their faces inches apart.

"You got any rest lately? Like at all?" Dean asks his brother. He grabs Ophelia's shirt and drags her across the bench, away from Nathan.

"Dad!" Ophelia protests.

"I would prefer to keep my breakfast down." Dean says making her roll her eyes. "Look, man, I know things are crazy right now, okay? I mean, hell, I just went toe-to-toe with my own personal horror movie icon, but we all need our beauty sleep."

"Dean, I have sixteen hunters on cases right now. Plus, letting Libby go with one of them. And that's not counting Jack and Cas in Sarasota or mom and Bobby working that rugaru in Texas."

"Okay, you know that these people survived a war, right?" Dean asks, Sam sitting down and Dean sits between the couple.

"Yeah, but a war isn't hunting. These people need, uh, lore and weapons and tips and backup, and-- look, don't worry about me, all right? I'm-I'm-- I'm good." Sam says, looking at his phone.

"Oph?" Dean looks at.

"Sleep deprived. Probably hungry. Lying. Definitely worried sick." Ophelia notes.

"What is it?" Dean asks, seeing Sam's face.

"One of the hunters, uh, missed check-in." Sam says.

"Who?" Dean asks.

"Maggie." Sam informs.

"Wait, Mag-- as in, the Maggie that Libby went with, Maggie? That Maggie?" Ophelia asks.

"Yeah." Sam nods, immediately going into his contacts. He finds his daughter's contact and clicks on it, anxiously gritting his teeth. His heart drops when he gets her voicemail.

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Sam is on his laptop and Ophelia is sitting next to him while Nathan stands behind Ophelia. Dean is pacing and trying to call Maggie while Ophelia attempts to call Libby again.