someone to stay, supernatural [ 1 ]

042. angels

Sam walks into the motel room where the others are. Dean is lying on one of the beds and using the Magic Fingers. Natalie and Ophelia are sitting at the table and making bracelets and Libby is sitting on Natalie's lap, her aunt letting her try to help.

"Hey." Sam calls, trying to get Dean's attention.

"Hi, Uncle Sammy." Ophelia smiles.

"Hey, Ophi." He smiles, kissing her on top of the head.

"Daddy!" Libby reaches for him.

"Hey, baby." He takes her from Natalie, holding her on his hip. "Making bracelets?"

"Yep. You officially probably never have to do it again." Natalie says.

"Oh, about time." Sam dramatically sighs in relief. "Too many crafts in my tween and teen years."

"You loved it." Natalie insists.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." Sam says.

"He's... well, he's not lying. But he did enjoy it." Ophelia says and Natalie grins at Sam.

"Oph... filter." Sam says. She just shrugs, going back to her bracelet. Sam walks over to Dean's bed and hits his brother's foot. "Hey!"

"Hey." Dean takes his headphones off. "Man, you gotta try this. I mean, there really is magic in the Magic Fingers." Dean says.

"You have major issues." Natalie says.

"Dean, you're enjoying that way too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable. Especially since our daughters are in the same room." Sam says.

"Yeah, and your little sister." Natalie adds.

"What am I supposed to do? I mean, you've got me on lockdown here, I'm bored out of my skull." Dean complains.

"Hey, you were the bank robber on the eleven o'clock news, not me. We can't risk you just walking into a government facility." Sam says and Dean hums. Sam waves a dismissive hand, walking into the bathroom. Dean's bed stops and he looks over at the Magic Fingers, frowning.

"Aw, damnit! That was my last quarter. Hey, you got any quarters?" Dean asks his brother, getting up and walking to the doorframe of the bathroom where Sam is washing his face and Libby is sitting on the counter.

"No." Sam answers.

"Natty?" Dean asks.

"No." She tells him.

"So, did you get in to see that crazy hooker?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy." Sam says.

"But she seriously believes that she was... touched by an angel?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace." Sam says, picking Libby back up.

"Oh yeah, you're right, sounds completely sane. What about the dude she stabbed?" Dean asks.

"Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil."

"Was he?"

"I don't know. I mean, I couldn't find any dirt on him. I mean, he didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, had lots of friends. He was a churchgoer."

"Hm. So then Gloria's just your standard issue wacko. I mean, she wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion. Know what I mean?"

"No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. Little bit off, don't ya think?"

"Well, little odd, yes. Supernatural, maybe. But angels? I don't think so."