As the door opened, Dean awoke and slipped a hand under his pillow for a weapon. He glanced at Ophelia to see her fast asleep, periodically fidgeting, and angled his body in front of hers.
He turned to see Sam entering, carrying coffee and pastries.
"Morning, sunshine," Sam greeted, kicking at Ophelia's bed, causing her to wake with a grumble.
"What time is it?" Dean asked groggily.
"Uh, it's about 4:45."
"In the morning?"
"Yep."
Ophelia yawned and sat up as she asked, "Sammy, you get any sleep?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours."
"Liar," Dean said. "'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman informercial."
"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV."
"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal."
"Yeah, it is."
"Look, I appreciate your concern-"
"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass and Ophelia's alive, so we need you sharp."
Ophelia looked at Sam. "Be honest, are you still having nightmares about Jess?"
Sam crossed the room, sat on the other bed, handed a coffee to Dean and Ophelia. "Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you."
"You can't let it," Dean told him. "You can't bring it home like that."
"So, what? All this it... never keeps you two up at night?"
Ophelia frowned. "Hard to tell from the fun dreams and the nightmares."
Dean stared at her. "What sort of fun dreams?"
She met his eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know."
"Yeah, I would."
"Too bad."
Sam looked at his brother. "Never? You're never afraid?"
"No, not really," Dean replied, frowning at Ophelia.
Sam reached under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and held it up as evidence.
Dean took the knife back. "That's not fear. That is precaution."
"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue. I'm not even gonna question Ophelia's magic sword."
Dean's phone rang and he answered. "Hello?"
"Dean, it's uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back."
"Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?"
"No. No. Thank God, no. But it's something else, and... uh, I think it could be a lot worse."
"What is it?"
"Can we talk in person?"
Dean eyed Sam and Ophelia and they eyed him back.
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The Impala drove down the road and eventually, they reached the hangar.
Jerry greeted the brothers and the demigoddess. "Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out."
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Choose to Chance
Mistério / SuspenseOphelia Kostas had been battling monsters since she was a child. She took it upon herself to become a hunter, fighting both her monsters and generic ones alike. A green-eyed man is told to find her, but when he does, their first meeting doesn't go...
