this is me trying, spn [ 3 ]

044. sibling hunting trip

"So... what does whipped mean exactly? Why is Nathan whipped?" Jack asks.

"Because Ophelia blinks at him and he's prepped to do whatever, whenever. Even if it would humiliate him." Daphne says.

"I am not whipped!" Nathan argues. "And, you know what? I have boundaries, okay? I-I mean, it's not like I'd go swimming in a sewer if she told me to."

"Well, let's say she lost her favorite ring in the sewer. She asks you to go find it. What are you doing?" Daphne asks.

"I-- well, I-I mean, it's her favorite thing." Nathan quietly says.

"Whipped." Daphne states.

"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 Daphne is quietly laughing.

"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 and she frowns, her eyes losing their sparkle. She glumly looks down, Nathan's heart cracking.

"You're evil." Nathan sneers, getting up and going to the kitchen to make his girlfriend her sandwich.

"Love you, honeybun!" Ophelia calls out.

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"Hey." Sam greets Dean as the twins walk into the kitchen.

"Hey." Dean nods.

"PB&J for breakfast? Strong work." Sam says.

"Yep."

"You want a beer with that?"

"I'm cool."

"Come on, live a little. Here." Sam gives Dean a beer. Dean and Natalie share a weird look.

"What's going on with you?" Dean asks.

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

"Since when are you so pro-beer?" Natalie questions.

"I'm not anti-beer." Sam says.

"You're anti-beer for breakfast. Are you trying to feed into his alcoholic tendencies?" Natalie questions.

"I-- okay, anyway, check this out." Sam changes the subject. "I think I found something." He puts the iPad on the counter. "Three days ago, kid named Shawn Raider was found wandering the side of the road near Grand Junction, Colorado, bleeding from the head. Best friend was missing. And get this -- only word he said? "Monster.""

"Okay. Well, that sounds like something." Dean says.

"Yeah. So I thought we'd check it out, the three of us." Sam says.

"Just the three of us?" Natalie asks and Sam nods.

"What about Jack?" Dean asks.

"He's, uh, he's catching up on all of my old fantasy DVDs -- Red Sonja, Beastmaster, uh, Beastmaster II -- you know, with the time traveling ferrets." Sam says.

"Wow. How you ever got laid, I'll never know." Dean says.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam says.

"I'm sorry, did you just agree to-- to a sex joke at your expense?" Natalie asks. Sam shrugs.