i know the end, supernatural [ 3 ]

007. uncomfortable dinner

Ophelia takes the sandwich and strawberry milk Jacob made for her, the man leaving after double checking she's okay. He would stay, but the twins had been fighting so he has to go diffuse the tension. Nathan is asleep in Ophelia's room, having stayed up all night, almost too afraid to let her go.

Ophelia walks out of the kitchen and goes to the war room. She goes to sit down at the map table, but looks into the library and sees Sam researching.

After a moment of thinking, she goes to the stairs. Her eyes drift towards the faint blood stain on the floor, her movements halting.

Sam looks up when he feels the presence of another person, stopping when he sees where Ophelia is staring.

"Oph?" Sam calls, snapping her out of her trance. "Hey." He softly says.

"Hey." She smiles, walking towards the table he's at. Sam watches her, trying to hide his concerned look, even if he knows she'll feel it. "You just researching?"

"Yeah." Sam says.

"You want some company?" Ophelia asks.

"Anytime." Sam offers her a small, comforting smile. Ophelia weakly smiles back and sits across from him. She bites into her sandwich.

"How, um... how are you doing?" Sam asks, fidgeting a bit.

"I'm okay." She says, taking another bite of the food.

"Okay." Sam nods. "You, uh... you wanna talk about--"

"Nope." She shakes her head.

"Right. Yeah, no, no, un-understandable." Sam nods. "Not trying to force anything out of you. Just... checking in."

"I know. I just... don't wanna talk about anything yet." Ophelia says.

"I get that." Sam says. "But, uh... whenever you do... you know, if-- if you don't wanna go to Jacob or Nate, you have me. Or Lissy, Billy. One of the girls."

"I know. Thanks." She gently smiles.

"Anything for my favorite niece." Sam says.

"I'm telling Briar you said that." Ophelia says.

"No." His eyes widen. "No, please, don't. She'll set my hair on fire." Ophelia giggles.

~ ~ ~

"Did you catch us a case?" Dean asks, walking into the library.

Ophelia has finished her food and moved to sit next to her uncle, making random conversation while he researches.

"Uh, no. Get this. Some dude took a picture of a weasel riding a flying woodpecker. Midair. It's kinda nuts." Sam says.

Ophelia leans over to look, Sam moving the laptop so she can see better.

"Cool." She mumbles.

"So, I'm guessing there's nothing on the Amara meter either." Dean says, sitting down.

"Uh, no. I'm starting to think that God's psycho sister has gone to ground. What about you, you hear from Cas?" Sam asks.

"No. He said he was working on something to draw her out, but... it's been radio silent since he was here." Dean says.

"Yeah. All this quiet's starting to wake me up." Sam says. Dean pulls some takeout food of the bag and puts it on the table, an excited look on his face as he puts the tray down. He pushes the wrapper down to reveal the burger with a donut on top.

"What the hell is that?" Sam asks.

"That? That's the Elvis." Dean states.

"Elvis?" Sam asks.