OPHELIA!¹, spn sister + dean x fem!oc

1.2 || haley

it's been a while. hi. haha (:

chapter five. 

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1.2 || haley
Alternatively known as: Wendigo.

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❛ Older brothers are mean. ❜
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"WANNA DRIVE FOR A WHILE?"

Sam Winchester had just jolted up from another nightmare, and for a second, he thought that maybe, just maybe he was still dreaming. 

Ophelia's surprised sputtering cough made him realise that he was, indeed, awake. 

He let out a surprised chuckle, looking at his brother incredulously, "Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that." 

Dean rolled his eyes, his nonchalance masking his concern as he looked back at the road ahead, "Just thought you might want to, never mind." 

"Look, man, you're worried about me. I get it—"

"Dude, I'm worried about you, and that's saying something." Ophelia spoke from where she was laying in the back seat, a white hoodie with a large imprint of a cartoon cat, Chi, on it, keeping herself occupied by fiddling with her cast. "Clearly, you do not get it." 

"I get it," he spoke, looking at her pointedly, "and thank you. But I'm perfectly fine." 

"I suppose your definition of perfectly fine is insanely different from mine." Ophelia sat up, wincing as she put slight pressure on her injured wrist. 

"And what'd that be?" 

"Well, for starters, when you're getting decent sleep at night and not waking up in the middle of what I'd assume to be an amazing nap in a moving car with pure horror written on your face, I'd start believing that you're fine."

"Alright, thanks, Dr. Freud." Sam pulled up a map, snorting to himself at Ophelia's disheveled hair, to which she let out an offended whine. "Where are we, anyway?" 

"We are just outside of Grand Junction." Dean lowered the volume of the music just by a little bit. Sam sighed, analysing the map for the millionth time as he shook his head, "Y'know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon." 

"Sam, we dug around there for a week and came up with nothing." Dean sounded like a broken record, repeating the same thing over and over. He'd tried to be sympathetic, empathetic, but that really wasn't his zone, more of Ophelia's. He still tried to be sensitive, "If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica —"

"— We gotta find dad first, yeah I know." Sam ran a hand through his hair.

Dean continued, "Dad disappearing and this thing showing up after twenty years, it's no coincidence. Dad will have answers — he'll know what to do." 

Sam noticed how quiet Ophelia went at the mention of their father. He ignore it for the time being, "It's weird, man. These co-ordinates he left us, Blackwater Ridge — there's nothing there. It just. . .woods."

Sam looked out on the road, a frown creasing his face as he continued thinking out loud, "Why is he sending us in the middle of nowhere?" 

"Because the-middle-of-nowhere is an excellent place for stupid scary creatures to hide? Christ, it's like you've never watched the Ring. Didn't Sadako live in some well in some isolated woods?" 

Sam and Dean shared a look, Sam being concerned and Dean being amused, and even interested. It was Sam who asked, "Phea. . .how do you know about the Ring?"