Comfort Crowd Δ SPN [ 1 ]

073. STOWAWAY

Sam is still locked in Bobby's panic room, much to everybody's dismay. Libby tried to go down there one time just wanting to talk to him, but Dean caught her and now they make sure the basement door is locked so the girls can't get down there.

Ophelia does her best to cheer Libby up, though all her efforts seem to fail. Ophelia usually drags Libby outside since they're able to hear Sam's screams inside the house. There's even been a couple nights where they fell asleep in the Impala.

Libby refuses to talk to Dean, only offering him glares or sometimes she'll whisper something to Ophelia for the older girl to tell Dean.

Ophelia is tired of everything, wishing her uncle would get better, her father would be less rude, and her cousin would be happier. But she knows none of that is happening.

Dean and Bobby get back up from the basement, having had to chain Sam to the cot since they found him flying across the room. Neither man notices the girls at the kitchen table.

"I'm gonna ask one more time. Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?" Bobby asks.

"Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there. The demon blood is killing him." Dean states.

"No, it isn't. We are." Bobby states.

"What?" Dean asks.

"I'm sorry. I can't bite my tongue any longer. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This could turkey thing isn't working. If-- if he doesn't get what he needs soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer."

"Daddy's dying?" Libby asks, a frown on her face. She mostly looks at Bobby, but her gaze does flicker to Dean a few times.

"Libby, sweet pea--" Bobby starts. Libby's eyes become watery and the girl runs outside. "Damn it." He whispers.

Dean closes his eyes, rubbing his hand over his face.

Ophelia leaves to find her cousin, finding her just on the porch steps. Ophelia shuts the door before kneeling in front of the crying girl.

"Don't listen to them, Libs. I'm sure Uncle Sammy will be fine. He's been through a lot. He wouldn't be knocked down that easily. And he wouldn't leave you again." Ophelia tries to comfort her.

"No! They're killing him!" Libby sobs. Ophelia looks at her cousin sympathetically, wishing she could take her pain away. She hates that she can't. Libby's only six, she doesn't need to be going through all of this.

Ophelia sits next to Libby and pulls her into a tight hug, resting her head against Libby's.

"It'll be okay." Ophelia quietly says, rubbing Libby's back. "You'll see. It'll be okay."

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Ophelia looks at Libby's asleep figure, the girl snug under the blankets. Ophelia gently brushes some hair out of Libby's face before quietly making her way downstairs.

Ophelia doesn't find her father or Bobby. She looks around, finding the basement door open. Ophelia quietly creeps to the door, standing at the top of the stairs.

"How did she even touch the door?" She hears Dean ask.

"You think she's got the mojo?" Bobby asks.

"I didn't think so. I don't know, man." Dean sighs.

"What difference does it make? How he got gone ain't as important as where he got gone to." Bobby says.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing. At this point I hope he's with Ruby." Dean says.

"Why?" Bobby asks.

"Cause killing her's the next big thing on my to do list." Dean says.

"I thought you were on call for angel duty."