The howls of the hellhounds came from outside the house. The brunette did her best to pretend she couldn't hear them, because as far as everyone else was concerned Dean was the only one could hear them and see them. However, none of them knew what Ophelia truly was. It was sheer luck that Dean couldn't see what she was, but beings she was only part demon, she didn't have a 'real' face underneath. Her body was hers, and someone couldn't tell what she was merely from looking at her. She wasn't ready to lose her best friend. She hadn't even meant to get close to him, to any of them, but for someone who had been so deprived of care as a child, feeling like she was wanted was something that she often couldn't turn down. Regardless, she wasn't mad …show more content…
They all knew there was no way to save Dean now. Ruby made it pretty clear. Her hazel eyes shifted to Dean as he spoke, her face soft. "I'm sorry, Dean. I know you're not one for mushy goodbyes or 'chick flick' moments." Ophelia made quotation marks with her fingers. "But, I just want you to know that you are the best friend I've ever had, and I thank you for that." Her gaze fell to the floor as she spoke. Silence was interupted by the sound of glass breaking from the other room and then suddenly the growls of the hellhounds were right outside the door of the room they were in. Ophelia knew that the salt lining the door wasn't going to hold them off forever, in fact, it wasn't going to hold them very long at all. She swallowed hard, her eyes swarming the room as if it was going to tell how to fix the situation. She clutched her demon knife that she kept on the side of her jeans, considering trying to fight the hellhounds off herself, but she was distracted by the conversation between Ruby and Sam she noticed that something was different, it wasn't Ruby. "Sam, that's not Ruby." She warned without thinking. She just hoped they wouldn't question her on how she knew. It was