Running Up That Hill Δ SPN [2]

044. IMAGINARY FRIEND

Dean and Nathan walk into the kitchen tiredly, all waking up from noise. They find Sam standing in a weird stance and his one hand seems to be holding air.

"This can't be happening." Sam says.

"Dude. Who you talking to?" Dean asks.

"Him." Sam says, nodding in front of him.

"Are you having a stroke? Do you smell toast?" Dean asks.

"Dude, what happened to the table?" Nathan asks, noticing all of the junk food on it.

"What is all of this crap? When did you start eating this stuff? Is that marshmallows on nachos?" Dean asks. Nathan goes to the table and takes a marshmallow nacho.

"Yo, this is actually really good." Nathan says, his mouth full.

"What the hell is going on?" Ophelia yawns, walking in. She stops short when she spots Sam holding the man by his shirt, and she sees his rainbow suspenders.

"Sully?" Ophelia asks.

"Hey, Ophi." Sully waves.

"Wait, you-- you know him?" Sam asks and his niece nods.

"Know who?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, no, I-- are you two okay?" Nathan asks, his mouth still full of junk food.

"I haven't had those since I was four." Ophelia says, looking at the marshmallow nachos and walking over to them.

"This wasn't me." Sam tells Dean.

"It was me." Sully finally appears to Dean and Nathan.

Nathan's jaw drops, a few chip crumbs falling out.

"Dude. Gross." Ophelia smacks his chest. He realizes what she means and closes his mouth, chewing the rest of the food.

"And those are delicious." Sully points to the marshmallow nachos that the teens are eating.

"Wait a second. You two can see him?" Sam asks.

"Uh-huh." Dean answers.

"Yep." Nathan nods.

"Dean, this is, um... I think this is... Sully, my friend when I was a kid." Sam says.

"You mean Mork from Ork here is your dumbass imaginary friend, Sully?" Dean asks and Sam nods. "And Ophi, your-- your imaginary friend... I--I thought it was a girl."

"She was. Briar. But she was-- she was friends with Sully." Ophelia says, sitting down.

"Uh-- friends?" Dean asks.

"Um, I'm not dumb or ass." Sully argues.

"I'm gonna get my gun." Dean says, turning to leave.

"No, please--" Sully walks closer, stopping when Dean turns and gets in a karate position. "Someone killed my friend."

"You mean your imaginary imaginary friend?" Dean asks.

"First off, "imaginary friend" is more of a descriptive term. How you just said it? That was a little... offensive, to be honest." Sully says.

"Yeah, he's known for that." Ophelia says, sticking another sweet in her mouth.

Nathan holds out a cheese puff in offering to Ophelia. The girl's face immediately scrunches up in disgust, shaking her head.

"What?" Nathan gasps, looking at her in disbelief.

"Those are disgusting." Ophelia says. Nathan dramatically puts his hand over his heart.