She waited three days. When she woke up Friday morning, and they still hadn't said anything, she knew they hadn't believed her. They hadn't even gone to check if her story was true. They were never gonna believe her.

"Ophelia!" Seth shouted.

The door swung open, and feet ran down the stairs. Seth threw himself at her legs while Roman and Dean stood back.

"What?" She asked a bit scared.
"You gotta help me. He's got her. He's gonna hurt her," he said.
"Who?" She asked.
"My girlfriend Leighla," he gave her a begging look. "He's tired of waiting. He's gonna hurt her if we don't get that chip today. Please, Ophelia. Please, help me. I love her so much."

She stared in him, and then closed her own eyes. Silence fell for five long seconds.

"Fine," she opened them again. "I need a scalpel."
"What do you need that for?" Roman asked.
"Do you want it or not?" She snapped.
"Fine, fine," he held up his hands. "Guess we'll have to go shopping."
"Thank you," Seth smiled at her.

They left the basement, and she listened to the car starting up and driving away. She knew someone was left upstairs just in case she tried anything. It didn't matter. Not anymore. When she heard the car return an hour later, she got up from the mattress and sat on one of the chairs. The three men came downstairs shortly after.

"A scalpel for nurse Huffman," Dean joked.
"Hand it over," she said.
"Right!" Roman chuckled. "We're just gonna hand you a weapon."
"I couldn't kill anyone even if my own life depended on it. I became a nurse to save people. Not kill them," she said.
"You could kill yourself," Seth said.
"If I could, I already would have," she pointed under the stairs. "See that rope you left in that corner. I could have wrapped it around one of the steps and hung myself thousand of times over the last three days, but I don't have it in me to kill myself."

They looked at the rope. Clearly all three of them had forgotten all about it being in there. They knew they could have messed up on that one.

"You got guns, for crying out loud!" She rolled her eyes. "Just point a fucking gun at my arm and shoot me if I try to cut my wrist. God! Sometimes you're fucking stupid!"

Dean walked over to her, and handed her the scalpel. He took a couple of steps back and drew his gun. He kept it aimed at her arm while she moved the scalpel to the scar on her elbow. She groaned in pain as she started cutting it open.

"What the...?" Roman asked. "You hid it in your own body?"
"I'm a nurse," she sighed.

She pulled the chip out and handed it to Dean. Dean looked at Roman who pulled his phone out to call Bo.

"Yeah, we got it," Roman said. "Great. See you soon."

He hung up and looked at Dean.

"He's on his way," he said.
"Look at it," she sighed. "Please. Just look at it before he gets here. The password is madman34601."
"Maybe," Roman said.
"Let's go upstairs and wait," Seth said.
"Dean, can I get two minutes of your time?" She asked.

Dean handed Roman the chip, and Roman and Seth left the basement.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it? You saved a life," Dean said.
"Don't," she shook her head. "I know Seth doesn't have a girlfriend. None of you do. I looked into you when I started stealing information."
"Then why did you do it?" He asked.
"You're never gonna believe me. All you had to do was walk into his house yesterday and look at one room, and you couldn't even do that. I'm dead either way. Bo's on his way. Since you got the chip, and I'm still fucking breathing, I know I'm going with him. I'm going into that room that you don't believe exists," she said.

She looked up in his eyes. Tears ran freely down her cheeks. It was the first time he had seen her break down.

"I'm begging you, Dean. Shoot me. Don't give me to him," she said.
"Ophelia, look..." He started.
"No!" She stopped him. "No excuses. Just fucking kill me. Please! You said you wanted to fuck me, right? So let's do it real quick. I'll let you fuck me if you kill me afterwards."

He started chuckling, but it was a painful chuckle. A part of him was starting to believe her, or at least believing that she believed it herself. Maybe he always had. She had nothing to lose anymore. She knew she wasn't getting out. There was no point in her lying.

"Please, Dean!" She stood up. "I'll do anything you want. I'll suck your dick or fuck you however you want. Just don't let him take me. I don't wanna go through that amount of pain. I've seen what he can do. Please, don't leave me to that cruel fate."

He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She dropped the scalpel to the concrete floor. She had just given up her one chance of hurting him and making a run for it. She really was telling the truth when she said she couldn't kill anyone even if her own life depended on it.

"Ssh," he shushed her. "I lied. I don't just wanna fuck you. I'd be proud to date you."
"Dean," she cried.
"Ssh, it's alright," he said.

He leaned out and caressed her face.

"Close your eyes, darling. It's alright. Everything's gonna be alright," he said.

She closed her eyes, and he leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lips. She let out a loud sob by the touch of his lips. He took a final look at her beautiful, tear stained face. She kept her eyes closed. She never saw him raise his hand and fire the gun. It was better that way. A quick bullet through her head, and she didn't feel a damn thing.

"Dean!" Roman and Dean came flying down the stairs. "What the fuck? You killed her?"
"I had to, Roman. She knew Seth was lying, and she still gave us everything. She begged me to kill her. It felt like the right thing to do," Dean said.

They walked upstairs and waited. Dean was pacing the floor for ten long minutes until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Let's look at the damn thing," he said.
"It's probably just information about his drugs and weapons," Roman said.
"I don't care. I need to know," Dean said.
"I'll do it," Seth said.

A few minutes later they were looking through the chip. All three men getting more and more frustrated in what they saw. Torture, sick experiments, crazy plans to destroy everything.

"She wasn't lying," Dean said lowly. "I should have saved her. Instead I killed her."

The sound of a car pulling up in the driveway made them all look towards the door.

"He's here," Seth said. "What do we do?"
"Do you have time to copy that chip?" Dean asked.
"In 5 seconds? Get real," Seth said.
"Shit!" Roman hissed. "Think fast. Do we let him continue, or do we stop him?"
"It fucking ends here!" Dean sneered.

The door opened, and Bo walked in with a big smile.

"Gentlemen!" He held out his arms. "Where's my girl?"
"Downstairs," Dean said.

Bo walked down the stairs first and looked at the body on the floor.

"I told you I would pick her up," he said.
"Yeah well, shit happens," Roman said.
"Shit happens? That's your best excuse?" Bo raged at Roman. "I should..."

He stopped as he felt a gun pressed into the back of his head.

"But you're not gonna," Dean said. "You're gonna join her, you piece of shit."
"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" Bo asked.
"Yeah," Dean answered. "A fucking mad man!"

He fired the gun, and Bo collapsed on the floor.

"This was not how I imagined my Friday to go," Roman said.
"Throw this piece of trash in a hole somewhere," Dean kicked Bo's legs. "Would you guys mind if I bury her in our backyard? Make something for her to remember her by?"
"It's okay," Roman nodded. "We know you always had a thing for her. We'll take care of Bo. Anything you need for her?"
"Can you buy some tulip seeds on your way back? She once said tulips were her favourite flower. I'd like to plant that on top of her," Dean said.
"Of course," Roman said.
"It's okay, Dean," Seth said.
"No, Seth, it's not," Dean sighed. "All we had to do was look inside one room yesterday, and we couldn't even do that. We failed her."