Olivia Chapter 1.

I stumbled toward the door of the Lebanon Lounge. Fuck! I mentally screamed at myself. It was 2 am and I was drunk. Too drunk to walk home, I knew that I had to call one of my brothers to pick me up. I was screwed. I leaned up against the building, letting the concrete cool my body. My friend Matt was bartending tonight and let me in even though I was underage. Everyone had left about an hour ago. I had passed out in the nearby alley, and they probably assumed I had walked home. The bunker was only a mile and a half down the road. I reached into my back pocket and fumbled with my phone. Careful not to drop it, I cradled it in my hands and tried to focus my eyes on the screen.

Sam Winchester. You are calling Sam. Not Dean. Sam Winchester. I repeated in my head. Sammy would save me. He wouldn't be happy about it, but he would be less explosive than Dean. I found his contact. Aha! Bingo!

"Olivia where the hell are you?" Dean asked sternly. Shit! I looked down at the phone. I had definitely dialed Sam. Why was Dean answering Sam's phone?

"Oh hey Dean. Where is Sam? I just had a questioning for him real quick." I tried my best to sound sober but even I could tell that sentence made no sense. I felt something making its way to the top of my throat. Hopefully it was a burp.

"Are you drunk?" He hissed.

"Are you drunk?" I retorted. A powerful belch let itself lose and I reached my hand out to stable myself against the building. I could taste the vodka. I giggled.

"Young lady, you better answer me right now. Where are you?" Dean growled.

"Hey, be nice to me I'm drunk." I could feel the tears threatening to spill. I always got emotional when I drank too much. I was hoping that I could save the tears for when I saw my brothers and they would take pity on me. However, my plan failed. I could hear Dean sigh impatiently. Sam finally made his presence known.

"Hey Liv its Sam. We are going to come get you. Where are you?" He asked gently. I smiled. Although I was close to both my brothers, Sam and I had a special bond.

"Sammy! Can you come get me? I'm at the Lebanon Lounge. " I cupped the phone with my hand and whispered "Dean is being a dick."

I heard Sam chuckle.

"We're on the way. Sit down and don't move." Dean ordered.

Click

I did as I was told and sat down where I was. The world was suddenly spinning. I reached down and grabbed fistfuls of dirt, trying desperately to steady myself. Taking deep breaths I closed my eyes and laid down. I could feel a lump in my throat.

Don't puke. You've got this. Don't puke!

The rumble of the impala roused me from my mental pep talk.

That was fast.

The bright yellow of the headlights washed over my body. I raised my hand and waived so Sam and Dean wouldn't panic and think I was hurt. The car came to a quick halt. I heard the driver door open and then slam.

"Come on Liv, stand up." Dean's voice was stern but calmer than when we were on the phone. Sam must've talked him down. Dean was firm when he had to step away from his big brother role and fill the shoes of parent, but most of the time he was just a big softy trying to act tough. He crouched down and shook my shoulders, gently prodding me to get up. I heard the passenger door open and Sam jogging over to me.

"Stop shaking me." I murmured.

It felt as if my body was heavy and weighted down like it was full of sand. I couldn't move. I opened one eye and saw Sam and Dean squatting on either side of my body. Sam reached out towards me.

"Liv? Liv? Olivia." He lightly tapped my cheek and then cupped the side of my face in his giant hand.

"I love you Sammy." I slurred as the corners of my mouth pulled into a lopsided grin.

Sam gave a small smile and tried to get me to focus. "I love you too. Now I'm going to lift you up ok? Don't throw up on me." Suddenly my world was upside down. Sam had thrown me over his shoulder. I wrapped my hands around his waist and rested my head against his back. He walked slowly back to the car, careful not to jostle me too much. I could see the toes of Dean's boots as he strode behind Sam. I didn't dare look at his face even though I didn't have to. I could feel the glare he was giving me.

Sam lowered me into the impala and I sprawled out across the back seat, groaning with each movement.

"If you throw up in my car I swear to God." Dean warned turning slightly and sticking his finger in the air. I kissed my hand and reached up to touch the side of his face patting his cheek gently. I saw him roll his eyes before I passed out.

My head was resting on the toilet seat. I had been throwing up for the past hour or so. I looked down at my phone and saw that it was noon. My knees were aching from kneeling on the hard ground and my back was sore from being hunched over all morning. I made my way from the toilet to the floor and rested against the cool tile. I noticed I was in an over-sized Guns N Roses T-shirt and gym shorts. I didn't even want to know how I got changed out of my ratty jeans and t-shirt from last night. I shook my head trying to erase the thought of one of my brothers having to change my clothes. Hopefully I was able to do it myself. A knock startled me. Dean walked in and sat a water bottle on the floor next to me. He eyed me cautiously, obviously still upset, but not angry. He was disappointed, which was worse. I would rather have him yelling at me then be disappointed in me.

"We need to have a talk Liv." He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. "This behavior is unacceptable for a seventeen year old. You know better." He searched my face, eyebrows raised, waiting for me to respond.

I was hoping to avoid this. My plan was to have a couple drinks and then walk home. When Sam and Dean questioned where I was, I was going to tell them I was helping a friend with her English paper. I didn't mean to get drunk last night but it happened. I wanted to have a good time with my friends and forget about the demon that was haunting my dreams, but I went overboard. Now I was going to have to explain it all to my brothers. My strict, overprotective brothers.

I stared at him, not answering. I didn't have the words. He nodded. "Sam and I will be in the kitchen." He turned on his heels and left.

I sat up and drank the contents of the water bottle in one gulp. My head was pounding, but at least I was finished puking. I stood, gripping the edge of the sink, and gazed at the hot mess in the mirror. Mascara and eyeliner from the day before were running down my face, and my eyes were red and puffy from puking. A messy bun sat on the top of my head with tiny brown hairs poking out in different directions. How was I going to explain this to Sam and Dean? How was I going to tell them that I had broken my promise and started hunting again after they specifically asked me not to? How was I going to explain to them that I had failed my first semester of college and I was hunting demons? I was going to have to tell them sooner or later. Word would travel through the grapevine and they would find out. It would be better that they heard it from me. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror again.

"You can do it." I said to myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. I turned on the faucet and washed the makeup off my face. The cool water bringing me back to life. I took one last look in the mirror, squared my shoulders, and opened the bathroom door to face my fate waiting in the kitchen.