Getting Into The Family Business

by o0obubbleso0o

My name is Olivia, and I'm going to be upfront. I lack the basic self preservation to stay the hell away from things that may want to eat me. And it's not because of a set of smoldering green eyes. Well, not JUST because of that... Pt2 in Olivia's story. M for lemons. I own only my own creations. Part One is not a required read, but it's mid season hiatus, so why not?

1. The Road So Far

The Road So Far

The last year of my life has been... Interesting, to say the least. I got cheated on, killed my first vampire, heard all the bumps in the night and proceeded to kill them, sentenced my ex boyfriend to a death worthy of the red queen, got laid for the first time in way too long... and the sad part is, this was all an improvement.

I met the Winchesters on a local hunt in my home town. They came to clear out a vampire nest that my ex happened to be a part of, and gave me the metaphorical heimlich maneuver when I bit off a little more than I could chew. We went our separate ways, until I bumped into them in Florida, months and months later. It was a shock to say the least, bumping in to them. It was even more shocking when Dean made it clear that I wouldn't be hunting on my own any more. I received my penultimate shock when I discovered Dean was into me.

It took a misunderstanding involving a half naked friend of mine, an experimental ghost ganking, and a big old dose of reality on my part, but by the time we had taken care of the ghost in Minnesota, Dean and I were... not together, exactly. I am not sure what we were. Exclusive humping partners that shot anything that tried to touch the other, but definitely not an official couple, no matter what Sam said, and... I'm rambling. I do that.

Anyways, Dean and Sam and I ganked a ghost at the Idlewilde resort in Minnesota. I used to summer there with my parents, and my old friend set us up with a cabin. We didn't have a body, so I came up with a plan to gank the son of a bitch with the help of my friend. Dean and I lured the ghost out, and she helped him cross over. She's pretty freaking awesome.

So, there you have it. My life sucked so bad monster hunting was an improvement, only partially because now I can get some regularly. Hell, things seemed to be looking up so much, I wouldn't have been surprised if Dean started to like my puppy, Ninja. (He's my 250 pound rottweiler copilot.) Of course, I'm a cynic, so I would be less surprised if everything went to hell and a handbasket. I guess all I can do is carry on, and hope for the best...