Author's Notes: Yay for starting the next part! This takes part shortly after Dean is taken off to Hell. If you have not read my first story a simple background is that Olivia is a sister to the Winchester brothers. Personally, I think reading the first part is necessary because you see how they bond and interact and you know Olivia's character. Things have gotten serious in this part of the story, so I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated!

A knock echoed through Bobby Singer's home. He sat, rather stationary, at the table in his kitchen. Whiskey bottles, most of the empty, sat clumped together on the table. Books laid out open, revealing the months' worth of research. He held a shot glass in his hand, twirling the liquid in the glass. He had consumed so much alcohol in the past seven days that it was a wonder he was still functioning properly. Though, functioning wouldn't really describe Bobby these past few days. The alcohol consumption and lack of sleep wore the poor man down. How exactly was he going to do this?

Another knock on the door echoed. Bobby sighed. Olivia was just not use to the fact that knocking and coming in was acceptable to him. "Come in!" he yelled from the table and downed the shot he had in his hand.

His eyes fell upon the Winchester sister. Her dark brown hair cut a few inches shorter since he saw her eight days ago. The shorter hair had sprung up in spirals of pretty curls. Her bright brown eyes stared at him doe-like. He always thought her outfits were a little too classy for the hunts she was involved in. Usually nice jeans with a form-fitting top and jacket were her common attire and a pair of black boots. Though she looked nicer than the boys every looked, she never complained when she got something on the outfit. Maybe she had picked that attitude up from her brothers that they were simply articles of clothing and not to be fussed over.

Her eyes fell upon the bottles of alcohol and then looked to him. He wasn't ready for that look. Heartbrokenness rimmed those bright eyes. Her voice was just a whisper when she spoke, "Bobby, what's going on?" she asked. He watched Olivia as she took a deep breath to ease her frayed nerves. "Neither of them is picking up their phones. I hear from them every week…" she shook her head in confusion to her brothers' absences. She was right. Dean made a point to contact her every week and visit when possible when she decided to stay stationary about 25 miles away from Bobby himself to hone her skills and earn a little money before continuing with her brothers on the hunts.

Bobby took a deep breath, "To be honest, I only know where one of your brothers is…" He knew exactly where Dean was, body and soul. Sam, well, he hadn't heard from Sam since they…Bobby's jaw clenched. He couldn't even think about it and he had to tell Olivia about Dean.

"One?" she said. He heard her exhale sharply. Her bottom lip quivered. She wasn't a stupid girl, she was very intelligent and Bobby could see her putting the pieces together in that sharp mind of hers. Her teeth chattered a little as she tried to speak, "Which?" she finally got out. Her lips were parted because she could no longer intake enough air through her nose. She waited for Bobby to seal her fate.

"Dean."

Bobby could feel the tears begin to bubble up like they had been. He saw Olivia lose her footing and slide down the doorway to the kitchen. "Is that why Sam won't answer his phone? Is that why he won't talk to me? What happened? When you three visited me last week, everything was fine…" her words drifted as she looked at Bobby. He drearily shook his head towards her.

"No, sweetheart, everything was far from fine." Bobby cleared his throat and told her the story of how Sam had been killed and Dean sold his soul for Sam's return. "They didn't tell you, because those boys are pigheaded. They thought they were going to beat this deal and they fought it until the clock struck midnight…."

He watched as Olivia's whole world was torn at the seams, "Sold his soul?" she whispered. "So my brother's soul is hell? Dean's suffering for an eternity….in hell?" she whispered. The tears were cascading down her cheeks. The whole reason she stayed behind her brothers was to get better. Olivia felt like a liability to Dean and Sam and now that plan had been burned in a fire.

Bobby could hardly watch as Olivia broke down. Her sobs were so hard that she could breathe. The sound she made sounded like she was almost in physical pain. The thought of her brother suffering was too much to bear. Bobby remembered watching Sam cry and maybe Olivia just put what he was feeling in better perspective. Sam became vengeful and soon tears would not suffice, which was why Bobby had not heard from the younger brother. Olivia, however, just let out the hurt and did not let it become vengeful. Instead, she felt helpless and pitiful for her brother trapped forever in hell's grasp.

Bobby had had enough of Olivia's display on the floor. He wiped away the tears that had managed to spill over and walked over to Olivia. He helped the poor girl up and got her to the couch. He sat next to her and just let her cry on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and ran his hand lightly over them. This motion wouldn't ease her, not in the slightest, but it would let her know that he wasn't leaving her.

Hours had passed and the afternoon sun had faded behind the horizon. Bobby ordered pizza, yet again, because he didn't feel like cooking and Olivia didn't either. He stood by the door waiting for the pizza to arrive while watching Olivia. She had been pacing back and forth in the same five feet stretch of carpet with her cell phone to her ear. She called nearly every phone number those boys would have, but never having an answer. She always had to leave a message for Sam, pleading for him to call her and how she knew what happened and how much she could really use him and she knew he needed her.

They ate in silence. Bobby sat watching Olivia. Olivia sat watching her cell phone, just waiting for it to ring. Bobby stood up to throw his plate away when Olivia first spoke up, "Did you burn his body?" she asked. Her voice was weary and she was clearly still battling between calm and breaking into tears again. Bobby looked up at her and shook his head, "No, Sam demanded we bury him."

Bobby was surprised by Olivia's next question. "Can I go see him?" she questioned. Seeing his grave would make it official that he was gone. However, Bobby could see the determination in her eyes to see her brother's grave. He nodded, "Yes, you can see him…"

Olivia hiked through the grasses behind Bobby until they got to a forested area. Bobby pointed ahead, "He's straight ahead. I figure you will want to talk to him alone…" Olivia nodded and took her flashlight and went straight like Bobby had told her. In a small clearing, a wooden cross sat. Olivia felt her heart pound against her rib cage, but she continued.

She kneeled down before the cross. It was highlighted in silver light from the moon. Olivia sat calmly for a few seconds before becoming frantic. She began to dig at the dirt with her bare hands. Her mind racing with how it couldn't be true that Dean was in the ground and she had to see it for herself. She frantically dug into the earth, gasping and crying. She calmed down after only a few moments, looking at her dirty hands. It was a ridiculous act and the more ridiculous she knew she was acting the more she realized there was nothing she could do to disprove that her brother's body wasn't down in the grave. The realization came crashing down and she sobbed more.

Olivia could feel the dirt sticking to her skin on her face and hands. She had laid down on the dirt and grass. Her hair stuck to her face from her cheeks being soaked with tears. "Dean…?" Her whisper carried out into the darkness. "You probably can't even hear me…" she said, shaking her head, "But maybe you can…" She sighed and sat up on the ground. Her hand ran over the ground to remove her digging marks.

"We need you….Sam, Bobby, me…" She said lightly. She paused, her lip trembled as she spoke. "I knew…I knew this was going to happen Dean and….I didn't stop it….Dean, what do I do? If this is actually happening, then Sam's going to the evil side and he won't pick up his phone so I don't even know if he is alright now. For all I know Lucifer could have taken him as a vessel already…" Olivia began choking nearly on her sobs as she spoke into the night again. "Sam won't listen to me. He will listen to you. He looks up to you. He needs you, Dean. I need you. I need you to be my rock again, because everything is falling apart and you were always the one to help fix it…."

She sat with her head inclined to look at the tree tops. "That demon said that you were on Heaven's side….Where's Heaven now!?" her voice became sharp and shrill, scaring a few birds from the tree tops.

She reached up with the sleeve of her jacket to remove the tears from her cheeks. Olivia hardly cried anymore these days. It was only because of her brothers, like when they would leave after visiting her, she would shed tears.

The youngest Winchester had crumpled to the ground again, "What am I suppose to do Dean..?" she whispered. "How am I suppose to keep going? You and Sam and Bobby are that I have left in their world…" She winced at how true it was. Again, she sat up and dusted herself off. She stood up from the grave and sighed, reaching up to wipe away the tears. She slowly walked away from the grave, but her arms stayed around her body, holding her torso. Tears still rolled down her cheeks.

Olivia walked back into Bobby's home to find the old man sprawled out on the couch. Olivia walked to the bathroom. "God…I look like hell…" she muttered as she stared into the mirror. Dirt was spread across her face while she tried to wipe away the tears. She cleaned her face and hands and ran her fingers through her hair. At least she didn't look like she had been trekking some monstrous back woods path like she did previously.

She walked back to the couch and jostled Bobby awake lightly. He snored lightly and woke himself sitting up on the couch, "Wha? What's the matter?" he asked, taking hold of Olivia's arm. "Nothing…" she said lightly. "Well then why did you wake me up? You get my bed. I changed the sheets and everything…" Olivia put her hands on hips, "Robert Singer you know damn well that I don't kick you out of your bed. Go to bed. I can sleep on the couch. It's fine…."

Bobby watched the look in her eyes and nodded, not wanting to fight with her. "Fine…lady gets the lumpy couch…" He got up with a groan and Olivia guided him forward a little. She grabbed her bag and took out a t-shirt and boxer shorts for pajamas. After she changed and did all the "before bed to-dos" she curled up on the couch with a knitted blanket. Sleep came fast since crying had taken so much energy.