'You know it's been pretty quiet out there for a while. Do you think it's safe to go outside yet?' Olivia asked the room.
'It's probably fine. Let me go look.' Dean walked to the door. He pulled the large beam away and unlocked the deadbolt. The door was heavy and he pulled it open slowly. Outside the sun was beginning to shine through. He looked around the yard, it was a mess. There were trees down and debris all over the place. Directly in front of him he saw a muffler. He felt a sense of dread, fearing this was all that was left of his car. He inspected it closer and realized it wasn't actually his muffler. 'Thank God.' He sighed.
'Oh, God.' Olivia moaned behind them. 'That's mine isn't it?' She said walking up to the crunched car part.
'Well it's not my muffler. But you know it could be any car.' He said trying to be positive about it. Sam walked outside to inspect the damage with the other two. They all walked around trying to asses the situation. A few hundred yards away Dean saw the back seat of a blue Ford. He turned to look at Olivia who was staring at it behind him. 'Is that?'
'That's her.' She sighed. 'Great.'
'Hey Guys!' Sam shouted from the front of the house. 'Your not going to believe this.' Dean and Olivia rushed to see what Sam was shouting about. Right where they had parked it was Dean's Black Chevy. The car glistened in the sunlight, it looked exactly the way it did when they left it. It was in perfect condition, not even a scratch.
'It can't be.' Dean laughed. 'My God, doesn't she look beautiful.' He put his arms across the roof of the car and kissed it.'
'It's not possible. Dean look!' Sam pointed to the back seat of the car. There on the back seat was a small black lab smiling at them.
'No way!' Olivia yelled.
'Wait a minute, how the hell did he get in there?' Dean scratched his head looking at the dog inside.
'It's a miracle!' She cried out. Sam opened the car door and the dog bounded out and into Olivia's arms. She squeezed the dog and kissed him repeatedly on the head. 'I don't understand.' She looked up at Dean and Sam. 'How can this be?'
'I honestly don't know.' Sam shook his head. 'Either way it's pretty amazing.'
'It sure is.' Dean sighed and crouched down to the dog. 'Hey you.' Dean greeted the dog, scratching his head. The dog leaned into Dean's touch. 'You would not believe what physical and emotional pain I had to endure over you running off.' He spoke to the dog.
'Oh, get over it already.' Olivia shook her head at Dean. She scratched the dogs belly. 'Bowie, my sweet boy. Don't ever run away like that again. I thought I had lost you forever.'
'Well all and all this ended really well.' Sam sighed.
'Yeah, except for my car.'
'Right. Well, where are you headed next? We can give you a ride in town.' Dean offered.
'Dean, wait.' Sam protested.
'No, no that's okay. I'll just walk into town tomorrow or something. You know figure out my next move from there.'
'That's a stupid idea.' Dean shook his head at her.
'Excuse me.'
'I said that's a stupid idea. Let us give you a ride.'
'I don't want a ride.'
'Where is your next stop?' He asked.
'It doesn't matter, it can be anywhere. I have a list of places all over the country so, wherever I end up next there is where I need to be.'
'You don't have a plan or anything.' He questioned her.
'I have enough money from the last few books that I can take my time with this one, so no technically I don't have a solid plan.'
'Well, we can't just leave you stranded here.'
'I'm not stranded. And, I can take care of myself, but thank you.'
'Yeah Dean, why don't you leave her alone.'
'How far is it to town?'
'It's walk able.' She answered him.
'Hey, Dean.' Sam interrupted their conversation. 'Can I talk to you for a minute.'
'Not right now Sam.'
'Dean. Seriously.'
'Your starting to get on my nerves Sam.'
'The feeling is mutual.' He shook his head. 'Now will you come over here for a minute.'
'You should probably go talk to him.' She suggested to Dean.
'Yeah, okay. But I'm not done with this conversation.' Dean walked over to his brother with an exasperated expression. 'What is it Sam?' The two brothers walked to the other side of the house. 'What do you want?'
'You realize she can't come with us Dean.'
'It's just a ride into town Sam. It's fine.'
'It's not fine. We have to get to Tulsa at some point in case you forgot there is some major supernatural activity going on there.'
'I'm aware of that Sam. I was the one who figured it out. We have plenty of time anyway.'
'Really? Plenty of time?'
'Yes. Plenty of time. What's wrong with you Sam?'
'Wasn't it you who almost got us killed in a tornado because you were so crazy about staying on schedule?'
'Did we die? No. everything is fine. I'm just saying this day is pretty much ruined. Why don't we just take it easy and we will head out in a little while.'
'I can't believe you are this crazy over a girl.'
'This isn't because of the girl.'
'I don't know. It seems to me you are aren't using your brain to think about this one Dean.'
'Okay, listen in case you forgot I've been doing this job longer than you have. I know what goes along with it. Keeping a low profile is integral. I'm not going to screw that up and tell this girl what were really doing on the road so just drop it.'
'Okay good.'
'And stop talking to me like I'm the little brother here, Sammy.'
'Fine. I think we should get going though.'
'Whatever you want.' Dean turned to walk away from his brother.
'Okay why don't you just say goodbye to her. And who knows maybe we'll see her at some other point on the road.'
'No we won't.' Dean shot his brother a cold look. He began walking away. On the other side of the yard where he and Olivia had been talking was now desolate. She wasn't anywhere in the yard. She wasn't standing next to the car anymore. He walked to the back of the house to see if she was back by the cellar door but she had vanished. His heart began beating faster, he didn't want that to be it. He wanted to at least say goodbye. 'Olivia.' He yelled out. He went back to the front of the house where Sam was loading their belongings back into the trunk of the car. He ran up the few stairs to the front porch. He saw Olivia inside pouring herself a cup of coffee. He pulled open the door. 'Olivia?'
'What?' She looked up at him with surprise.
'I thought you left.'
'Not yet. I told you I was going to head in town tomorrow.' The dog was laying in the corner chewing on a dog bone.
'Well, I guess we are leaving now.'
'Okay. Be safe out there.'
'I will.' He walked closer to her.
'Don't let any old grannies try and swindle you on antiques.'
'I won't.' He inched closer and closer to her. He watched her long fingers as they wrapped around the old ceramic coffee cup. She put the cup up to her lips and sipped it. He watched her mouth open slightly sipping the warm liquid.
'Maybe I'll see you again some day. You know, passing by.' She said forcing out a smile.
'Maybe.' Deans heart was beating even faster, he felt his chest tighten as he inched closer to Olivia. She put the coffee cup down and stared back at him.' Dean?'
'Yes.'
'Thank you. You know, for saving my life.'
'Hey, it's no problem.' He tried to be casual about it.
'I mean it. And, I'm sorry I punched you in the face.'
'No, your not.' He smiled at her, now inches away from him.'
'I am, kind of.'
'Your a bad liar.' His hand reached to hers, and he pulled her in one swift motion towards him. She stared back at him with wide eyes. Neither of them said anything. His other hand moved slowly up her back and cradled her head. She gripped his waist tightly between her fingers. Dean, moved his face towards her and kissed her deeply. The electrical charge he had felt in her fingers was even more intense on her lips. She wrapped her arms tightly around Dean's back pulling at his skin. He struggled to catch his breath as he kissed her deeper. He opened his eyes momentarily to look at her face. She pulled back from him and gasped for air.
'Dean.' She pleaded.
'What?' He asked pulling her toward him once more. They again kissed with more intensity than either had ever felt. He felt like he couldn't control his actions around her. Everything about her made him feel alive.
'Excuse me' Sam cleared his throat trying to interrupt the two. Dean continued to kiss Olivia hoping that Sam would just go away. He felt Olivia pull back from him slightly. 'Dean. Seriously.' Sam's voice got louder. Dean pulled back hearing his brother call his name again.
'What is it Sam?' He answered with exasperation. He turned around to see Olivia's smile. He smiled quickly back at her, causing her to blush and direct her eyes to the floor.
'We have a problem.'
'What is it now?'
'The car. It won't start.'
'Well, that's that.' Dean sighed throwing a rag onto the ground. 'I can't figure out what's wrong with it but it's definitely not going anywhere today.'
'You think something happened during the storm?' Sam asked as he continued to look in the engine.
'I'm telling you Sam, it looks fine. There is no logical explanation as to why it won't start.' Dean shook his head.
'Boys?' Dale approached them. 'I just called my cousin Carl, he runs the local auto body shop. He can have it towed in town first thing in the morning.'
'That's really nice.' Dean smiled. 'Thanks Dale.'
'It's no problem really.'
'Thanks a lot Dale.' Sam replied.
'I'm not sure where I'm going to put you boys for the night. We only have the one couch, that Olivia has been staying on. I suppose I can set up some blankets and pillows for you on the floor if you don't mind.'
'That won't be necessary, we can sleep in the car. We've done it before.' Dean offered.
'Nonsense. Let me get you some blankets to set up.'
'Only if it's not an inconvenience.' Sam said.
'No, it's nice to have a full house. We don't get too many visitors around here and well, you both seem like nice young men.'
'Are you sure about that?' Olivia remarked looking at Dean.
'Thanks.'
'I'm kidding.' She laughed.
'Well, thank you Dale.'
'Sure. Sam will you help me inside?' Dale asked him.
'Absolutely.' He looked over to his brother.
'I'll be inside in a few minutes Sam.'
'Okay.' He looked into his brother eyes skeptically.
'Thanks Sam.' Dean said trying to dismiss his brother. He waited for Dale and Sam to walk back into the house. He took a deep breath and leaned back against the hood of the car. His mind continued to drift back to the kiss he shared with Olivia earlier.
'Well Dean, I hope they can figure out what's wrong with it at the shop.' Olivia said, looking into the engine of the car.
'I hope so.' Dean said pulling out a flask of whiskey from his back pocket. 'I love this car, but whenever anything goes wrong with it always ends up costing me an arm and a leg.' He took a large sip of the flask. He offered the drink to Olivia.
'Thanks.' She smiled taking a big sip. She let out a relived sigh. 'That's what I needed.'
'Yeah?' He smiled at her taking another big sip. 'You're a whiskey drinking kind of girl.'
'It's not a boys only drink you know.' She took the bottle from Dean again. Her lips pressed up against the metal he watched her intently.
'I know that.'
'Are you sure?' She took another sip.
'So, how did you become this whiskey drinking, badass traveling writer?' Dean began. 'What did you read On the Road one too many times?'
'That's funny you say that DEAN.' She smiled acknowledging Dean's name as a character from the same story.
'Ha-ha.' Dean shook his head. 'Seriously though.'
'Well, I actually started writing when I was really young. Probably around nine or ten. I would sit in my attic and write stories. It's always been an escape for me.'
'Did the travel bug bite you later?'
'Well, I never really wanted to travel. Now that I'm on the road It's normal, but it's not what I intended to do. I originally went out for the first time when I was 18. I was just going to go to California. But once I got there I decided I didn't want to stay, and I had no reason to go home so I kept driving. I started writing about all the weird things you find while traveling. I found a publisher who wanted to publish my books and.. here I am.'
'You went out alone, At 18?' He asked incredulously.
'Yeah, I didn't have much of a home life. My parents died when I was really young. I bounced around from family members houses, to foster homes. So, once I was old enough to leave I just did it.'
'So do you really like being on the road all the time?'
'I don't know, it's like anything else. You like it but you long for something else, something different.'
'Yeah. I know what you mean.'
'I have to like it, so I keep moving.'
'Why do you have to like it? Can't you settle somewhere if you want to?'
'It's more complicated than that. You know, just cause I've been on my own for so long.'
'Yeah, I suppose.' Dean felt like Olivia was hiding something from him. He studied her eyes, but she quickly looked away and back to the bottle in her hand. 'What about you? How long have you and your brother been antique dealers?'
'For as long as I can remember. We've spent most of our lives on the road as well.'
'I thought you grew up in Maine.'
'That's just where were from. As boys we traveled around the country with our dad. You see our mom died when we were young too. Dad didn't really want to stay put after that so he took us with us wherever he went.'
'You must have be close with him.'
'Yeah we were.'
'I'm sorry Dean.'
'Thanks.' He attempted to smile back at her. 'It's weird. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I think that he's still alive.' He shook the bottle upside down.
'That's tough. Luckily my parents have been gone for so long it's almost like I never had them.'
'That's awful.'
'Yeah. I guess it is.' She laughed nervously. 'Why don't we talk about something else.' She eyed the flask in Dean's hand. 'Do you have anymore of that?'
'I do but it's in the trunk.'
'Well let's get it.' She walked away from him towards the trunk. He followed her close behind watching her as she walked.
'I can't get it right now.' He informed her remembering the arsenal of weapons he had in the trunk.
'Why not?'
'I just don't want you to see how messy the trunk is.' He lowered his eyes and moved in closer to her. Her hair smelled of citrus.
'You're such a liar.' She scoffed.
'Maybe.' He gently pressed her body against the car. She stared back at him with intensity. Dean took a step closer to her pressing his body into hers and wrapping his arms around her. She pulled his neck towards her and began kissing him. He closed his eyes tightly feeling her velvet tongue press into his skin. He panted hard feeling the electricity flow throughout his body until he couldn't take it anymore. He picked her up and placed her on the hood of the trunk. He kissed her lips deeply and openly. His hands moved up and down her body slowly. 'Goddamn it.' He moaned. 'Get in the car.'
'Is that an order?' She taunted him.
'Yes.'
'Alright then.' She pushed him off her and slid down the hood. She didn't speak but kept eye contact with him. Her hands reached out for the door handle and she opened the door to the backseat. She climbed in and laid down. Dean felt nervous as he prepared to climb in the car with her. Her chest heaved up and down in anticipation. He ducked into the back seat pulling the door closed with one hand. He leaned down to her and kissed her lips.
The car shook violently and Olivia bolted up straight. She turned around to look at Dean who laid on the seat behind her. He looked at her puzzled.
'What the hell is that?' She asked. Dean sat up slightly to see a large belt attached to the front of the car.
'Oh.' He laughed and laid his head back onto the seat. 'They're towing the car.' He shook his head. 'Wait, they're towing the car. We have to get out.'
'We can't.' She protested pushing him backwards. 'I'm not wearing any clothes.' She pointed to Deans leather jacket that was draped over her.
'Oh right. Neither am I.' They both laughed as the front of the car lifted up. 'We'll figure it out when we get to the station.'
'God, I'm so tired.' She turned around to face Dean. He pulled on his pants.
'Yeah, sorry the backseat isn't that comfortable. Especially with two people.'
'No, I was actually pretty comfortable, and it was actually nice not to sleep alone. I just, kept waking up.'
'Bad dreams?' He asked
'Always.' She sighed. 'I've had them for as long as I can remember. I thought that I'd outgrow nightmares but apparently that's not the case.'
'What did you dream about last night?'
'I don't know. Stupid stuff.'
'Tell me.'
'I don't want to.' Her face flushed red in her cheeks.
'Nah, don't be embarrassed. Sam has nightmares all the time. I'm used to it.'
'They're pretty strange.' She pulled her dress over her head and tied her hair back in a ponytail.
'Okay fine, I'll tell you about my dreams, last week I had this dream I was on the Jerry Springer show. And this guy, well I think he was a guy...'
'Dean.' She stopped him.
'Yeah?'
'That's not helping.'
'Sorry.'
'Okay. I'll tell you. I dreamt about this woman.'
'Yeah?' Dean smiled.
'Not that kind of a dream, pervert.'
'She's a witch. She's awful, she's always following me.' She shuddered and moved away from Dean. 'Sorry. I hate it.'
'That's okay. At least it's over now right?'
'Well, sort of.'
"But it's just a dream.'
'Well, the witch that I dream about, she's a real person.'
'What do you mean?' Dean studied her face for sarcasm. She seemed to genuinely believe what she was talking about.
'Forget it. I don't want to tell you anymore. Your going to think I'm crazy.'
'I promise I won't.' He reached out to her and squeezed her hand. 'Really.'
'Are you sure.'
'Yes I'm sure.'
'Fine. I'll tell you only because after today I won't ever see you again.' Dean shook his head at her.
'Okay, go ahead then.' He sighed.
'Well, you see before my Dad met my Mom he was married to another woman.'
'Scandalous.' He chuckled.
'Can you not?' She gave him a scolding look.
'Sorry, continue.'
'She was an evil woman, she practiced black magic. My dad didn't know it at the time, but she had put a spell on him to make him fall in love with her. After a few weeks they were married. A few years into their marriage my Dad saw my Mom walking by a lake. He fell instantly in love with her.'
'Okay.'
'This broke her spell over him. My dad had realized that all this time he felt nothing for the woman. He didn't know what to do, he loved my mother instantly. Everywhere he went he saw my mother. It got too hard for him, so one day he told the witch they couldn't be married anymore. Six months later he married my mother. A few months after that my mom became pregnant. They kept it a secret from everyone until one day the witch ran into them and she saw my mom's big belly. The witch was never able to have children with my father and this infuriated her. She put a curse on the unborn baby so intense that my mother went into early labor, and it almost killed her, and me.'
'That's awful.'
'She was angry that I hadn't died as she planned. So, a few days later she went into the hospital. And while my mother was sleeping and she put a curse on me, laying one thumb on my shoulder.'
'Weird.' He looked at her shoulder and saw a dark scar.
'Yeah. She vowed that I would spend my life alone. That anyone who got close to me would suffer a terrible fate.'
'Wait, how often do you have this dream?'
'No, that's not the dream that's the back story. That's what really happened.'
'Wait, your dad married a witch, like in real life?'
'I know it's unbelievable. I knew you would think I'm crazy.'
'I don't.'
'When I told you I was cursed, I wasn't kidding.'
'You really think your cursed?'
'Absolutely. The pattern is two years, pretty much without exception. Anyone who gets near me suffers. My parents died before my second birthday. Carbon monoxide poisoning, that for some reason didn't affect me. My aunt, took me in after that, gone two years later. Car accident. Foster parents dead in two years. Teachers or mentors of any kind I took a liking to, dead in two years. Anyone who gets too close to me, shows love for me dies. Bowie's the only one that's been with me for more than two years. When he got out that day I just assumed it was time.'
'But he didn't die. You know maybe it's all a coincidence. Or maybe the curse is broken.'
'I don't think so.' She shook her head. 'I don't want to talk about this anymore it's embarrassing. Your really sweet not to make fun of me for it but I'm done talking.'
'Well, then I have to tell you something too. It might make you feel better.'
'What is it?'
'We can help you.'
'Who? You and Sam? Are you guys sleep experts too? You want to get rid of my nightmares?'
'We can find her. Olivia, this is what we do.' Dean couldn't believe what he was telling her. His mouth seemed to move independently of his common sense.
'Find who, the witch? You're making fun of me.' She shook her head in disbelief. 'That's not funny. I knew I shouldn't tell you.'
'I'm not making fun of you I swear.'
'Okay then how are you and Sam the antique dealers going to help remove an evil witches curse?'
'Well for starters, were not really antique dealers.'
'I fucking knew it.' She shook her head at Dean. 'In the basement, Sam had to lie for you. I can't believe he picked antique dealers.'
'Yeah, yeah. Your amazing, you know everything. Listen what we are is.' He took a deep breath, he was about to reveal his secret for the first time in his life. Up until this point the only people who knew the truth about what he did were his father, brother and himself.' Olivia, were hunters.'
'Hunters?'
'Yes, but we don't hunt animals. We hunt...supernatural things. Spirits, evil, demons that kind of thing. We've been doing it for years. Well, I've been doing it longer than Sam. He took some time off to go to college.'
'You know what, you could have just not said anything.' She glared back at him. 'This is why I usually stay away from people.' She grabbed at the rest of her clothing off the car floor.
'Hold on.' Dean grabbed the pieces of material out of her hand. 'I'm not kidding you.' He gripped her hands in his.
'Did you felt that? ' He asked her.
'Feel what?' She glared back at him.
'When I touch you it feels...'
'Like electricity?'
'Exactly.' He pulled his hands away. 'Listen maybe we were supposto meet you. So we could help you. Sam and I have a whole arsenal of information about these kinds of things, we can find out more about her, track her and kill her. Then the curse will be broken. You can live your life like a normal person.'
'That sounds wonderful and all but I really don't know.'
'About what?'
'You and your brother hunting evil spirits?' She shook her head.
'What? So, you believe in witches and curses but don't believe in demons and ghosts?'
'I'm not saying that. I just don't know if this kind of thing can work for me.'
'Why not?'
'What if we can't find her. What if I go along with the two of you and two years goes by and we never find her. You could be putting yourself in serious danger here.'
'I promise you. I will find her.' He leaned closer to her face. 'I've tracked and killed more dangerous sprits then some ugly witch with a broken heart.'
'She's not ugly.' Olivia shook her head. 'She's actually quite breathtaking. Trust me I see her almost every night, but she is pure evil.'
'Either way. We're going to find her. And were going to kill her.' He smiled confident in his statement. The car stopped short. Dean pulled his shirt over his head and reached for the door handle. 'You stay here. I've got to call my brother.'
'Wait a minute! Can we talk about this?' She yelled after him, but he was already out of ear shot. He ran by a stunned tow truck driver and burst into the auto body shop.
'Hi, can I use your phone?'
'Pay phone around back.' The man looked at him suspiciously. 'You know your only wearing one sock. And isn't that a girls sweatshirt?'
'Uh...' Dean looked down at his body. He must have put on Olivia's zip up sweat shirt on by mistake. The teeth of the zipper were beginning to break open. 'Costume party.' He ran over to the pay phone and put a quarter in. He dialed his brothers cell phone.
'Hello?'
'Sam, it's Dean.'
'Dean. Where are you?'
'I'm at the auto body shop.'
'How did you get there?'
'Long story. I have to talk to you about Olivia.'
'Olivia right, what happened to Olivia last night? I noticed she never did sleep on the couch. Come to think of it you never came inside to sleep on the floor either.'
'Yeah, yeah. That's not what this is about. Well, not really.'
'Whatever, it's not my business your a grown man.'
'Thank you.'
'You can do what you want as long as you realize as soon as the car is fixed were gone.'
'Okay, remember how Olivia said yesterday that she was cursed?'
'Yeah, I guess.'
'Well, it wasn't just a figure of speech. She really believes she is cursed, by a witch.'
'Are you making this up so she can come along.'
'No, I swear. She says the witch haunts her dreams. She told me the story about how when she was still in her mothers womb the witch cursed her. That anyone who cares for her only lives for two years and then dies some tragic death.'
'Great. So you want her to come with us. Do you have a death wish?'
'No, we can help her. Sam you know we've hunted things like this before. This is a job. We can hunt the witch, kill her and break the curse.'
'I don't know Dean.' He sighed audibly. 'Wait, did you already tell her all of this? What we do? Please tell me your discussing this with me before you discussed it with her.'
'Sam, she already believes in supernatural beings.'
'Damn it Dean.'
'I had to Sam.'
'I don't believe you. You know this girl one day, sleep with her and then decide to tell her everything. You don't know her. She could be anyone.'
'Don't be so upset.'
'I knew this was going to happen. This is just so unlike you Dean. If I didn't know better I would think you loved this girl.'
'Sam. Stop it.' He didn't want to think about that.
'What?'
'I didn't plan for this to happen, you've got to realize that. I have this feeling...'
'No, I get it.' Sam softened thinking about a time when he was once in love.
'Dean?' Olivia's voice interrupted his train of thought.
'Olivia?' He turned around with a start. 'What's going on?' His voice was nervous. His eyes watched her to see if he could find any evidence that she had heard what he said about her.
'I was just coming over to let you know the mechanic wants to talk to you.'
'What about?'
'Nice sweatshirt.' She laughed at his appearance.
'Yeah. I'll buy you a new one, sorry.' He pulled at the clothing to try and stretch it out. 'What did the mechanic want?'
'He wants to know what you thought was wrong with the car.'
'Didn't you tell him? We tried to start it yesterday but nothing, it wouldn't turn over.'
'It's running fine Dean.' She interrupted him.
'No, that's not possible.' He shook his head. 'There's no way.'
'Look for yourself.' She pointed to the car. A large man sat in the drivers seat with his hand out the window. He revved the engine loudly. Deans eyes widened in surprise.
'Hold on a second.' He turned back away from Olivia towards the pay phone. 'Sam, the car is running fine.'
'He fixed it? That was quick.' Dean stared at the car in disbelief.
'No, he just started it up.'
'You mean he didn't do any work on it at all. There's no way that's possible we looked at that car for hours.' Sam protested.
'Well, I'm looking at it right now and it's running fine.'
'That's so weird.'
'Yeah, maybe a little too weird. Listen Sam, we should get out of here before something else happens. This is the plan were going to come pick you up at the house. Then, we head to Tulsa as planned. After that we will begin investigating Olivia's case.'
'I still don't think this is a good Idea Dean.'
'I know you don't but can you just do this one favor for me?'
'I don't know. What if this is a trap?'
'A trap?'
'What if she's a witch? Ever think of that.'
'No.'
'Well maybe it's something you should consider.'
'No. She's no witch Sam. End of discussion.'
'You're impossible.'
'I never ask you for anything Sam. My whole life it's been me looking out for other people. Making sure that you're safe, having Dad's back.'
'Fine. Fine. If this is important to you. '
'It is.'
'Alright.' He sighed with anxiety. 'I'll be ready then.'
'Okay. Thanks a lot Sammy, I'll see you shortly.'
'Bye.' Dean walked over to the car that was still running. He turned to the mechanic. 'Well, I don't know what to say. What do I owe you, for the tow and everything?'
'Don't worry about it. My brother told me you were friends so there is no charge.'
'Thanks a lot man.' He shook the mechanics hand. 'Well, we should get going.'
'Okay. Have a good trip.'
'Thanks a lot.' Dean turned to Olivia who had a look of apprehension on her face. 'Hop in.'
'Dean, I'm not going with you.' She stood still staring at Dean' eyes.
'What?' He shook his head.' Are you kidding?' The expression on his face dropped and he felt his heart beat quicker.
'No, I'm not kidding. I really like you, and in a perfect world we could go off on some adventure together but it just can't be.'
'This is ridiculous.' Dean tried to shrug off his feelings of disappointment. 'You can't leave now.'
'I have to. I travel alone. That's just the way it is.'
'But, It doesn't have to be that way.'
'I don't think you understand the situation I'm in here.'
'I do understand, and I told you we can do something about it. There is no reason you just have to give up, just resign yourself to having a shitty life.'
'Well, it's my shitty life and I'll do with it what I want.'
'I thought you had more sense than that.'
'Apparently I don't.' She looked to the backseat. 'Well, I think I've got everything out of your car. It was really nice meeting you. I want you to know that.'
'Olivia. Don't.' He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. 'Don't make me do this.' He sighed. 'Listen, I have real feelings for you. Your more than just some girl.'
'I know that, and that's what I'm worried about. As soon as someone starts getting close to me they are doomed. I can't be responsible for one more death. I'm doing you a favor here.'
'You're not doing me a favor. You're just chickening out.'
'You know what, fuck you Dean.' She shook her head in disgust. 'You don't have any idea what your talking about.'
'I think I do. I'm not the kind of person who gets involved. I face some of the most frightening things you could ever imagine in my day to day life. But when it comes to real relationships I've always been afraid.'
'It's not the same thing. I'm not some emotionally stunted person who's afraid of commitment cause they don't want to get hurt. I'm afraid to get involved with people because they die.'
'What about the dog?'
'What about him?'
'You say that everyone dies within two years of meeting you. But you've been with the dog longer than that. You thought that was the end, that his two years were up. But there he was after the storm safe and sound in my car. You think that was just some coincidence?