AN: Well okay. So I'm not really one to make people sit in suspense forever when I've got the next part of the story already figured out. So here's the second chapter! By the way, I rated this T but it does have a few strong swears every once in a while; I didn't want to rate it M just for that. I don't own anything but my OC. Oh, and I used the transcript from the episode Let It Bleed as reference for some of the dialogue.

Olive was comatose, thin and pale, lying in her bed in the hospital Dean and Sam had dropped her off at. Her breathing was shallow, her heartbeat irregular. The doctor feared she wouldn't last another night in her condition. The drugs she'd taken had been the last straw for her already frail system, and the inexplicable hypothermia shut down whatever the drugs had missed. The nurses who checked in on her whispered together, lamenting the loss of someone so young. They only wished she had some family they could get in touch with to be with her in her final moments, but her license had proved to be a fake one since no one named Olive Miranda Thompson had ever been born.

In another part of the country, Dean and Sam summoned the angel Balthazar to help them find Lisa and Ben, who had been kidnapped by Crowley's demons to get the brothers off his tail while he found a way to open a door to Purgatory. All thoughts of the strange, half-frozen girl on the highway who'd known their names had been pressed from their minds as they focused on rescuing two of the most important people in Dean's life. Balthazar eventually helped the boys and zapped them to the warehouse where Lisa and Ben were being held. Despite Sam being knocked out and locked up, Dean managed to rescue the two, though not before the demon within Lisa stabbed her.

Reunited with his brother, Dean rushed Lisa to the nearest hospital, hoping against hope that the doctors there could keep her from dying. The doctors did their best to save her, but it wasn't enough and they said she had a day, at most. Dean was heartbroken, and he sat at her side as the light of dawn filtered in through the window.

In the other hospital, Olive flatlined. Nurses and doctors rushed around, trying to resuscitate her but failing each time. Then she vanished. One moment she was there, and the next she was gone. For a while, the medical staff in her room stood in stunned silence. Then a switch seemed to flip, and they all went about their normal business, as if Olive had never been there. It was a strange occurrence to say the least, but when questioned about it later, the staff would remember nothing of Olive or the brothers that delivered her to the hospital.

Olive's eyes flew open as she sat up. She looked around, confused. She was in a hospital room, the light of midday streaming in through the window in the far wall. How had she gotten there? The last thing she remembered was going to the back room of the bar to get high. She'd had the strangest dream: she'd been flying, and then she met Sam and Dean Winchester. She smiled. There must have been an episode on while she was high. Then she frowned. But why was she in a hospital now? Had she taken too much? Her eyes widened at the thought of having almost overdosed and she got out of bed to look for a doctor for answers.

She left her room and looked up and down the halls. The hospital seemed fairly busy and she didn't see any doctors, so she walked down one hall, unsure where she was going. Then something began tugging at her, leading her a certain way, and she followed the urging down halls and around corners. Gradually she noticed the sound of voices. Not just the background voices of the hospital staff and patients and families but the voices of two people she knew. She followed the voices and the tugging to a room. As she walked in, she noticed a woman lying in the hospital bed, and two men standing on either side of her. The one in a tan trenchcoat laid his hand on her forehead and said, "She's fine now. She'll wake soon. Dean, I said I'm sorry and I meant it."

"Thank you," Dean said. "I wish this changed anything."

"I know. So do I. All else aside, I just wanted to fix what I could." Castiel turned to leave and that's when the two of them realized they were being watched. For a moment Olive could only stand in silence as the two men looked at her, and then Dean spoke.

"What the hell?" he said. "You're that girl we almost hit the other day."

"Dean," Castiel started, but Olive didn't hear what else he said because at that moment time seemed to slow down and she realized what scene this was. That was Lisa in the bed, having almost died because a demon had jumped her ass as security reasons on Crowley's orders. And Castiel was working with Crowley to open a door to Purgatory so that he could take all the souls and defeat Raphael. He had been keeping it a secret since he'd pulled Sam out of hell, and in the process of doing that he had spied on and betrayed the Winchesters, and now was part of the reason that Lisa was hurt. It had been years since she'd last seen this episode, but Olive suddenly felt all the raw emotion, all the pity and frustration and especially rage focused at Castiel, rise up again.

She clenched her fists, drew herself up to all five feet and three inches, and marched over to the angel, drawing her arm back to punch him in the face. In her head she was saying, this is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt, because what could one small human like her do against an angel? Even Dean and Sam winced when they punched Castiel. But she was determined, and so before either man could react, her fist swung through the air and connected with Castiel's face. And the unexpected happened: the punch actually affected him. He staggered back a few steps and put a hand to his face. Olive's fist, however, felt exactly as expected: as if she'd broken every single bone in it. The pain was like millions of red-hot needles stuck into her hand at once, but she refused to give in to the pain, so she started to yell at Castiel.

"You son of a bitch!" Her voice started out low and dangerous, but as she spoke it grew in volume and pitch. "You arrogant, self-righteous, stuck-up prick!" And she swung again, this time with her other hand. As it connected she said, "You fucking team up with Crowley to open Purgatory? What the hell is wrong with you?"

At that point Dean had come around the bed and had grabbed her by the shoulders to restrain her, saying, "Hey, cool it, lady!" Castiel straightened, confusion and pain written all over his face.

Olive shook free of Dean. "I'm cool now. I'm cool." She continued to glare at Castiel, though, who tilted his head as he regarded her.

"What is your name?" he asked. "Where are you from?"

"And why'd you punch him?" Dean added.

"I'm Olive Thompson," she answered. "I'm from Winterville, Maine, but I think I've somehow left my universe and come to yours. I punched him because he betrayed you, Sam, and Bobby. And because he's a self-righteous, arrogant little son of a bitch."

"Left your universe?" Castiel narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah. You guys have already done the French Mistake, right?" The two looked blank and Olive realized her mistake. "Shit, sorry, you guys don't live by episode titles. I mean, Balthazar has already sent Dean and Sam through to a world where nothing supernatural ever happens and they had to pretend to be actors in a TV show about their life?"

"You mean-" Dean leaned in a bit. "You're from that world?"

"Bingo. You're played by Jensen Ackles, Sam's played by Jared Padalecki, and Castiel here is played by Misha Collins. I'm a huge fan."

"So if you know this scene," Castiel said. "I'm assuming you know the rest?"

"Opening Purgatory is a very, very bad idea, Castiel."

The angel took a step closer to the woman, and then his eyes widened. "You're-" he started but suddenly cut off.

"I'm what?"

"Nothing." He turned away from Olive. "I should go."

"Wait," Dean said. She nodded a bit as she realized what was coming next. "There's one more thing you could do for me."

Olive watched from down the hall as Dean spoke to Lisa and Ben for the last time. Tears filled her eyes; she'd always thought Lisa and Ben were the best things to happen to Dean in a long time. But this had to be done, for their safety more than anything. When he left the room, she followed him out of the hospital, keeping a distance behind so he could do what little talking he had to with Sam before she interrupted them. She overheard Dean telling his brother that if he ever mentioned the woman and her son again, he'd break his nose. They were about to drive off when Dean suddenly remembered Olive and looked over at the hospital. He saw her standing on the steps, watching him. Creepy, he thought. But we've dealt with creepier. So he motioned her over to the car.

She made her way to the Impala, bare feet slapping against asphalt as she came closer. Sam looked up when they didn't immediately drive off, and he craned his neck forward to see who Dean was looking at. When he saw the drugged-up girl they'd almost hit, he said, "What the hell, Dean? I thought we left her in a hospital five states over."

"Yeah, me too," Dean said. "That's why we're taking her to Bobby to figure her out."

At that moment Olive, who had heard everything they said, stopped at Dean's open window and leaned forward. "So," she said. "You guys gonna get me some clothes or what? I can't very well meet the great Bobby Singer in a hospital gown."

"Nice to meet you too,-?" Sam said.

"Olive."

"Get in," Dean said, motioning towards the back seat. "We'll swing by a store to get you dressed before heading to Bobby's."

As she opened the back door and slid in, Sam turned in his seat and asked, "How'd you know we were gonna take you to Bobby?"

"I heard you two talking about it," she answered, crossing her arms over her chest from the cool outdoors temperature. "Plus, some random girl suddenly appears in a hospital five states away from where you left her and she says she's from another universe? Definitely needs some checking out."

Sam frowned but nodded. Then he took off his coat and handed it to her. "Here, put this on until we can get you some real clothes."

"Thanks," she said, shrugging the large coat over her shoulders. It practically dwarfed her: she was able to pull her legs up on the seat, zip up the jacket, and hide her entire body inside it. And she wasn't a thin stick of a person by any means, either. "You know, I never fully appreciated just how big of a guy you are until now Sam," she said, giggling, as she retreated into her jacket-shell. Sam gave her a confused half-smile and turned back around as Dean started up the Impala and drove away from the hospital.

Fifteen minutes later, Olive was browsing through a clothing store, still wearing only her hospital gown and Sam's jacket. She managed not to attract the attention of the store's employees, certain they would kick her out if they saw her walking around barefoot. She retreated to the dressing room to pull on a pair of skinny jeans, a bright yellow v-neck, and, for laughs, a black and white plaid button-up. Then she took the tags to the counter along with two more pairs of skinny jeans, three more v-necks, a second plaid button-up, a pair of high-top Chuck Taylors, a leather jacket with a removeable hoodie attached, and a non-descript black backpack to hold it all. She swiped the credit card the Winchesters had given her and left with her new wardrobe, slipping the Chucks on as she left.

"All good?" Dean asked as she climbed into the back of the Impala.

"All good," she answered, taking the tags off her new clothes, rolling them up neatly, and stuffing them into the backpack. "Thanks for the coat, Sam," she said as she handed it back to him.

"Yeah, no problem."

"Let's get this show on the road, then." Dean turned the key in the ignition and Baby rumbled to life.

"Damn, I love that sound," Olive mumbled as she settled back into the leather seat for the long ride to Bobby's.

AN: Alright, chapter 2! I know, still lots of questions! But they will be answered eventually, I promise! Either in the next chapter or chapter 4, I swear. Until then, leave me comments/reviews or PM me if you got a question that needs answered. I'm all ears for suggestions, too, if you have something you want to see in this story.