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Chapter two:

Olivia stared at the men surrounding her, backing away slightly. What had she just done? Had she just told hunters what she is? When Dean Winchester laughed, however, she was taken back. He had just laughed at her. Wasn't he supposed to draw a gun on her and shoot? He obviously wasn't a very good hunter then, obviously.

"Don't sweat it," He said to her. "Don't you think we would know that you're the devil's daughter? We aren't that reckless, you know."

Olivia almost blew a sigh of relief. They weren't going to kill her! "Then what do you want with me? It's obviously not to sit down and have a nice cup of coffee."

"Not to put it bluntly," Sam Winchester started, "But we are trying to persuade you to come to our side."

Olivia cocked an eyebrow. "You've known me all of two minutes. Why would you possibly want me on 'your' side? Whatever that means."

"There are sides," Dean explained. "You know, angels verses demons. We are in the middle. And we want you fighting along with us."

"You know, this is a lot of information to get in one day," Olivia said. "I don't even know you guys properly. I don't even know his name." She gestured to the older man in the room. "And him." She gestured to the angel.

"I'm Bobby," The old man with the cap said. "I'm a hunter as well."

"And I am Castiel," The other one said. "I am an angel of the lord."

"Well, you aren't the first one I've met," Olivia retorted. Dean cocked an eyebrow at her. "Let's just say its been a long day."

"Do you want to sleep? There are spare beds upstairs," Sam offered.

"Sam, she probably has a family who are worrying about her back home," Dean said to his little brother.

Olivia rolled her eyes. Yeah, her family are caring and worrying about her. "Nope. Well, yes, I do have a family, but not a very nice one. They are my adoptive family anyway. My parents died when I was real young. So I went to live with George, and then he married that god awful woman who has a daughter called Katy... You don't want to know."

Bobby cleared his throat. "So it's settled then! The girl sleeps upstairs with you boys, since there's only one room that's available right now. The other one has things in it."

"Can you guys explain to me why I'm here with four complete and total strangers?" Olivia asked.

"Later," Dean ordered her.

Olivia sighed. "Can you at least tell me if I'm going to school tomorrow or not?"

"No," Bobby answered this time. "You aren't."

"But won't that be a bit obvious? That I've been abducted?" Olivia pointed out.

Sam nodded. "The girl has a point, Bobby. Everybody will question it if she's missing."

"But won't her parents call the police?" Dean asked.

Olivia shook her head. "Probably not. For all they care, I've probably run away."

"Go get some sleep, kid," Bobby said.

Olivia nodded. "Well, ta ta for now."

Dean stared at the place where the girl was a few minutes ago, before turning to Sam, Bobby and Castiel, questions on his mind. That girl seemed completely normal. So why did this have to happen to her? She was probably fine this morning, ready for her day, and then that dickwad Zachariah showed up. That was probably a fun experience for her. Meeting angels first.

"Before you start asking any questions, it happened to her because it did," Sam said, cutting off his brother before he even spoke.

Dean nodded. "I'm hungry. Are you?"

"Dean, you are always hungry," Bobby argued with Dean. "Now, why don't you sit down and start doing some research on this girl?"

"What's there to know?" Dean asked. "Can't she just tell us?"

Sam sighed. "We need to discreet about it. So when was she born. Who's her mom. Questions like that, okay?"

"Fine," Dean sighed. "If I do that, will you go out and get some food?"

Sam nodded. "Fine. I'll bring her back a cheeseburger or something. Bobby, want anything?"

"Same," Bobby said, as he kept reading.

Castiel disappeared with a whooshing sound, obviously having more important things to deal with the three hungry humans. Dean sighed, and then looked at Sam's retreating figure, before the front door slammed, signalling that Sam and Castiel had gone.

"Angels are dicks!" Dean burst out with.

Bobby chuckled. "Amen to that."

Olivia was led down on the bed, hands clasped behind her head. She had a hundred and one questions running through her mind. They were basic questions that Dean could answer later. Olivia sighed, and turned to the right, and jumped up in surprise to see Castiel leaning casually against the wall. She had noticed that he wasn't acting like Zachariah was; pinning her up against walls, telling her to prove herself to her father. He was just standing off to the side, watching her as if it wasn't creepy. Olivia thought it was creepy.

"C-Castiel?" She asked the angel.

His head snapped up. "What do you require, Olivia?"

"Nothing," Olivia said. "I just wanted to know why you're standing there."

"Dean has told me to keep to watch you," Castiel answered. "I apologise on behalf of my brother."

"Your brother is Zachariah?" She asked.

"Yes. He can be pushy when he wants to be."

"Tell me about it."

Castiel didn't smile as he pushed himself off the wall and towards the bed next to her. Olivia noticed that he was a very stiff person, and perhaps he just needed to lighten up a little. But she didn't know anything about angels, so she was going to keep her big nose out of it. Even though her nose was quite small...

"I though you have been ordered to sleep," Castiel said, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen upon them.

Olivia nodded. "I can't sleep with all this on my mind."

"What is on your mind, Olivia? Perhaps I can be of help."

Olivia thought for a moment. Could this blue eyed angel help her with her problems? Maybe. He seemed quite smart by the way he was talking. Perhaps he could help her with the difficult, sleep depriving problems on her mind. Olivia sat up, hands resting on her knees as she sat opposite the only company she had. His blue eyes were watching her every move, as if he was actually following Dean's order seriously. He probably was, since Castiel seemed like that to her. Not really human. Well, not as human as an angel could possibly be.

Olivia didn't say anything. She had gotten herself sat up and ready to talk, yet when it came to actually talking, no words came to her mind. It always happened. When somebody asked her about her problems and if she wanted to talk about it. Then she would nod, and try to tell them with words. But it never seemed to work. Just like now. Perhaps it was because George never used to listen to her problems when she had them. Maybe that was it and now she was uncomfortable with speaking about them to everyone.

Castiel cleared his throat. "Is that a no then, Olivia?"

"I don't really, um, talk about my problems."

Castiel's face had fallen into a frown. Crap, Olivia thought to herself, did I just hurt his feelings? But Castiel didn't look like he was upset with her. He was just frowning. Olivia found herself frowning as well, as the angel looked at her.

"It does not matter. If you are not okay with talking about your problems, you do not need to."

"No, I need to. That's the problem. I can't."

Castiel looked towards the door. "Maybe you could talk to Dean or Sam about them."

Olivia thought about that idea. Why would she want to go to two complete strangers with her problems? Yet again, she was staying in a stranger's house with an angel, and three hunters. But why was she comfortable here? Shouldn't she be freaking out? And then they would have to lock her up? Obviously not, since she wasn't uncomfortable. She felt like she belonged here, in a weird way. And that was just after a couple of hours. What was going to happen after a couple of weeks, or maybe even months?

Castiel had now disappeared with just a swooshing sound. Olivia was shocked. She had seen Zachariah do it, and now had seen Castiel do it, but she still couldn't get over it. Angels were real. And they were talking to her. Well, one had tried to kill her, but she had tried to forget that. Just because she was related to Lucifer. She didn't even know half the things she was on about when she was thinking about angels and demons and the devil. She was freaking out. Slowly, tears fell from her eyes and slowly trickled down her face.

Crying. She hated crying. It made her feel weak. But that's what she felt right now. Weak. Her best friend was gone. The one she had grown up with, the one that was truthful to her. She was now gone. Taken away with one press of the fingers. And then there was Zachariah ambushing her in the toilets. Why, oh, why did he have to push her like that? It was like one of those days when George came home drunk and told her to prove herself to her real parents because he wasn't her real parent.

The windowsill was opposite, and it was big enough for her to sit on. So she did. She watched the rain fall as her tears fell with it. And she kept thinking of memories. The memory of getting beaten up by the big kid in the home. The memory of when George brought Kara home, and introduced her to everything, and then Kara had taken her place. Everything. She felt neglected. And then this daughter of the devil crap had just buried more and more of the neglect on it.

The door to the room opened slightly, but Olivia didn't see. She just wanted to watch the rain fall peacefully to the ground, and ignore everyone. When someone slid opposite her, however, she looked at them, trying to hide her tears by wiping them away, but fresh ones rolled straight down her cheeks. Sam brushed one of them away, his cold finger against her cheek. Why did she feel so comforted by these people even though she had only know them for a couple of hours.

Sam said nothing as they watched the rain fall together, Olivia's tears still falling with them. Olivia was grateful for Sam's company, because if she didn't have it, she would feel helpless. She stood up suddenly, turning towards the door and slipping out. She had to break something, and she didn't want that something to be Sam's face. So she ran outside, ignoring the calls of Sam, Dean and Bobby, and running into the yard, where she grabbed a crowbar lying there, and starting hitting on of the used cars.

She didn't know why she was doing this, but she needed to get whatever she was feeling out. Hence the car and the hitting. And she just kept hitting, and hitting and hitting, before she realised it was raining and she was freezing. Then she dropped the crowbar, and fell to the floor next to the car, crying her eyes out. The rain was pounding down as she looked up to the sky, wishing it could have been the morning again, where she could change her actions. But even she knew that wasn't possible.

"Olivia," A voice next to her said softly, and she looked up to see Dean standing over her.

Olivia just shook her head, closing her eyes as fresh tears fell once more fell from her eyes. She felt herself being lifted in the air, but she didn't open her eyes. She didn't open her eyes as she was laid down on a soft bed. She didn't open them until she was sure everybody else was gone. Everybody, including the nice people she had only just met. Sam and Dean, Bobby and Castiel. George was gone, her mom and dad were gone. Everybody.

She wrapped her arms around her knees, curling them to herself as she tried not to shiver. Another tear fell, before she fell into a deep sleep.

"Wow," Dean said, as Olivia fell asleep behind the closed door. Dean and Sam were both walking down the stairs after leaving the poor girl alone.

Sam nodded. "Something's wrong, Dean."

"What gave it away, Sam?" Dean snapped at his brother. "The fact that she just freaked out and started hitting a car with a crowbar?"

"Dean," Sam said softly. "She's probably in a lot of pain right now. She found out that angels are real, and so are demons, and so are hunters. Her best friend died. And she's also probably thinking about her parents and how she's been lied to about them. Her mom, yeah, her real mom, is real. But the dad? Still a fake dad. He was someone her mom met after Lucifer."

Dean frowned. "Poor girl. She's been through hell."

"Just like us," Sam said. Dean's frown deepened. "You know I'm right, Dean. You have to talk to her."

"Why me?" Dean asked, whimpering almost. "I don't know how to talk to crying girls. And that's a teenage girl. I can't smile and say, 'How about I make you feel better, huh?'. Don't make me do this, Sam."

"Dean, come on. The girl needs someone who knows what she's been through. I can't remember anything about mom's death, and you know about it. And you know about losing people close to you. Please, Dean."

"But, Sam-"

"Please, Dean?"

Dean sighed. "Fine. But it's only because I feel sorry for the girl. Now, did you get me pie?"

Sam's face fell. And Dean glared at his little brother, smacking him around the head as they walked to where Bobby and Castiel were.

"Dude, you always forget the pie!" Dean whisper-yelled at Sam.

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Dean, just sit down and stop being a baby. That girl needs sleep without you and Sam shouting insults at one another."

"Fine," Dean huffed and sat opposite Castiel at the table. "But this isn't over, Sammy."

"Fine," Sam said, shrugging. "I'll just eat your cheeseburger."

Dean shook his head. "Fine, it's over. Now hand me my food."

"What about Olivia's?" Bobby asked.

"I'll eat it," Dean offered. "And then I'll make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with milk when she wakes up."

Bobby smiled slightly. That was what Bobby used to do whenever Dean and Sam had to stay with him while John hunted. "That's a good idea."

"So's talking to her," Sam added.

Dean groaned. "Fine. Leave the emotional teenage girl to me. Just figure out where we are going next."

"Are we taking Olivia?" Sam asked.

"Maybe," Dean replied. "Now, can I eat my cheeseburger in peace?"

Sam smiled slightly. "Jerk."

"Bitch."

And the brothers dug into their cheeseburgers as Olivia lay fast asleep upstairs.

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