Sorry taking so long to update. Again, I've been busy, and my internet was down for about a week. But enjoy, because here's chapter three, finally!;D


Chapter three:

It had taken a few days before things got back into the normal routine. Bobby, Sam and Dean all looking through papers and laptops to find the next possible hunt, while Olivia sat staring out the window. Castiel had shown up once, but had soon left since Olivia started to get a little freaked out.

Suddenly, they had caught wind of a hunt. Sam and Dean had started to pack all the stuff required for their trip, while Olivia watched them carefully.

"Where you guys going?" She asked finally, probably the first sentence she had spoken to the both of them in days. "Because you're packing."

"Great observant skills, Sherlock," Dean said sarcastically. "OW! Sam!"

Sam tried to look innocent, but when you jab your brother in the ribs with your elbow and they cry out in pain? It's kind of hard to hide.

"Sorry, Olivia," Sam said, "You're gonna have to sit this one out."

Dean cocked an eyebrow at Sam. "I thought we agreed she would come with us."

"That was before she-" Sam started.

Olivia cut in. "Before I had my stupid, pathetic, girly breakdown."

Sam nodded. Dean huffed in frustration, and he looked at Olivia before pointing to the stairs. "Go get a change of clothes and your phone or iPod or something to entertain you. It's going to be a long trip."

She went to go in the direction he was pointing when she stopped and thought. She didn't have an iPod or any clothes, because she hadn't been back to her house since a few days ago when Castiel kidnapped her from her house, and killed her best friend who was actually demon. She still couldn't wrap her head around it, even if she had been in a house where three hunters lived, and they had explained everything to her.

"Uh, I don't have any clothes," Olivia pointed out aloud. "Perhaps if I went shopping..."

"Really?" Dean asked her. "You want to go clothes shopping?"

"Well, if I'm gonna live here, yeah, I guess so," Olivia said. "Please?"

Dean nodded after a few moments of eye contact with Sam. Olivia walked up the stairs to collect her phone and the headphones that Dean had lent her - she was going to keep them, anyway - then ran back down the stairs to meet her new 'roomies'. Sam and Dean were leaning casually against the post at the bottom of the stairs. Sam, big, tall guy with longish brown hair and brown eyes, and Dean, a little smaller then Sam height, a slumped posture, green eyes, and short light brown hair.

Olivia wouldn't deny it. They were good looking guys. But she was sixteen. And Dean was thirty and Sam was twenty-six. So they would be classed as perverts, and Olivia knew that they probably wouldn't like that. Dean grabbed hold of the headphones Olivia was holding and climbed into the passenger seat before she could contemplate on what was going on. Sam, unfortunately, took the keys out of her pocket and held them up.

Gosh, so Sam was driving first, and Dean had already gotten shotgun. So now, Olivia was stuck in the comfort of the back seat. At least she was alone and could put her legs up.


"You even think about putting your feet on the seat and I'll cut them off, you hear me?" Dean threatened with a glare when she yawned and went to place her newly brought boots on the seat of the precious Impala.

Olivia nodded tiredly. "Can I at least put my feet up if I take my shoes off?"

"Dean, give the girl a break," Sam cut in before his brother could even make a smart remark. "Put your feet up on the seat all you want, Olivia. There's no stopping you apart from my brother's stupid threat."

Dean turned his head to his little brother. "Dude, I'm letting you drive my car. Don't offend me."

Olivia rolled her eyes before closing them, putting her feet up on the seat and using Dean's spare t-shirt as a pillow and a spare blanket as a cover. But she couldn't sleep. Not with the roar of the Impala, or the blasting sound of Metallica.

"Could you turn it down?" She asked, without opening her eyes.

She could hear Dean rolling his eyes at her, and huffing in annoyance like he has done so many times before. But the music turned down, and she didn't know whether it was Sam's doing or Dean's doing, but frankly, she didn't care. She shut her eyes, and quickly fell asleep.


Dean looked back for the fifth time, checking that Olivia was passed out before he could finally start to talk about her. Sam glared at his brother's head before looking back at the road.

"I only said we should leave her at home because of what happened, Dean," Sam said finally.

Dean sighed. "I know, Sam. But she knows now. And she can be of help."

"But she could be hunted. By demons, and by angels."

"So? We can fight both of them sons of bitches off, can't we?"

Sam sighed, nostrils flaring in a very Sam way. "Dean, she's in danger."

"And she would have been in more danger at Bobby's. Or do you think because danger's around, Bobby suddenly gonna grow some new legs?"

"Fine, you're right. But it was just an suggestion, okay? She's a sixteen year old girl. She should be going to school, and going to parties, sneaking in late and trying to avoid her mom. Not worrying about when she's gonna die."

Dean looked over Sam carefully. That sounded like the old Sam, before the demon blood. "Sam, we had to go through that too."

"This is different, Dean!" Sam exclaimed, then lowered his voice. "She shouldn't be with us. She should be with her parents, with her horrible step sister so she can live a normal life. Not with us where demons and angels and other supernatural stuff could kill her."

"Sam, let's just drop the subject. It's obviously got your panties in a twist."

Sam glared at his brother before looking out on to the road. Dean smiled slightly at the thought that he had just pissed off his brother, before losing the smile and resting his eyes gently.


Sam pulled into a motel where they could stay for the night, and Dean had the insane task of taking Olivia to the hotel room, without waking her up. In the end, he shook her awake, and she shot up, almost hitting him in the face. He shot back, almost tripping up and falling. Olivia started to laugh at the sight of Dean nearly falling over, and Dean just glared at the girl.

"Stop laughing," He said coldly.

Olivia stopped sort of. "Stop being such a baby! It was funny!"

"Funny my ass," Dean muttered.

Olivia climbed out of the car when Sam was walking towards them. She stretched her body out before looking at Sam expectantly, holding her hand out so Sam could drop her room key in the palm of her hand. But Sam's reaction wasn't what she was expecting - he laughed. Laugh one of those cackly laughs that adults have, and where you just want to punch them in the face.

"You think you're getting a room by yourself?" Sam chuckled. "Nope. You're in with Dean and I. You have one of the beds, and me and Dean will have turns taking the sofa bed."

"Dibs on the bed tonight," Dean said quickly, snatching the key from Sam's hand, grabbing his green duffel bag and heading towards the room number.

Olivia laughed slightly, grabbing her new bag of clothes, and headed towards the door Dean had just opened. She could hear Sam's footsteps behind her as she did so, and eventually, they reached the room. Dean had already opened the spare bottle of whiskey he had brought with them, and was now laying on the left bed in the room. Olivia walked towards the bathroom, before flopping down on the bed next to Dean's.

"So what are we actually doing here?" Olivia asked, lacing her hands behind her head. "Just wondering and all."

Dean closed his eyes but answered her. "Some dude died weirdly and we are here to check it out. Could be nothing. Could be something."

"Thank you, for the great explanation," Olivia said snarkly, "I know everything about this case now!"

Dean opened one eye and glanced at Olivia. She seemed to be getting herself together after what had happened a few days ago at Bobby's. But Dean couldn't help but not shake the feeling that she was about to have another episode. Not everybody can deal with all of this without having some sort of breakdown. And now, Olivia was being snarky. She was obviously freaking out inside.

"All right, Miss Sass," Dean said back, "Go to sleep. I'm tired and Sam probably wants to research like the nerd he is."

Sam laughed bitterly at Dean before grabbing his brown leather laptop bag and started to research. Olivia grabbed her own backpack, and walked over to the bathroom to get changed into her black and red pyjamas. She came out eventually, and looked at Sam, who was frowning and poking his tongue out at the laptop screen. She chuckled softly, kissed his cheek goodnight, and then went to sleep, feeling strangely at home.


Dean woke up to someone shaking him, and he opened his eyes to see Sam above him, worry in his eyes. Dean groaned, and sat up, looking for the other person he shared the room with...expect she wasn't there. Sam wasn't the only one worrying, and he sat up quickly, picking his phone up and calling Olivia's number. It went straight to voice mail.

Then, the door opened, and he saw the girl in black skinny jeans, with a red checkered shirt on and her black combat boots with new red laces. Dean blew a sigh of relief when he heard her whistling the tune of the latest Metallica song that was playing in his car, and he got up from his bed in just his boxers and headed towards the kitchen part of the motel room. There, lying on the table, was breakfast. Bacon, sausages, eggs, toast, hash browns, and pancakes. Dean licked his lips excitedly.

Olivia beamed a smile at the two, and they both relaxed. In her hand, she was carrying three red coffee cups, and handed them to the boys. "Black coffee for Dean, I'm guessing since you're a bit bitter and horrible, just like black coffee, and a hazelnut coffee for Sam, because he seems sweet, just like that sugary shit. And hot chocolate for me since I don't really like the taste of coffee! Marshmallows, and sprinkles and whipped cream!"

"OH!" Olivia continued noticing Dean's hungry face. "And I also got breakfast. Bacon, sausages, eggs, toast, hash browns...the whole thing! But the pancakes are for me, however, since I don't feel like all that. Sit, and eat, please."

"Could you like leave a note next time?" Dean asked, "Sammy nearly crapped his pants when he saw your empty bed."

Olivia frowned. "I did. I left it on the top of the bathroom toilet because I know you guys usually like to use the toilet after you wake up, so..."

"Did you say I'm bitter?" Dean asked again, raising an eyebrow.

"No..." She trailed off, getting a look from Sam. "Okay, yes, I did. But you seem bitter. Do you like black coffee, or do you want me to take it back?"

Dean snatched the coffee up before the girl could even reached out her hand to take it back. Sam smiled slightly before taking a sip out of his coffee. It was sort of cold, but she had probably walked.

"Did you walk to the coffee shop?" Sam asked.

Olivia shook her head and held out the keys out to Dean, who took them up bewildered. "Sorry, I didn't want to walk."

"Really?" Dean snapped, "Dude, that's my baby."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I didn't break it, or scratch it, or anything, okay? I was careful."

Dean just grumbled something unheard and sipped his coffee sulkily. Olivia sat down on the black chair at the table and picked up a piece of bacon, placed it in the middle of the pancake and ate it. Maple syrup was also poured onto, and Dean looked on in disgust. Even him, the one who loved the food, found that disgusting. Sam just frowned at the two, before picking up an egg and toast, being healthy. And Dean being Dean picked up three of everything, leaving the rest for Sam and Olivia.

"So, this case..." Olivia trailed off, wanting them to fill in the details.

"Some guy went through his windscreen," Sam said nonchalantly.

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound like a screaming supernatural problem to me."

"The car was parked and he didn't go fully through the window," Dean explained. "His head did. Now, you will probably need to wait in the car, because you are definitely not going to get past as FBI. Sam and I will go do our thing, you will do your thing in the car and then we will come back and fill you in."

"I'm down with that," Olivia said. "But I would love to be a part of the FBI!"

"Olivia, you do know that we aren't actually a part of the FBI," Sam said, "We're just going to fake it."

"I know, Sammy," Olivia teased. "I would have liked to be known as the FBI, though."

Dean chuckled slightly. "FBI, homeland security, detectives. Sam had to use bikini inspector once. Oh, that was so funny."

Sam glared at his brother. "Shut up. That was one time, and the women believed me."

Olivia chuckled. "That would have been funny to see."

"Oh, you should have seen him afterwards," Dean said, "He had the biggest bitch fit ever."

Sam glared again. "Shut up, Dean."

"Shut up, Dean," Dean mocked.

"Are you guys always like this?" Olivia asked.

Sam and Dean both nodded, and Olivia shrugged it off as if it was nothing. It was better then her 'family' back home. Katy, the bitch she was, her 'dad', a dick head full of shit, and loving Katy, Paul; her step mum Kara, gosh, Kara was such a horrid person and their little brother who did nothing but sit there and play video games.

Olivia loved her family, don't get her wrong, but she hated the way she was treated. And now she liked it with Sam and Dean, and she didn't want it changed.

Ever.


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