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God, even in September South Dakota had some wicked heat. Olivia lounged in the small home she was able to afford. She really didn't even want to move from the couch and with no work assignment at the bar, she was stuck at home. The air conditioning of course was busted, leaving nothing but the stiff breezes to come in through the open windows.
The female Winchester rolled to her side, hearing her cell phone ring on the table in the dining room where she left it. With a sigh, she rolled completely off the couch and on to her knees from there she got up and went into the dining room. "Bobby?" she questioned, seeing his caller id on the screen. "Are you home?" he asked. "Yeah…" Olivia said, wondering where the conversation was going. "Well, let us in, because we're coming up on your porch…" and the line went dead.
Olivia hung up her phone. Who was 'we?' Unless Sam started talking to Bobby, but from her knowledge he hadn't. She set down her cell phone and went to the door, "Bobby, what are you talking about?" she asked, but fell silent immediately. She now understood why Bobby said 'we.'
"Hey Olivia," Dean said, as casual as could be, like when he would visit her once a week or so back when he was alive. But that didn't make sense, because he was alive now, standing right next to Bobby. Olivia's breath quickened as if she had just finished running up a few flights of steps. She stumbled backwards in to her house and was quick to grab the pistol she always kept by the door. She aimed it at Dean. It couldn't be him. Bobby had told her he was dead, sent to hell to keep Sam alive.
Dean quickly put his hands up, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Olivia, it's me." Dean's voice was calm and slightly convincing. Olivia's hand trembled as she held the pistol, but she pushed down the hammer, making it ready to shoot. "Olivia, it's him!" Bobby cried.
Olivia turned to Bobby, never removing her aim from Dean. There were tears in her eyes as she looked to Bobby, "You said he was dead! You said he had been taken to Hell! If that's true, then he shouldn't be here now!" she cried. Bobby was taken aback by her cries. "I know, sweetheart. I don't know how this happened either, but it's really him…" Olivia looked back to Dean. Her face began to crumple in tears and she lowered her gun, "Is it really…?" she asked through the tears. Dean nodded, "It's really me, little sister…"
Olivia put the hammer back on her gun and set it on the table by the door. She walked out of the doorway and down the steps. Dean took her into his arms, allowing her to cry. "I missed you…" she sobbed, "I missed you so much…" Dean placed his lips to the top of her head, "I missed you too…" he said, a light laugh escaping his lips.
"I haven't seen Sam in like a week," Olivia said. They had moved into her kitchen area. Bobby and Dean were sitting at the table while Olivia poured Dean a glass of water. "Well, I haven't seen him since Dean went to Hell, so you've seen him last," Bobby said. Olivia's brow furrowed, "He hasn't talked to you for four months?" she asked, handing Dean the glass of water. Bobby shook his head. "Dammit Sam…" she muttered.
Olivia went into the living room and grabbed her cell phone. She flipped it open and pressed 2 on her speed dial. She listened as the phone rang, and heard the phone click. "Hello?" she heard Sam ask. "Sam! Where are you? I think I may have a job…" Olivia said, sounding very convincing. Dean went to reach for her phone, but Olivia put her hand up and then twisted on her heels away from her eldest brother. She went over to a pad and pen and wrote down the Illinois address and the room number before bidding her brother goodbye.
She turned and handed the piece of paper. "Well now we have specifics other than just the town from the GPS on his phone," Dean said, taking the piece of paper from his sister's hand. He got up and headed to the door with Bobby at his side. "Let me go with you," Olivia said, reaching to grab her keys but Dean shook his head. "This may get ugly. We think Sam made a deal…" Dean said, pulling her hand away from her keys. Olivia's brow furrowed, "So you're just going to leave me out again of another demon deal?" she asked.
Dean swallowed hard against his throat. He had left Olivia out of his deal, because everyone knew and pitied him. He didn't want to see that look in his sister's eyes. "Look…we will come back for you. I will call you as soon as we talk to him. I promise…" Dean took his sister in his arms again, "I promise. I won't leave you out this time." He released her and walked out to door to Bobby's car. Olivia walked to the window and watched the car leave in a hurry.
"I thought it would be better to not inform you about your brother's return…" Olivia turned to look at Azrael. "You did this?" she asked. Azrael shook her head, "I did not. One of my brother's did, but yes, Dean was pulled from Hell by an angel." Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. There was not another demon deal hovering over their heads.
"Olivia….you told me you would speak to your brother. He needs to stop," Azrael said, her tone getting terse. "I've tried. Besides, he's not doing it as much. He's helping people, keeping them alive. I don't understand why it's so terrible…" Olivia said lightly. After Sam and her had their harsh argument, she gave into Sam's begging to go on a hunt with her. She saw how he was able to keep them alive and it was quicker than reciting a book in Latin. She trusted Sam's judgment, but Olivia still didn't trust Ruby.
Azrael shifted the weight upon her feet, "It is unnatural, Olivia. Terrible things will come of it…" Olivia's eyes bore into Azrael, "What things?" she asked, but the angel disappeared. Olivia's face soured, that angel never told her anything in a clear manner. She would tell her enough that more questions were raised than answers.
