A/N: Sorry it took so long to update this story. This chapter is mostly just filler, since the next and concluding chronicle involves the trial. More of Pixie_a_la_modes brilliant ideas are in here, so giver her some love. I've got a sequel for this and In Which Liv Gets a Kitten in the works, but they probably won't be along for at least a few weeks. I've got finals and so on. u_u

The incident had George Haung working overtime the next few weeks. Even Elliot didn't deny his need for the doctor's services. Castiel's stunt had cost the NYPD an interview room, which was nearly blown to bits, and both Benson and Stabler several weeks of mandatory psych evaluation.

Now Olivia sat in a seedy motel room with Sam, Dean, Jimmy Novak and… Castiel.

"This woman's brain is like a computer," he said to Sam from one of the beds, blinking Casey Novak's green eyes. "I almost wish I could take the bar for you tomorrow morning. Casey Novak's score was impressive."

As Sam looked up from behind a pile of law books at the motel room's desk, Olivia tried to process the fact that a fallen angel now possessed the body of ADA Novak. "Explain it to me again," she muttered. "Why you couldn't just possess Sam or Dean. Why did you have to turn our ADA into the Angel of Thursday?"

Casey's face, usually impassive to begin with, adopted a strange, expressionless innocence that masked some deep unfathomable knowing with Castiel in the dri9ver's seat. Olivia didn't see her suddenly appear at her side. "A bloodline. Your friend's brother Jimmy is my true vessel, but because she is related to him by blood her body can withstand the possession." He cocked Casey's head slightly and patted her shoulder.

Liv frowned as a jolt went through her. "Withstand?"

Castiel/Casey looked almost chagrined. "The possession will admittedly be difficult for her. However, if we manage a speedy trial I should be able to repossess Jimmy with no harm done."

"I have a question," Sam interrupted. "I thought you typically can't take someone as a vessel without their permission, Cas?"

Castiel shrugged Casey's Ann Taylor-clad shoulders. "I didn't give her much choice. If she didn't agree there was a possibility that Benson and Stabler could have been harmed by the impact of my natural form. I took the risk of relying on her feelings of friendship towards them. In particular the sex dream she sometimes has about Detective Benson that she never talks about was a clear indication of her fondness."

Dean, who had been standing by the window and looking out of it like a sentry turned and grinned at that. "Anyway," Olivia interrupted quickly, before anyone could notice her blushing. "What makes you so sure a trial will be speedy? The charges leveled at Sam and Dean—

"Castiel," Jimmy Novak rasped from where he lay on the bed. They had all almost forgotten about him. He seemed barely present, with a hollow look in his eyes. "If any harm should come to my little sister, I will destroy this body in such a vicious manner, you will not be able to use me as a vessel. I will mangle myself so thoroughly it will be seen to that you'll never walk the earth to guard your precious Winchester boys ever again."

Olivia didn't know how much brevity the man's threat carried, but Castiel looked troubled by it. Jimmy Novak had the look of a man who knew he could never come back from what he'd done and seen. She knew that look—had seen it before on many a crack whore, molested child, rescued sex slave. Occasionally, she saw it in the mirror.

"The trial will indeed be speedy," Castiel said, gently putting Casey's hand on Jimmy's leg. "I have enlisted the help of a friend. She will serve on the jury and will see to it that a verdict is reached quickly."

"Normally I'm against corruption," Olivia said wearily. "But I'm with Jimmy. I don't want anything happening to our ADA. Her convection rate is in the high seventies. Who is your friend?"

There was a knock on the door and Olivia jumped. She'd been feeling pretty edgy lately. Killing a vampire and watching a lawyer get possessed by an angel will do that to you. She wished Stabler was there with her, but he'd mostly just shook his head and mouthed wordlessly when she tried to bring up helping Sam and Dean catch Tom Clark. He was having trouble dealing with everything, and Haung had recommended he take a week off.

"That will be her," Castiel said, suddenly looking very pleased. He walked over to the door and opened it. A young, dark-haired woman stepped inside. She was pretty and pleasant looking, but Olivia felt a sudden chill. It was similar to the feeling she'd gotten upon meeting Castiel. Something was off.

The woman turned and gave Castiel an appraising look. It was aggressively flirtatious and almost sinister, but the angel still seemed thrilled to see her. "I like the new meat suit, Clarence," she said in a lilting, breathy voice that reminded Liv of a 1950s actress. "You might make me reconsider my policy of being strictly dickly."

Dean groaned. "Cas, did you seriously get MEG on the jury?"

"What's the matter, Winchester? Jealous?" Meg mocked. Dean scowled and turned back to the window to stare out of it broodingly.

"It's done then?" Castiel asked Meg.

"Yep," Meg smirked.

"I won't ask how you did it. I'm sure I'd rather not know. But thank you," Castiel said happily. "Will you still order pizza with me later, even though I'm currently in a woman's body?"

Olivia had a feeling she didn't want to know what ordering pizza meant, since Dean made a gagging noise. "You have to wonder about our justice system when a demon can be a juror," he grumbled.

"A demon?" Olivia gasped. "Is that what Meg is?"

"Why, yes," Meg said, rounding on her. "Nothing to worry about, Nancy Drew. I'll be nice to the lawyer. I even left my anal beads at home. In fact, you'll be happy to hear that I know where your John is. He lurks around Central Park as we speak, looking for kiddie snacks."

"It's go time, then," Dean said eagerly. Olivia stood up to join him. She wasn't looking forward to this. Not the kind of bust she was used to. "Sammy, stay here and do your homework. Someone's gotta look after our pets while I'm gone. Besides, I want more alone time with Detective Benson."

The two of them left the motel room, and Dean's flirtations changed direction. "But I bet you wish I was your blowhard partner. What's going on with you and that guy anyway?"

"What's going on with you and Castiel?" Olivia countered.

At that it was Dean's turn to blush. "Cas… how can I explain? I need him. The things we've been through together… we're family."

Liv nodded. "That's how it is with Stabler and I. We trust each other."

"Well… you can trust me," Dean said. "And by the way…" he led the two of them to his black 1967 Chevy Impala. "How did you and him manage to explain away the way the other boys in blue found you after we cleaned out that vampire's nest?"

Olivia shrugged and hopped into the passenger seat of the old muscle car. "We didn't. Stabler and I have been so shell-shocked, they figured we were innocent bystanders. CSU all ready processed the crime scene at the warehouse. You and Sam do a decent job of covering your tracks… you're experts." She felt another chill accompanied by hairs on the back of her neck standing up. The brothers Winchester weren't murderers, but they were still practically serial killers. In other circumstances she would be doing everything she could to put them behind bars. Worse, they were far too used to keeping company with angels, demons, vampires and she didn't want to know what else.

Dean's phone buzzed as they rolled into traffic on their way to central park. "Coordinates from Meg," he said after glancing at it.

"To where our perp is?" Olivia confirmed.

"Affirmative," Dean replied. "He likes to lurk around in a patch of woods. He sometimes lures his victims there after they buy a balloon from him. Then he dumps the body when he's… done with it." His pretty face wrinkled with disgust.

"How does she know?" Liv asked. "And why do you hang around with a demon, anyway? An angel is one thing, but a demon?"

"I don't like it either, but Cas adores her," Dean grumbled. "She's… sort of looked after him for us. She's put Sam and me through Hell… literally. But right now it helps to have someone with her intel around. Being a raging supernatural bitch herself, she's privy to certain info."

"And she'll still look after Castiel while he's possessing Casey?" Olivia asked. She liked Sam and Dean's guardian angel, but was worried about his auburn-haired captive.

Dean smirked. "Don't worry, Liv. We'll sort it out. Nothing's going to happen to your sexy lawyer girlfriend."

Liv chose to ignore that last comment as he parked the impala and they got out. It was a murky day—it had been raining earlier and Olivia was glad she'd remembered to wear her combat boots. It was going to be muddy in those woods.

Dean checked the GPS on his phone. "The bastard should be around here somewhere," he rumbled, then added, "stay close to me, Olivia." He popped the Impala's trunk and tossed her a machete.

Liv caught it by the handle. "Maybe we should fan out," she suggested. "And yell if we find him."

Dean shook his head. "No way. You're staying with me. You handled yourself in that nest but I'm not taking any more risks if it means something will happen to you."

Olivia rolled her eyes. He had the same problem she did. Always the protector. "Right, I may not be used to monsters but you obviously aren't used to sex offenders. Give me a break, Winchester."

Dean sighed. "Fine. You go over that way and cover me while I look for him in this neck of the woods. Be careful, Benson."

Olivia nodded, though she wasn't feeling nearly as brave as she was acting. She sheathed the machete inside her belt, brushed her fingertips against her gun holster for reassurance and took off.

Dean had been combing the area for over an hour, but there was still nothing. He growled with annoyance. Leave it to Meg to give them a false lead.

Even so, the area was deserted and creepy enough for a vampire pedophile to hang out in. The day's earlier rain left a fog that clung to the wet ground and gave the branches of trees the impression of twisted, knarled hands that were reaching for you.

He sighed and reached for his phone, ready to call Detective Benson and tell her to return to the Impala, when he heard her yell his name. "Dean!" she shrieked. "Come quick!"

Her voice was coming from somewhere to the East. He ran frantically in that direction, panic rising in his throat. If something happened to Olivia, who would protect New York City from rapists and Pedophiles? Olivia was the Winchester of hunting perverts, and it made his connection to her feel that much stronger. It wasn't just that she was beautiful. Olivia was a kindred spirit—another lonely, wandering soul seeking vengeance for a wrong that could never be righted because it came down to her very nature.

"Olivia!" he roared. "Keep yelling! I'm coming!"

"Over here, Dean!" Her voice was panicked, but it didn't sound like she was in immediate danger. He found her a moment later, standing in a dense thicket, mud and blood splattering the jeans that made her ass look fantastic. His momentary lust-filled relief was short-lived, however. She was standing over a small body.

His heart hammered in his chest, and he looked down at the body of a little girl sunken in the mud. She was black—couldn't be more than six years old—with her hair in braids and pink shirt with glittery ponies on it. She seemed mostly unharmed, save for a few bruises and a nasty, bloody gash on her neck.

"She's unconscious… or dead. I can't tell which, but I couldn't find a pulse," Olivia said, her normally rich, honey colored skin pale. "Do you think he did this?"

"The question is what he did," Dean muttered. His stomach churned and he thought he might be sick. He had a feeling he knew.

"Dean!" Olivia shouted suddenly. What happened next was almost too quick to see, but a moment later Olivia's gun went off and a howl pierced the air.

He spun around and saw an old man stumble backward, clutching his shoulder where Olivia had shot him. Detective Benson had saved Dean's behind once again. "Tom Clark," she said loudly. "You're under arrest, so to speak. For two counts of rape and sodomy, pedophilia and murder."

"You're too late," the vampire hissed, baring his bloody canines. "I all ready turned the little girl. She'll wake up any minute. Do you have the guts to kill a kid, Winchester? Even if she's a monster?"

"Nope," Dean replied truthfully. "But I won't lose any sleep over ganking you."

With that, he raised his machete over his head and brought it down on the neck of the vampire and pedophile. His grotesque head fell at his feet and Olivia let out a breath behind him.

"Dean…" she said quietly. "When he said he turned her, did he mean…?"

"Yeah," Dean replied. "I've never seen a vamp sick enough to turn a kid, though. Are you wearing anything made of silver?"

"Yes," Olivia answered, fingering one of her necklaces.

"Put it around her neck, quickly," Dean instructed. "We can still save her. She's in for a world of hurt, but at least she won't have to be Elvira Jr. for the rest of her life… death, whatever you want to call it."

Olivia nodded somberly and did as he said. As she clasped the necklace around the little girl's ice cold neck, her eyes opened. They were bloodshot and ringed with yellow. Olivia could see that had been a pretty blue color originally. The child's skin seemed to pale slightly and her features distorted. She began to cry.

"I'm scared," she sobbed. "My tummy hurts… I'm so hungry."

"It's going to be all right, sweetie," Liv said gently.

"Yeah, we gotta split. Hurry up and help me bottle this vamp's blood, then let's roll," Dean said and he and Olivia went to work as the girl wept quietly.

Above them, a red balloon flew into the sky.

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