I woke up in a hotel bed. I have no memory of what had happened or how I ended up here. Reaching for my phone, that is usually in my pants pocket. It wasn't there and I started to panic. How will I contact Sam or Dean or even Bobby?

I stood up and walked to the window, I looked out and saw that I was a few stories up. That's odd, we always get on the bottom floor. The hotel room that I am in had plain walls, tan. And the floors are a stained up black carpet. There's a lamp on the nightstand creating the only light in the room.

I heard vibrating coming from behind me. I turned around and saw my phone laying on the night stand by the bed.

I rushed to pick up the phone to see who was calling me. I picked up up and saw that it was Dean. I answered without a second thought.

"Dean." I said relieved that he called me.

"Olivia, where the hell are you?" He asked trying to sound serious, but living with him for around 20 years I can tell when he's worried. I suddenly felt guilty for making him worry about me.

"I don't know." I responded.

It was silent for a minute, none of us speaking. None of us knowing what to say or do.

"I can come find you." Dean suggests.

"No. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I can find my way home." I tell him. I wanted to have some time alone for me to be able to think.

We hang up not long after that, and I grab what little I have. Which consists of my phone and a pair of boots that I always wear. I left the hotel, not caring to check out. They probably didn't even know I was here.

How did I get here?

Once I open the door to head outside, I am hit with the cold morning air. I walk down the stairs, not really knowing how I'm going to leave this place without a car.

I guess I could steal one, but it always feels wrong. I don't know, it's like I'm not even a Winchester.

With that being my only option since I don't have money and prefer not to walk all day, I pick out the car that I want.

I go for an old beat up car that nobody probably cares about. It's a white car that's starting to rust. On the passenger side the door is bent and the windshield is cracked.

I sigh and open the car door which is to my relief is unlocked. I sit in the driver's seat and do what my brothers taught me, and start the car.

The inside of the car was a bit trashy and smelled like it haven't been cleaned in years, and from the looks of it hadn't been.

I pull the car out and onto the road, not really knowing where I am or where I'm going.

I must have been driving for hours because the sun was well up in the sky. I pulled over at a gas station to get more gas, and some food because I hadn't eaten all day.

I got the gas first then I walked into the store. I went to the food aisles and grabbed a bag of chips. I reach into my pocket to see how much money I have, if I even have any. I pull out a five dollar bill, I sigh and grab a bottle of water to go with my chips.

I then walk over to the cashier and hand him my stuff. I was fixing to pay when I saw a mirror above him that watches over the store. I saw a guy in it but his eyes were different. My hand automatically reaching for my knife in my pocket.

But it's not there, and I get the sinking feeling in my stomach. Did I have it this morning when I left the hotel? I look down at my pocket just to make sure, but I see that it not there. When I look back up to see the man in the mirror, but he wasn't there.

Was I imagining him?

Am I hallucinating?

Is this the aftermath of seeing Lucifer?

Reluctantly I grabbed my chips and water, suddenly not very hungry anymore. I payed down a five dollar bill and left without saying anything. I get back in the car that I stole and make my way to Bobby's.

I was driving down the road when I heard a voice from behind me making me jump and almost crash the car.

"Olivia, I'd stay away from Lucifer if I was you. You don't know what kind of games he is playing. Don't listen to him, no matter how convincing he may sound, just know that he is lying to you."

I turn my head to look in the backseat and see Zachariah starring at me. "How'd you find me?" I ask as I turn back and look at the road. I pull off to the side so I can talk to him without worrying about crashing.

"It was quite easy actually, you know, considering you did pray to all the Angels. I'm just here to tell you, don't believe everyone. You seem like the type to be trusting and that can be dangerous." Zachariah responds to me.

"Well, how do I know I can trust you?" I question him.

"That's the fun part now isn't it. Trust me, don't trust me it doesn't matter to me. I'm just in charge of making sure that you stay alive long enough to help us win the war. But I will tell you this, don't tell Sam or Dean about what happened."

"Wait, since you're in charge of making sure I live, then did you rescue me?" I ask him desperately wanting answers that no one seem to answer.

"You were never in need of saving. It was all a trick, think about it. If you actually met the real Lucifer, do you honestly think he would let you live without a scar." Zachariah spoke to me.

I have to admit his story makes more sense. Why would Lucifer actually talk to me instead of try to kill me, I mean isn't that what he's suppose to do, kill and torture people?

"Yeah," I said while nodding my head trying to convince myself. "yeah, you're probably right." I tell him.

Without saying anything else he vanishes, along with my hopes of ever getting the answers that I'm looking for.

Before I could even pull back onto the road, I remembered. I remembered that Lucifer put me in the cage. How did I get out? Did Zachariah get me out? Maybe he was right and I was never really put into the cage. Maybe it was all a trick. It would make sense, seeing as how he's never liked me, because like him and so many others, he prefers my brothers, as does Bobby.

I'm the Winchester that everyone overlooks. Sam and Dean would die for each other, but I know for a fact they would never in a million years die for me, even though I would for them.

They act like they care about me, but when we were growing up Dean only looked out for Sam. I had to take care of myself, since Dad was never around. I had to go out and beg for scraps of food just to survive. That's why my brothers are better at hunting because while I was out looking for food they were training or going on hunting jobs.

I sigh and try to forget about my brother, the Angels, and everything in between. I pull onto the road and finally make my way towards Bobby's house.

The sun was gone and the moon was out before I pulled into Bobby's driveway. Sam or Dean hasn't even called me since early this morning. Not even Bobby called me.

It's not a good feeling to be the one that no one cares about, or the one that gets forgotten, or picked last but I guess that's just life.

They aren't going to change for me, so why should I sit around hoping they will? I found that out the hard way when I was little. I shudder at the memories of us being kids.

I get out of the stolen car and make my way up to the door. Knowing they probably aren't home I twist the knob and walk in.

I throw the uneaten bag of chips on the kitchen table and sit down. Maybe taking a job will get my mind off of everything.

I grab the newspaper that was laying on the counter and start reading it, in search for a case. I read through some of the articles, and sigh, seeing as there are no recent or strange deaths.

Setting the newspaper back down I head upstairs to a bedroom. I open the door at the end of the hall, which leads to the bedroom I stay at while I'm with Bobby. Stepping into the room I see the room exactly the way I left it.

Empty.

The walls were a dark grey and the curtains over the window were black. The bed was located on the back wall. It was a full size bed. There was a black rug on the floor coving the wooden planks underneath it. A small TV hung on the wall.

The closet was on the opposite wall from the bed. It wasn't big, just enough room to hold some of my clothes. Next to the closet there was a door that led to a small bathroom. Nothing too fancy. Just big enough to fit a shower, a toilet, and a sink.

Beside my bed there was my dresser that I used as my nightstand. On it I had a picture of my family. My mom was holding Sam while Dad was holding me and dean was in between them with a huge smile on his face.

I walk over to the bed and lay down, not caring enough to get under the blanket. Without meaning to I fell asleep.

"Olive!" A voice shouted.

I turned around to the direction I thought the voice came from. "Hello?" I asked in a weak voice.

I walked around a fence that was blocking the woods from the road. I headed towards the woods.

I'm going to regret this.

Once I reached the woods, they were no longer woods. It was a school. A school that we went to when me, Sam, and Dean were kids. How is it a school when I was just in the woods?

I walked up to the front door and opened it expecting to see the hallway but instead I was in my favorite class from that school.

The art room.

How is this possible?

I walked up to a canvas that was laying in the middle of the room, and examined it. The painting was one of the best painting that I've ever painted, but my dad wouldn't let me take it home. So it stayed here, while I lived out the life I never wanted to live.

I was a painting of me sitting alone in an overgrown field, with the Impala behind me and river with a rope swing above it in front of me. To anyone else it looked like a normal painting but to me it symbolizes my freedom.

I set the canvas back down and walked over to the sketchbook that was on a desk. I turned the pages until I found an empty page. I can't remember how many sketchbooks I went through, it must have been a lot.

Drawing was my way to escape. I could escape reality. I could escape that fact the my mom is death because of me. I could escape the hateful glares I would get from my dad every time I spoke. I could escape the way Dean treated Sam better than me. I could escape being the outcast.

I picked up the pencil that was beside the sketchbook, and started drawing. I had no clue what I was drawing, I just let my hand do the work.

Hours must have passed, I was so into my drawing that I didn't realize that the teacher came in.

"Olivia, you should go home. Your parents are probably worried sick about you." Mr. Jefferson said. He had dark brown hair, it was short. He had light brown eyes that showed concern for me. He was wearing a grey suit with a black tie and black shoes.

"They probably haven't even noticed that I'm gone." I tell him honestly, looking up from my drawing.

I remembered this day. I stayed at school late that night to finish my art project since dad wouldn't let me do it at home. He would always say, "Art won't save your life." But what he didn't know was, it did.

When I got home that night from school dad was furious at me. I remembered him yelling at me. I remember him telling me that it was my fault, that I caused the fire that killed Mom. I was only thirteen. He should have been encouraging me to do good in school, not saying that I killed Mom.

"Don't say that, I'm sure they love you." Mr. Jefferson told me as he took a seat next to me.

I didn't want to relive this day. It was one of the worst days of my live. "Yeah you're right. I should go home." I said even though I didn't want to. I closed the sketchbook and put it in the bookshelf, before walking out.

My breathing started to become uneven, and my hands started sweating uncontrollably. I know what was coming and I'm was not ready for it.

I walked home that night, even though I was below freezing. I only had one a light jacket, because that's all I could afford from the chores I didn't at other people's houses over the summer.

I made it home and walked up the steps leading up to the door. I took a deep breath, and twisted the knob. I slowly walked inside, knowing Dad was in the living room watching TV.

I closed the door trying to do it quietly, Dad was a hunter he knew when someone was in the house. He was behind me before I could even turn around.

"Where were you?" Dad questioned me, as I turned to face him. He was wearing a orange flannel with a tan jacket. He had on jeans and boots. The typical Winchester outfit.

"I was at school." I tell him, as I try to walk around him to my room.

"School lets out at three and its eight! Where were you?" I yelled at me. He was fixing to get mad at me.

"I told you, I was at school." I tell him starting to get annoyed.

"Sam and Dean were also at school and they got home before you. Hours before you actually, so if you wanna lie you better come up with a better excuse." He said so calmly that I got scared.

"I'm not lying, Dad." I tell him.

"Don't ever call me that!" He yells at me. "You lost that privilege when you killed your mother."

I didn't say anything else I just stood there looking at the man that was suppose to love me. Then something snapped inside of me. I felt power.

"You're the reason this family is so messed up!" He continued to yell at me.

He grabbed my by my arm, "You're a disgrace to this family!" He yelled.

The power inside me was building up until it finally exploded. Dad went flying a hit the wall. Sam and Dean came out after that.

I don't remember this part. This never happened.

This overwhelming power, was controlling me. I hit my brothers with the same amount of force that I hit dad with.

"Easy there, Olivia. Don't wanna kill your family now do you?" Asked a voice from behind me. It was calming, it was home.

I turned around.

"Mom?"

"Yes and no. I came to show you who you truly are but my plans are getting ruined by that outcast of an Angel. My mom, that's not really my mom, said.

"Who are you? And by and outcast Angel, are you talking about Lucifer?" I asked.

"Good so you're familiar with the Angel that you helped set free." He said ignoring my first question.

"Who are you I asked again."

"We've met four times before. Three of them you know nothing about, the last you won't remember. There are two of us. The other you tried to kill. You've failed twice." Mom tells me.

"Okay, seriously? I don't need a riddle. Can't you just tell me? I know you're Angels. I don't know how, but I just know." I tell them.

My mom smiled, "He was right about you."

"What does that mean?" I asked right before my mom disappeared.

I shot up from the bed.

I looked around to make sure that I was still in the same bedroom in Bobby's house that I fell asleep in.

I sighed in relief that I was. No sleep walking this time. No I have to figure out who that was possessing my mom. There are two of us, two Angels.

It can't be Cas, could it?