It was one of those days, where we were sitting at Bobby's waiting for any signs of a case to show up. We were about to give up hope when Sam stumbled along a web article about a strange death.
We didn't need anymore convincing, we dropped everything we were holding and said our goodbyes to Bobby and left.
We traveled the whole day before we reached the hospital where they are keeping the person that died. Sam, Dean, and I changed into our suits awhile ago. Stepping out of the Impala, I make sure that I have my badge. I do. We walk inside and find the doctor and show him our badges.
"You expect me to believe you're CDC?" The doctor asked us.
Dean looks over at Sam and then at me, "Excuse me."
"It's just that you're a day early. First time in history I haven't sat on my ass waiting for you people." The doctor informs us.
"New administration. A change you can believe in." I chime in.
"Right." The doctor says before leading us down to the morgue. The doctor pulls the corpse of Mr. Xavier out of a freezer. He looks like a dead eighty-year-old. "Meet Xavier. Date of birth, April third, nineteen eighty-four." She exchanges glances between the three of us. "I know. I ran the DNA twice. That's definitely him." She confirms.
"Well, he wasn't big on the sunscreen, huh?" Dean says.
"So, what's your theory?" Sam asks the doctor, ignoring Dean's comment.
"All I know is, decedent's male, twenty-five years old and he died of old age." The doctor walks away, as we glance at each other.
We soon leave the morgue, with Dean on the phone. "You were right about this one. It's definitely a job." Says Dean as he hold the phone away from his face before he continues his conversation.
I turn to Sam, as Dean talk on the phone with Bobby. "Sam, I know now's probably not a good time, but how are you doing? We haven't had much time to talk to each other."
He looks down at me confused for a minute before answering, "I'm fine, Olivia, you shouldn't be worried about me. How have you been? You've been unusually quiet lately."
I mental curse at myself for how Sam notices everything, "I'm fine," I shrug it off hoping he will just drop it. I look up to find that his green eyes hold concern. I can tell that he doesn't believe me and is fixing to ask me something, but Dean interrupts.
"Hey, guys. So Bobby said that all of the deaths are connected and he wants us to find the connection." Dean explains to us.
With that being said we head to one of the house where the husband disappeared. Once we arrived at the house the women, Mrs. Whitlow, allowed us to come in.
As of right now Dean is sitting on an ottoman, looking at a framed photo of and old man, who I can only assume is Cliff Whitlow, the husband that disappeared. Sam and I sit in armchairs while Mrs. Whitlow sits on the sofa.
"That's the most recent." Says Mrs. Whitlow to Dean, referring to the picture in his hands.
Dean hands the photo over to us. The photo is of Cliff as a golf tournament champion, Miami Palms June 2009, holding a golf club and trophy. A USMC tattoo is visible on his right arm.
"How long has he been missing?" Sam asks the women sitting across from me.
"Oh, I knew right away when he didn't come home Tuesday night." She explained to him
"Is there someplace he likes to go after work, maybe? A favorite bar?" Mrs. Whitlow laughs at Dean's question and shoot her a confused look.
"No. Tuesdays, he always works a bit late, but he always comes straight home." She reassured us.
"May I use your facilities, ma'am?" Dean ask and she nods her head and he leaves. As me and Sam continue talking to Mrs. Whitlow to keep her distracted. After we chat for a couple of minutes Dean comes back out and say our goodbye and leave the house.
Dean explains what he saw as he drives to Madame Liu's motel, he says that he saw a picture of him at this hotel. When we arrive there, we get out of the Impala and enter the building. The three of us walking along the corridor
"Well, at least he's consistent. Same room every Tuesday, hourly rates." Sam say breaking the silence that the hallway was laced with.
"Hope I got that kind of kick when I'm his age." Dean replies to him.
I roll my eyes at his comment, "Yeah, like either of you will live that long."
"True, but what makes you think you'll live that long?" Dean questions me.
I shrug, "I won't, I already know that."
"So...what do you think's in there?" Sam asks as we stop at the door of room 44, where Mr. Whitlow is suppose to be. We pause, pondering the possibilities that might be in there.
"A wrinkly, gooey corpse." Dean answers.
I pull out my lock pick kit and selects two while Dean and Sam keep watch, while I'm doing this a man starts shouting inside the room.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh! Oh, God!" A man yells from the other side of the door. We all look at each other and slam the door open.
"Hey! What the—" The man, apparently naked, is in bed with a woman, barely dressed.
"Oh." I hear Sam say from beside me.
"God." Dean completes Sam's sentence.
"Awkward." I say lowering the pick lock that was still in my hand and put it in my pocket.
Another woman comes out from under the covers. "It's gooey." Says Sam. Both women flee the bed.
"Sorry. Uh, got the wrong room." Dean says.
"Yeah, we'll just be leaving." I say as I grab the doorknob.
"Close the door!" The man yells.
Dean and I are outside and Sam is about to close the door behind them when he notices something. "Hey."
The Man has a USMC tattoo that looks exactly like Cliff Whitlow's.
"Nice tattoo." I say after realizing what Sam was looking at.
Sam comes back into the room. "Happen to know anybody named Cliff Whitlow?" He questions the man.
The man shakes his head, "Never heard of him."
"Well, that's weird." I say as Sam pull out an ID out of the wallet that was apparently in the man's pants.
"'Cause you're carrying his wallet." I continue.
Dean goes over to the bed and yanks up the covers to look underneath, "Huh." He drops the sheets.
"Your wife told us about your, uh, birthmark there. That's nice. Well, you look great. Cliff. Did you get some work done?"
Cliff shakes his head and sighs, "Could you give us some privacy?"
The two woman are robed now and Dean winks at them, then goes back to glaring at ClIff, while I roll my eyes at him. Cliff, also robbed now, hands one of the girls some money and they leave. He closes the door behind them.
"Please don't tell my wife." He says as soon as he shuts the door.
"Slow down." Dean tells the man.
"I'm begging you. As far as she knows, I'm dead. For the love of God, let's keep it that way."
"How can you possibly be Cliff Whitlow?" I questioned Cliff wanting to know how on Earth he can be Cliff Whitlow.
"I can't tell you." He responded and I rolled my eyes at him and glared.
"Well, either you tell us or we tell the missus." Dean chimes in.
"Okay! Okay! It was a game."
"Like...XBox?" Sam asks.
"Or like cards?" I inquired.
"What's XBox? No, and yes kind of like cards. Poker. High stakes. Instead of cash, you play for years." Cliff explains to us.
I give him a confused look. "What is that supposed to mean?" Dean asks.
"Look, I know it sounds crazy. Guy comes up to me at a bar, invites me to play. Gives me twenty-five of these weirdo poker chips, right? Chants some mumbo jumbo over them, says now they're twenty-five years. I'm laughing, but then I come out up. And look at me."
"What was he chanting?" My twin asks wanting to know the spell.
Cliff laughs, "How should I know? All I know is, my bad hip's good, I threw away my glasses. One of those ladies was here for free! Man's some kind of miracle worker."
"What does this miracle worker look like?" Dean questions the man.
"Just a guy. Maybe thirty-five, brown hair. Irish accent. His name was Patrick."
"Irish." I whisper to myself. I've always loved Irish accents.
"All right, all right. Where's this game at?" Dean asks.
"He said he likes to keep moving. Never stays in one bar long. And he finds you." Cliff explains.
"Thank you, Cliff." I tell him and we head for the door.
Dean turns around to face him again, "Oh, and, uh...stay classy."
We made it out to the street when Dean called Bobby. "It sounds crazy, right?" Dean says through the phone.
I tune out their conversation and turn to Sam, "Can I talk to you?" Sam turns to look down at me with confusion in his eyes.
"You know you can always talk to me right." He says bad I nod.
"Sam, I have to tell you something." He nods at me to continue, "you know the other day when Bobby was in the hospital and I left early and then you guys went to Colorado?" I asked him as I shifted my gaze to look up at him. He nodded so I continued. "I wasn't alone." I say while fidgeting with my fingers.
"Who was with you, Olivia?" Questioned Sam.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, "Lucifer." I tell him and I open my eyes to see his reaction. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was confused but also afraid for me.
"What did he want Olivia?"
I shrugged, "I don't know." I stated. "He didn't say. And then I had this dream." I tell Sam.
"A dream about what?"
"I don't know it was weird, I was reliving a day a school but when I got home it changed and mom was there but she was an Angel and it gave me a riddle." I explained to Sam leaving out a few details.
"What was the riddle?"
"Mom said, '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.' I know it makes no sense."
Sam had this look on his face like he know exactly what the riddle meant. "Actually it makes complete sense." I give him a confused look.
"Well, what does it mean?" I ask and he was about to answer when Dean got off the phone. He tell us that Bobby is coming to help us on this case, and then me and Sam went back to the hotel while Dean went to a local bar.
Sam, as usual is researching, and I lay down on the bed and put in my ear phones and play some music. Without meaning to I fall asleep.
"Olivia, where are you?" I hear Dean calling out for me, as I continue to run.
"Olive?" Sam joins in.
I run down the street and turn the corner when I hear my dad yelling this time. "Olivia, come back here, now!"
This was the first time that I ran away from home, I was ten, I thought I knew what I was doing. I thought I could take care of myself, but I was wrong.
Ignoring the yells from my family, I continue to run, not knowing what I was about to run into. My lungs we protesting, telling me to stop to get some air, but I ignored that as well. I knew that if I stopped they would catch me.
I decided to run away because I had a dream, it was about my mom. It was the night of her death I guess, because she died. I was in the nursery and she was on the ceiling burning, she was screaming or anything, but she said something to me.
She said that I was the reason she died. That if I was never born then she would still be alive, her, Sam, Dean, and Dad would all be happy together.
When I woke up from that dream, I could smell smoke. I don't know it was weird. I quickly got out of bed and rushed to find the boys. I was fixing to walk into the living room when I heard Dean and Dad talking.
"So she set her on fire?" I heard Dean ask. I couldn't see how Dad responded, but Dean spoke up again, " How do we kill it?"
Are they talking about me?
"We kill it the way we always do." Dad explained to Dean. "Now go get your gun, and Sam."
"Yes sir." Dean says and then I hear his footsteps retreat down the hall.
I decide to walk in there now, "I thought I told get get you weapons and your brother." Dad says with his back to me. He turns around and see me instead of Dean, "Oh, it you."
"What are we hunting?" I ask him wanting to help hunt whatever it is.
He shakes his head, "Oh, no. Your not coming. You'll just mess everything up, besides you can't hunt something that you've already found."
After he says that the boys walk in and Sam asks the same question I just asked, but Dad actually answers him. He tell him that they are hunting werewolves.
They leave soon after that, leaving me here alone, just like always. I sigh and sit on the chair. I notice a stack of papers on one of the end tables and reach to grab one. Quickly reading it, I am shocked to see what it says. It is definitely written in Dad's handwriting. It says,
'Olivia Winchester, isn't acting the same lately. I think she's getting those dreams again. I know she probably hates me, but everything I do is to protect her from the world we live in. I know she sees things, like hallucinations, of me yelling at her or the boys ignoring her, or Dean not taking care of her the way he takes care do Sam. I know she has dreams of the night Mary was killed and I know that she blames herself for it, I don't know why because she was six months old, there's wasn't anything she could have done. I don't let her come on hints with us because the monsters know that she's different, that she's somehow more powerful.'
My only guess was that it was one of his journal entries that he ripped out of his book. I read back over it but the words seemed to have changed. It now says that the hunt they went one was to try to kill their abomination of a daughter. I quickly run to my room and grab and change of clothes and head out of the door.
That's why I ran, which lead me here, running from my Dad and brothers. I take another turn down an ally. It was dark, and the air was cold, and seemed to be getting colder as the minutes ticked by. I stopped by a dumpster to catch my breath, when I heard a growl.
They weren't lying about hunting werewolves.
One of the werewolves jump on me and I kicked it off of me. "Whoa, easy there tiger." I voice says from behind me.
I turn around, still weary because of the werewolf behind me, "Dean." I say, "how'd you find me?"
Dean looks down and the clothes he's wearing, "Oh, you think I'm Dean. I see you still haven't figured out the riddle yet, have you?"
Suddenly feeling stupid, "You're the Angel that was possessing my mom in my other dream." I stated. They nodded. "Are you here to give me another riddle?"
Dean smirked, "Only if you want another." He says and I shake my head no, "Well, I'll take that as a yes. Okay this one will help you figure out the first one." He says and I nod. "The first time we met I was a janitor, the second was a mystery, we're about to meet again. The other you have yet to see." He says and then he disappears.
I open my eyes and sit straight up in the bed, breathing heavily. I hear voice outside of the door that belong to Sam, Dean, and Bobby.
I was awake when the three of them opened the door and I heard Bobby say, "No tricks—you actually beat the guy?"
Sam spreads his arms.
"How the hell?"
Sam just smirks at him, "Just lucky."
"What did I miss?" I ask as I sit up in the bed and stretch my arms.
"Well, Dean, here played the poker game with Patrick and lost so he turned old and I had to play to get him his years back." Sam explained to me. I gave him a questioning look.
"You won a poker game? But you suck at poker." I say and Dean nods along with me.
"Hey. I'll see y'all guys later." Sam says and he grabs his jacket.
"Where you going?" I ask him.
"Uh...mm, nowhere." He replied, to which I automatically know he's lying. All three of us look at him. "A booster shot. Don't say it."
Sam leaves, and Dean comes in and puts his burger down.
"Well, I guess we can get the van loaded." Bobby groans.
Dean holds up a finger and clears his throat, "I shouldn't have called you an idiot."
"Which time?"
"I'm sorry. I mean, I actually—I, I—I get it. Getting old ain't a bachelor party. And dealing with the crap you got to deal with—" Dean apologizes and Bobby interrupts him.
"Don't you go on pity patrol."
"I'm not. I'm not. I'm just...I'm saying, you know, if I was in your shoes..."
"You'd never stop complaining." Bobby says and I nod my head knowing that it's mostly likely true.
Dean stares for a moment, "Fair enough. You're not useless, Bobby."
"Yeah, Bobby. I know I wasn't there and I don't really know what you guys are talking about but your definitely not useless." I decided to join the conversation.
"Okay. Good talk." Bobby goes to roll away, but Dean steps in his path.
"No, wait a minute. Listen to me." Dean persists. He sits down and sighs. "You don't stop being a soldier 'cause you got wounded in battle. Okay? No matter what shape you're in, bottom line is, you're family. I don't know if you've noticed, but me and Sam, we don't have much left. I can't do this without you. I can't. So don't you dare think about checking out. I don't want to hear that again."
There was long moment of silence.
"Okay." Was all Bobby had to say to that.
"Okay. Good."
"Thanks. Now, we done feeling our feelings? 'Cause I'd like to get out of this room before we both start growing lady parts."
"Hey! I take offense to that!" I yell at Bobby, he looks at me and give me a look that says sorry.
"Yeah, we're done." Dean confirms. He gets up and he picks up his burger, looks at it, and puts it back down. He picks up his bag. "Let's go, Ironsides." He slings his bag over his shoulder and heads for the door.
"Oh, that one's sticking, huh?"
Dean looks back, smiling, and leaves. Bobby sighs,and I get off of the bed and head out as well hiding the door open for Bobby to exit.
