A/N: This chapter's shorter, next one should be a bit longer! Enjoy!

Chapter 20

"He'll be fine, he's already starting to snap out of it. I would suggest, however, that he keep out of the sun for a while, meaning he shouldn't be joining in the activities. I want him to go directly back to the cabin and relax." The nurse replied.

"I told him that in the first place." Ben muttered.

"Maybe he'll listen this time, seeing as he made a complete fool of himself out there earlier."

"It wasn't his fault." Sam returned.

"Well, he wouldn't have gotten into such a state if he'd listened to Ben in the first place." The nurse spoke sternly.

Sam sighed. "Can we see him?"

"Yeah, sure, go on in." The nurse waved her hand at the door.

Dean sighed, and stared at the ceiling, the sharp white assaulting his senses. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, but opened them when he felt a splash of water on his face. Olivia stared at him, dipping her fingers into a glass of water and flicking the liquid at him.

Dean jumped at seeing the girl's face so close to his once again.

"Damn, girl! What'd I tell you about that?" Dean snapped.

"Nothing." Olivia smirked and tossed some more water at him.

"Stop that!" Dean hissed.

"You're no fun." Olivia replied setting the glass aside and clambering up on the examination bed next to him, before getting on her knees.

The girl then went about hopping on the hard mattress a bit, smiling and watching him all the while.

"Stop, stop, stop! Listen, kid, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean asked.

Olivia stopped bouncing and collapsed onto her back next to Dean, turning her head toward him.

"So, how're you feeling?" The girl asked, ignoring Dean's question.

"I'd feel a lot better if you weren't here at this moment."

"You're supposed to be getting some rest." Olivia said.

"Kinda hard when I've got an eight year old tormenting me."

"I don't torment."

"Then what do you call this?"

"Keeping you company?"

"I don't need any company."

"Sure you do, everyone needs company."

"I don't, not right now."

Dean hissed and brought his hand to his head, squinting at the pain.

"Does your head hurt?" Olivia asked.

"Yes, and your constant talking isn't making it any better." Dean replied.

"Oh, sorry." Olivia apologized and fell silent.

Dean sighed and closed his eyes, ignoring the small girl laying next to him. Silence fell over the room and the oldest Winchester felt himself dipping into sleep.

"So, are you gonna help me find Lola?" Olivia suddenly piped up.

Dean groaned as the voice pulled him back and he turned to the girl.

"Ask me later." Dean replied and turned on his side to face away from the child, closing his eyes once again.

Olivia rolled her eyes and leapt on Dean's side, her hair falling around her face and she stared the oldest Winchester in the face, not offering to move.

"It's later." Olivia said.

"Not later enough." Dean growled and pulled the pillow over his head.

A mischievous glint appeared in the young girl's eyes and she rolled off of the man and slid to the floor, grabbing the glass of water and moving to the opposite side of the bed. She stuck her fingertips into it and flung the water at him.

"Olivia, knock it off." Dean said through the pillow.

She flicked some more water at him and he rolled to his other side, the pillow still pulled firmly over his head. Olivia shrugged and moved to the other side of the bed and continued her antics.

"Olivia!" Dean whined.

There was a sound at the door and Olivia grinned before tossing the lot of the water at the oldest brother, sending him shouting to sit and cursing wildly at her.

"Damn it, if you were corporeal, I'd show you!" Dean shouted and Olivia simply sat atop the bedside table, laughing.

"And how would you do that?" Olivia asked.

Dean gritted his teeth and shook his arms to get the water off of them.

"You don't wanna know!"

"Sure I do, tell me!" Olivia grinned.

Dean slipped from the soaked bed and swayed on uncertain legs before grabbing the table for support and staring daggers at the young child who was smiling at him innocently.

"Dean! What are you doing out of bed?" Sam asked, hurrying over to where his brother stood.

Dean turned quickly to face Sam and Ben, who were standing in the doorway, flanked by the nurse and the campers from cabin fifteen.

"Um...uh...I was just...uh looking for some dry sheets." Dean replied.

"What do you need dry sheets for...oh...how'd your bed get wet?" Ben questioned, his eyes falling on the damp bedspread.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Dean said.

"You guys keep telling me that, but nobody will tell me anything." Ben stated, slightly annoyed. He had a right to know what was going on in his camp, or at least he thought he did.

Olivia splashed some more water on Dean from behind.

"Damn it Olivia, knock it off!" Dean snapped.

"Geeze, someone needs a nap." Olivia returned.

"You see I would be taking a nap if you weren't here."

"Okay, sorry, Dean, we'll leave if that's what you want." Ben said, taken aback by Dean's odd behaviour.

"No, stay. I wasn't talking to you guys anyway."

"Right, you were talking to..."

"Olivia."

"Olivia, okay, does Olivia have a last name?" Ben asked, finding the name familiar.

Dean turned to where Olivia was still flicking water at him.

"Hey kid, you got a last name?" Dean asked, glaring at the water glass.

"Doesn't everybody?" Olivia asked, setting the glass aside.

"Yes, everybody does, but what's yours? Ben wants to know."

"Ben already knows, unless he's forgotten, which he could have, he is pretty old."

"Not that old." Dean returned.

"Whatever."

"Uh she hasn't told me yet." Dean spoke.

Olivia sighed and rolled her eyes, slipping down to the tile floor beneath her. She walked the short distance across the room and cast her eyes up at Ben, who was watching Dean expectantly. Olivia turned back to Dean.

"Tennett. Olivia Tennett." The child replied.

"Tennett. Her last name's Tennett." Dean responded.

Ben's face paled. "That can't be right, I knew Olivia Tennett."

"That's what she said her last name was." Dean replied.

"Olivia Tennett is dead." Ben hissed, his dark eyes taking on a hollow look.

"Dead or not, she's driving me nuts." Dean said.

"Did somebody put you up to this?" Ben snapped.

"No, nobody put me up to anything, Ben." Dean returned, surprised at the sudden anxious and stormy demeanor of the camp director.

"Then how did you get that name?"

"I told you, she's driving me nuts, if I wasn't crazy before, I just might be by the time my fried brain cools down!" Dean hissed, swaying on his feet and backing into the bed.

Olivia started giggling wildly and Dean glared at her.

"What's so funny?" The oldest brother asked.

"Egg brain! You're brain's like a fried egg!" Olivia laughed, backing into Ben, who jerked away as he felt a chill race through him.

"There! You felt that didn't you! She just backed into you...after she called me an...an egg brain." Dean muttered.

Several of the campers from cabin fifteen started laughing and a smirk flickered quickly over Sam's concerned face.

"Dean, why don't you get back in bed?" Ben asked slowly, his face still pale and Dean could see the man's hands trembling as he held one up.

"You know Olivia Tennett, she told me that you found her and Will in the river. Thirty years ago, wasn't it?" Dean replied.

Ben's eyes flashed with fear as he recalled that frightful night.

"How do you know that?" Ben asked, his voice a bit above a whisper.

"Because she told me!" Dean responded.

"She couldn't have told you, Olivia Tennett is dead!" Ben replied and turned away, leaving the medical cabin quickly, the door slamming shut behind him.

Olivia watched the door.

"It looks like he needs a nap too." The girl said and Dean sighed, sinking to sit on the wet sheets.