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"You literally just got back from Missouri!" Liv protested. She was tired of watching him pack his bags, tired of watching him and Sam drive away, tired of never knowing when he'd be back.

Dean tossed another shirt into the duffel bag and didn't respond. She could see how tense and tight his jaw was. He always packed like an idiot but she wasn't going to help him; she was too angry to care about wrinkled flannels and how quickly he'd run out of underpants.

"Why can't I come along?" she whined. She fiddled with one of the pillows; the pillowcase was frayed along the edges and she was only making it worse, pulling and tugging on the loose strings until they fell away from the fabric.

He stopped packing long enough to glare at her. "You sound like a three year old," he said, grimly.

Liv's eyebrows raised in anger and disbelief. "A three year old?" she questioned, unable to mask her annoyance.

"Yeah, a three year old. A little kid. A whiny little kid," he answered. He had stopped packing entirely and was staring at her with his hands on his hips.

"I sound like a little kid because I'm tired of you leaving?" she said. Her tone was immeasurably more imposing than her stature.

Dean nodded, rapidly. "Exactly."

Liv stood slowly, her eyes narrowing. She was fuming, internally, but struggled to remain calm and poised, on the outside.

"Okay, Dean, let me get this straight." Dean stopped nodding, abruptly and took a few steps back. "You've been back for two days and now, in the middle of this whole leviathan disaster, you're planning a nice, brotherly-bonding trip to Vegas with Sam, which I'm not invited to, probably because you're planning on spending the entire time in various strip clubs and bars, chasing tail that I'm sincerely hoping you don't intend to catch, and you're saying I'm acting like a little kid because I'm pissed off about it? Meanwhile, I get to hang out here in this piece of shit cabin that smells like mold and pine sol, on house arrest for the rest of my life because you and Bobby are convinced I'm going to be abducted and killed the second I come into contact with the outside world. Is that right? Are we on the same page?"

As she spoke, her voice grew louder and more hostile. Her fists were balled up, the knuckles white from exertion. It grew harder and harder to stay calm and, by the time she finished, her voice quavered with the effort.

Dean's hands dropped from his waist and hung, limply, at his sides. His eyes widened and his face became blank. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he seemed to have finally grasped the implications of his actions.

"Well, when you put it that way…" he began but, in that instant, she had jumped away from the bed and was standing in front of him. The top of her head barely reached his shoulders but he backed away again, his eyes popping open even further.

Liv reached up and, with the tip of her right, index finger, poked him furiously in the chest, several times.

"Hey! Stop that; that hurts!" Dean said, his face scrunching up in annoyance. "Hey - ow!"

Liv didn't stop. "You, Dean Winchester, are a real dick," she said, emphasizing each word with another jab of her finger. She would have punched him instead, but knew she'd only end up hurting herself.

After a full minute of them staring at either other, neither backing down, Liv scowled and stormed past him. "I'm going to talk to Sam," she said, darkly.

Sam was no help.

"Things have been crazy," he said. "Dean needs to get away for a little while."

Liv frowned. "Away from me, you mean?"

He shook his head, smiling kindly at her. "No, that's not what I mean. He needs to get away from everything. Besides, it's tradition; it's important to him."

Liv tapped her fingertips on the table. They were sitting in the kitchen, each with a mug of hot coffee in front of them. Molly, who had healed beautifully from her injuries, sat on the floor between them, basking in their attention. They each kept reaching down to stroke the dogs head or chin. Liv knew that, while she was still Molly's favorite person, Sam was an extremely close second.

After a moment of consideration, Liv groaned and lowered her head to the table top. "He was right; I am being whiny, aren't I?"

Sam laughed and patted her hand.

"Nah, you're fine. You put up with a lot of shit, more than any other chick would, I bet. And not just from him, from all of us."

"You'll keep an eye on him, won't you?" Liv asked, peering up at him.

"Of course. But you know you don't have anything to worry about, right?" Sam said, gently.

Liv shrugged. "I know, but still."

"Listen, if it makes you feel any better, I won't take my eyes off him. Deal?"

"Deal," she said, finally able to smile.

Liv slumped back onto the hard, dusty couch and settled in for her fourth viewing, since the boys had been gone, of her favorite movie 30 Days of Night. Bobby watched part of it with her, the first time, but kept laughing at the inaccuracies and she finally had to send him away. Molly stayed, curled up at Liv's feet, and snuck pieces of microwave popcorn as they fell from the bowl on the coffee table. Liv loved the movie, and found it comforting, even as she burst into tears each time she witnessed the brave hero reduced to ash in the final moments, dying in his loving wife's arms as the sun rose.

She was actually considering a new movie, maybe Dawn of the Dead, when her cell phone chirped. After a few frantic moments of searching, and eventually finding it lodged between a back cushion and the arm of the couch, she was able to read the message, which was from Dean. He had been calling and texting faithfully, as had Sam, to assure her that they were both alright and neither had ended up in jail.

How's it going? the message read. Liv smirked, and debated telling him that things had gone to hell and she was chained to a wall but, thankfully, realized how tasteless it would be. Instead, she told him things were still fine, that Bobby was out running some errands for another hunter and that she missed him terribly. After he confirmed that he, too, was counting the moments til they saw each other again, she dropped her phone on the table and leaned back to watch her movie.

Not five minutes later, her phone beeped again. This time, the message was from Sam. He was doing great as well and he promised that Dean was behaving. Liv chuckled when she texted him back, asking if he had met any cute girls. Sam responded saying no, but he had run into a young lady from his past who he was trying to avoid. Liv felt a bit of sympathy for the girl, knowing how easy it was to fall for the charming, handsome, frighteningly masculine Winchester brothers, but she knew that Sam would let her down easy. He was almost too nice.

When Sam messaged that he was going to get he and Dean a couple drinks and that he would talk to her later, Liv re-situated herself on the couch and pressed play on the remote.

She had only gotten through another five minutes, the vampires hadn't even shown up yet, when a heavy knocking at the door interrupted her. Molly barked halfheartedly in response.

Liv groaned and rolled off of the couch, letting her blanket drop. The wood floor was cold on her bare feet as she padded toward the door.

"What's wrong, Bobby, lost your key?" she giggled. The door didn't have any lock to speak of but the cabin was so heavily warded that it didn't matter. Liv was no longer frightened of human predators; Dean had shown her how to use a gun and she knew all of the seventy or so hidden stashes in the building.

She only had a second to wonder why Bobby was back so early as she pulled open the door, and was about to ask him if he'd cut his trip short, when she realized that someone else stood on the other side of the threshold.

"Oh," Liv said, shortly.

"Hello, darling," Crowley answered, a wide grin spreading across his face. "May I come in?"

Liv was almost mesmerized by his eyes; they were mischievous but didn't seem evil in the slightest. She knew she shouldn't invite him in, didn't think it even really mattered, but it seemed rude not to. And she wasn't afraid of him, inexplicably.

"Yes, of course," she said, stepping away from the doorway.

"The wards," he said, motioning around the door frame. "Do you know how to remove them?"

Liv shook her head, apologetically. "No, I'm sorry."

Crowley shrugged and took a step back. "No worries. Perhaps we can sit on the porch together and chat?"

"Sure," Liv said. She looked down at the border between the inside of the house and the front porch before taking the step that would lead her outside, beyond the protection of Bobby's wards. A small part of her knew she was being foolish, but the rest of her couldn't help feeling unafraid and only curious. "What did you want to talk about?"

Crowley walked toward the porch swing and motioned for her to sit. Rather than join her, he leaned back against the railing and crossed one ankle over the other. Liv lowered herself onto the seat of the swing and pulled her knees up, wrapping her arms around them.

"Olivia, my dear, I'd like to talk about you."

Liv smiled, hesitantly. "What about me?"

Crowley eyed her, guardedly. Liv wished she knew what he was thinking but he masked all emotion. "You're a special girl, aren't you?"

She narrowed her eyes, uncertain and suspicious of what he was implying. "Special how?"

He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled down at her. "I sense something… something anomalous about you."

Liv frowned, unsure of whether or not she should be offended. "There's nothing wrong with me…"

"Oh, no, not at all," Crowley said, boisterously. "There is absolutely nothing wrong about what I see in you. On the contrary, I think you're an amazing individual."

"I don't really know why you would think that but thanks," Liv said. She still had no idea what their chat was about or where he was going with his odd compliments.

"No, I don't suppose you know or understand why I'm drawn to your… aura."

He didn't continue and she didn't know what to say in response; it was such an odd comment. Finally, she could bear the silence no more. "I'm sorry, Mr. Crowley, I'm just really confused. Is there something I can do for you?"

"I'd like to talk about your brother," Crowley said, interrupting her.

Liv shut down immediately. She didn't like talking about Oliver, hated it even. She had always felt like something was missing from her life and she knew, without a doubt, it was caused by the loss of her twin brother. She didn't remember him dying but she remembered HIM, being with him and feeling complete.

"Why?" she asked, her voice monotone and flat.

"You were just a child when he died, weren't you?" Crowley asked, ignoring her question.

Liv nodded.

"And the death was ruled as natural. Cardiac arrest, if I'm not mistaken?"

Liv nodded, again. She had seen the death certificate.

"You were the only person present at the time, isn't that right?" Crowley continued in a cautious tone.

"My mom was there," Liv said. She stared down at her knees.

Crowley nodded and pressed his palms together at his chest. "But, she'd stepped out. So, it was just you and little Oliver. Yes?"

"I guess so," Liv answered.

Crowley was quiet for another moment, but Liv didn't break the silence, again. She was too lost in the few, disjointed memories she still had of her brother. She jumped when Crowley spoke again.

"Do you remember anything about his death, anything at all?"

Liv looked up at him, trying to discern what any of this had to do with him and why he would even care. "No, I don't remember anything. Why?"

Crowley shrugged and shook his head. "Curiosity, darling. Nothing more."

"How do you know about Oliver?" Liv asked.

He smiled. "I know everything about you, Olivia. I've been studying you; you're my new project."

Liv laughed, briefly forgetting her ennui. "Why on earth would you be interested in my boring life?"

"But your life is anything but boring. I'd like to learn everything about you. In fact, that's why I've come. I have a question to ask you."

"What question?"

Crowley stepped away from the railing and kneeled before her, taking her hands in his. Liv was surprised by how warm his fingers felt.

"Would you like to come and live with me, Olivia?"

She laughed at his question but froze when she saw the significance in his eyes.

"You're serious?" she asked.

"I am. I'd like to you come and stay at my castle, where I can learn more about you."

Liv's eyebrows cocked, dramatically. "Your castle? Of course, you have a castle…" She shook her head.

"I can keep you safe, Olivia. Dean can't do that, but I can. This world is about to get extremely dangerous, far more dangerous than they can handle. But, I can," he continued, emphasizing each word.

"That's really, very nice of you, Mr. Crowley. And I appreciate the offer, I honestly do, but I don't think it's a very good idea…" Liv stood slowly, inching away from him and toward the door. She still wasn't afraid, but she was uneasy. Whatever she had initially expected from his visit, it wasn't an invitation to live in a castle while he studied her like a thesis and leviathan took over the world.

Crowley laughed as she tiptoed away from him. "Olivia, darling, I can't make you come with me, unfortunately. If you choose to stay here in this ramshackle box as it threatens to fall down around you, I can't change your mind or force you to do otherwise, as much as I'd like to. But I implore you to please, at least consider my offer, won't you?"

Liv believed him, as crazy as it sounded, but she believed he wouldn't take her against her will.

"I'll think about it," she said, not meaning it but wanting the conversation to end. Talking about Oliver was emotionally draining. All she wanted to do was lie down on the couch and finish her movie.

"That's all I ask," Crowley said and bowed.

"It was nice talking to you, again," she said, falsely, as she reached the door and pushed it open.

"Always my pleasure," he answered. Liv looked down at the door handle for only a fraction of a second but when she looked up, he was gone.