After dinner, they continued with their research until they couldn't feign alertness anymore and Olivia shuffled the boys off to bed before heading to her room. Sam smiled smugly at his two tinier siblings playfully squabbling over bedtimes as he retreated into his own, his belly full of good food and his brain full of questions. Dean, on the other hand, was not used to being mothered/sistered, so having his figurative and literal little sister usher him to his room was a new concept. He had not had someone tell him to go to bed in thirty years, it was strange. She even forced the both of them to brush their teeth properly, floss, and gargle while she watched to make sure they did it right! Dean hadn't thought his breath was that bad, but his baby sister said otherwise and marched both brothers into the bathroom for a good teeth scrubbing.

Olivia kissed them both good night on their cheeks, and both brothers settled in to sleep happily, if slightly indignant at Olivia's reaction to their hygiene and sleeping habits. However, when Sam woke around 2:30 in the morning to use the restroom, he felt something… off. The air felt different, and once Sam had finished his business, he went into the main library room. Olivia's laptop was on the table, its sleep light pulsing gently in the Grand Canyon of books she always surrounded herself with. But something was missing. Sam took a closer look.

Her glasses. They were gone. And she had said she needed those to drive.

Fully waking up, Sam bolted to the front door. The Impala was there, still with the drying angel sigils on the hood, but her Prius was gone.

"Dean!" Sam called, scrambling back to his room to put on some pants and a jacket. On his way there, though, he noticed something else by her laptop. Her little purple photo album lay on top of one of the smaller piles of books, and on it was a little note in her cutesy cursive with hearts over the i's. Sam picked it up and read it easily now that his eyes had adjusted to the dark.

Password is BeanTamOllie84. I love you both more than anything.

Olivia.

"DEAN!" Sam roared, collecting the photo album and note and running to his brother's door. He banged on it until Dean's grumpy face emerged, bleary and clearly unhappy.

"What?!" Dean barked, but when he saw Sam's panicked face he felt a little twinge of guilt.

"She's gone," Sam said, urgently shoving the album and the note into Dean's hand and running to grab pants and his jacket. One quick glance at the note woke Dean right up, and he grabbed a pair of jeans and his jacket as well. Both of them were in the Impala and screaming down the dirt road within two minutes.

The tense silence was finally broken when Dean asked, "Where the hell could she have gone?" Sam noticed the little catch in his voice, but knowing Dean as well as he did, he didn't point it out.

"I have no idea. I just hope she took her weapons," Sam replied, and Dean nodded.

"Do you think Naomi already got her?"

"Hard to say. I wish Cass was here, he could find Naomi," Sam sighed before Dean jerked the car so hard that Sam's head slammed against the headrest.

"OW, DEAN, SHI-"

"She's right there!" Dean pointed out Sam's window, and they both saw it. Three angels - Naomi and two others they didn't recognize - seemed to be trapped in some sort of summoning circle like a crossroads demon and in front of them was a very defeated-looking Olivia. Dean moved to open his car door, but Sam held onto his arm and gave him a look that said for him to wait. Both men kept one hand on their door handle and the other on their guns though.

It seemed to them that they got there very soon after Olivia summoned them because she didn't notice the sounds of the car, likely due to the yelling from the angels. Olivia held up a hand to silence them, and the brothers heard her say, "So, you've been looking for me, I hear."

"I have," Naomi sniffed, almost looking to be in pain. Dean reasoned that was likely because the Impala's sigils were so close.

"Well, I'm here," Olivia said in a cold tone that neither of the brothers had heard before, "What do you want from me?"

"I have been tasked with collecting you and finding the culprit responsible for your release," Naomi clarified, "Your soul will be sequestered back into the vault, and any memories of you will disappear."

Olivia visibly flinched, but her steely-eyed look didn't waver. "And I don't have a say in this? What if I want to stay? I'm a Winchester. I can help."

"You'd also be upsetting the balance of time, Winchester!" Naomi snapped, "Your family is dangerous!"

"But it's MY family!" Olivia yelled back, stalking towards the stiff celestial beings. The two angels flanking Naomi almost cowered away from her, but the redhead stood her ground.

"It shouldn't be!" Naomi argued, "You shouldn't be here! Azazel saw to that. You never existed before two days ago. Your memories are fabricated from an alternate timeline of what could have been. Your body is constructed from an imbalance of matter. You are a walking anomaly, Winchester girl."

"MY NAME IS OLIVIA!" Olivia bellowed into the angels' faces, "Olivia Millie Winchester!"

"You are an unclaimed Null Soul, missing from slot number 34-8719.314A in the Null Souls Vault in Heaven, nothing more," Naomi sneered angrily, "And you will be returning with us." With a quick wave of her hand, Naomi and her cronies became unbound and they converged on Olivia. She quickly pulled out two guns and aimed them at the angels, but when Sam and Dean saw that her hands were shaking, they leaped out of the car, their guns drawn as well.

"Freeze!" Dean barked, and the angels did as commanded. Olivia looked over at her brothers, and they could see that it was taking everything she had in her not to cry.

"You're not taking her anywhere," Sam said, and Naomi scowled at him.

"She summoned us here, Samuel. She knew she would be going if we found her," she said, directing her gaze back at Olivia. "I don't know why she's putting up such a fight. Or rather… a lack of one."

Sam and Dean both looked back at their sister to see that the dam had broken. Tears streamed down her face, and the hands holding her guns shook so badly that the weapons dropped to the ground, though her arms stayed frozen in front of her. When noise finally came out of her, it was a scream, primal and raw, that echoed in the sparse trees surrounding them, and she fell trembling to her knees. Sam put away his gun and dove for her while Dean kept his eyes trained on the angels, though he too moved closer to her.

However, Sam never made it to her. Naomi swept her arm and sent Sam flying back towards Dean as she stalked over to where Olivia sat in despair. Olivia looked up at the businessy angel with resignation, her eyes so bloodshot that she looked like a demon and tears like rivers on her face.

"They won't remember me?" she asked, and Naomi softened for a moment and shook her head. "They won't know I love them?"

"No."

"Olivia, don't go with her!" Dean cried, helping Sam stand while still keeping a gun trained on Naomi.

"Please! We want you to stay," Sam called out desperately. Olivia turned her head towards them, her eyes hollow and haunted, and tried to smile.

"I want to stay too. But…" She said honestly, then looked back up at Naomi. "Will it hurt?"

Naomi nodded dispassionately, suddenly feeling a little guilty. "I will have to disassemble your physical form and extract your soul. You'll unfortunately be ripped apart, atom by atom."

Olivia sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. "I love you, Dean. I love you, Sam. Always."

"OLIVIA!" Both brothers screamed but were held back by Naomi's supporting cast as they struggled to get closer to their sister. All Olivia did was remain kneeling, her eyes closed, waiting, and Naomi reached a hand for her forehead.

"I'm sorry, Winchesters."