This is the final chapter of this installment of Supernatural: Sister Edition. I plan on a few more stories featuring Olivia being inserted into or in between other episodes of the show. But I wanted to express gratitude for so many people reading. I certainly did not expect it.

Olivia has been very special to write, and I'm happy that people like her. I like to think she fits in with Sam and Dean - sort of. After all, her Tam-Tam and Bean were a little different. But she loves them anyways.

In any case, thanks for reading. The Winchester siblings will be back, promise. Just may take some time.

Angels flanked the brothers, keeping them still with their power. Olivia, broken and dejected, sat motionless, ready to be erased. And Naomi's hand reached out for their sister.

Screams echoed out in the clearing, but not from the one expected. A bright golden light seared out from Olivia's forehead where Naomi was touching her, but it was Naomi that shrieked in pain. The golden light seemed to eat at the angel's arm, and all the others - angel and brothers alike - could do was watch in awe as something protected Olivia from being erased by Naomi. The lead angel's eyes emitted a similar golden glow, and shiny tears like molten gold trickled from her eyes.

After nearly her whole arm was engulfed in the burning light, Naomi was able to yank her arm away, and she retreated from a stunned Olivia, panting heavily. The two angels that had accompanied her ran over to Naomi to keep her steady, and Sam and Dean used this distraction to block Olivia from them.

Naomi panted, her arm limp at her side, "She… is protected. I can't… send her back." She pointed her other arm at Olivia, and they looked. Emblazoned in gold light on her forehead, chest, and arms were golden symbols that none of them could read. Sam noted that the letters looked very similar to those on the Tablet, but that wasn't important to him now. Olivia stared down at her arms, her eyes wide and tears dried, then gazed back up at her brothers as the lettering faded.

"I can stay?" she asked, not looking at anyone but Sam and Dean.

"I can't make you leave without being burned to cinders, so yes," Naomi said reluctantly, and Olivia leaped to her feet to hug her brothers. They quickly caught her and held her tight, promising that they would be mad at her later and letting their own tears fall silently.

The family heard a soft, "Be careful, Winchesters," before they no longer felt the presence of the angels and they continued to hug, just holding one another in happy silence.

"You are so grounded," Dean said when they reached the bunker again. Olivia had driven her Prius back in front of the Impala so they could keep an eye on her, and they immediately shuffled her back into their home. This time, the brothers pushed her to her room, and she just giggled wearily, letting them take charge.

"He's not kidding, you are in huge trouble," Sam confirmed, and Olivia nodded. They reached her bedroom door, and she turned around and hugged them again, which they readily joined.

"I know. I love you guys," she said, "and I deserve you being mad at me. I just… If my existence was as big of a problem as you said… I didn't want the world to explode because of me…"

She makes it really hard to be mad at her, both Winchester boys thought as they hugged her more tightly.

"We'd deal with it," Sam said assuringly, "All three of us have been to Hell and back, what else could happen?"

"And it looks like someone didn't want you to leave anyways," Dean said.

"I wonder who?" Olivia pondered, reluctantly releasing her brothers and yawning, "Maybe the same person who let me out?" All three of them shrugged; they were too tired to figure it out. After one more round of hugs, they all departed into their separate rooms.

Dean didn't even bother to take off his jeans as he flopped onto his bed. He looked at his clock; 3:17 a.m.

Breakfast had better be damn delicious, he mentally growled as he tried his best to get back to sleep despite the happy floaty feeling in his chest at the moment. He was nearly there when he felt a buzz in his jeans pocket. He pulled out his phone and saw that he had a text alert.

From Crowley.

Dean bolted upright and quickly opened the text message.

So Tinkerbell found you. No, it wasn't me. I'm not that nice. The new Shurley book is quite the read, though.

Dean tried to wrap his brain around what Crowley was saying (not to mention the fact that the nickname Tinkerbell fit Olivia pretty well), but exhaustion won out, and he drifted off to sleep before decoding the King of Hell's text.

And the next morning, he didn't remember.