Chapter 2

Sam and Dean were both sitting at the table when I entered. I could smell the coffee brewing and casually walked over to pour myself a cup, ignoring their stares. I was going to avoid this as long as possible.

"Sit down Olivia." I whipped my head around. It was Sam that spoke. He rarely called me Olivia, it was always Liv or Livy. His tone was stern and his jaw tight. Dean's expression mirrored Sam's. This wasn't just about their rescue mission to help their drunken baby sister. They knew something and they were angry.

I trudged over to the chair opposite them and plopped down keeping my head low. I couldn't look them in the eyes. I felt the heat rising up my neck and to my cheeks. I held my breath so the tears that were forming wouldn't fall. I felt like a child again, preparing myself for the wrath of my father.

"Your advisor called a minute ago." Dean said flatly as he narrowed his eyes.

My head snapped up. That wasn't what I was expecting.

"What?"

Sam cleared his throat. "Because you're still a minor, and we are your guardians, your advisor is obligated to let us know when you are at risk for failing."

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"She said you haven't been participating in classes. Which I find confusing seeing as you go to school three times a week." Dean folded his arms and sat back, his green eyes burning into my soul. They were both staring at me waiting for me to tell them the truth. I was caught. My heart began beating rapidly and I started to panic. There was no way out of this.

"Olivia!" Dean's hand slapped the tables so hard I jumped.

"Okay!" I shot back.

I looked at my hands, trying to gather my words. There was no way to sugar coat it. I was as good as dead.

"I've been hunting." I barely spoke above a whisper.

"Excuse me? I don't think I heard you correctly!" Dean's voice began to rise. I looked up and he was standing, gripping the table to control his anger. He was leaning dangerously close. I looked directly at him and lifted my chin, giving off a false sense of confidence.

"I said. I've been hunting."

We stared at each other in silence.

Sam finally spoke. "You mean to tell me you've been lying to us this entire time?" His expression changed from disappointment to sadness, back to disappointment.

"Sammy…" I whined, reaching my hand out to touch his. He jerked away and stood. Now I had two brothers towering over me in anger.

"I'm so disappointed in you! You promised us that you were done and you've been lying to us for months! What the hell has gotten into you?"

I sat back stunned at his eruption. Sam was always gentle with me and he always took my side no matter the situation. He was my best friend, and I broke his heart and his trust. I couldn't handle it. My eyes flooded with tears. I buried my face in my hands and cried. I cried because I hurt the two men I loved the most, and I cried because I was too damn hungover to be having this conversation in the first place.

"So not only did we have to pick you up from a bar underage and drunk out of your mind, but now we find out you're skipping class and failing school! Oh and lying to us!" Dean exploded. He paced around the kitchen waving his hands as he spoke about how irresponsible and reckless I was acting. I had learned over the years how to tune him out. I couldn't take the shouting anymore and I stood up slamming my fists into the table.

"If you would just stop yelling for five seconds I would be able to explain the situation to you!" I roared. Sam stretched his arms out between Dean and I. "Enough! Just calm down both of you. Yelling at each other is going to get us nowhere." Leave it to Sam to be the voice of reason.

Dean and I looked at Sam and then back at each other, challenging the other to say something.

"Liv, please explain to us what the hell is going on." Sam begged desperately. "We just want to understand."

Dean snorted but didn't say anything.

"Yes, I realize that I promised you I was done hunting after what happened with the nest of Vamps. Yes, I realize that I lied to you. But my friends were in danger and I was the only one that could help them!"

"You know you could've called us." Dean said carefully.

I looked between the two of them and sat down in my chair, resting my elbows on the table and putting my head in my hands. I dug my palms into my eyeballs trying to erase the memories.

"No. I couldn't call you." I whispered.

"Livvy.." Sam was back to his gentle self. He put a hand on my back and rubbed it gently. "You know you can always call us."

I looked up at Sam and gave him a weak smile.

"I wish it was that easy Sammy. I was just caught in a situation where I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and it spiraled from there."