Chapter 3

"Come on Liv! Loosen up!" Abby's blue eyes danced mischievously as she handed me the bottle of whiskey. "Sam and Dean are out of town, they aren't going to know you've been drinking unless you tell them." She took my phone out of my hand and shoved it under her bed. "And that's not going to happen. Now come on!"

I eyed her cautiously. "Alright fine." I grabbed the bottle from her, taking a long swig. The warm burn of whiskey filled my throat. I chocked back a cough.

"Atta girl!" Abby jumped up and put her hands out, her bright red curls bouncing as she did so. "I have an idea!"

I rolled my eyes. "Abby, your ideas never end well. Especially your drunk ideas."

Abby laughed and tossed her curls behind her placing both hands on her hips in mock offense. "Excuse me but my ideas are amazing. Now get up!" She commanded.

I giggled and took her hands. The booze warmed my entire body making me feel relaxed and weightless. Abby lead me down the hall and towards her basement. Abby's family had just bought a new house and were going to be away that first weekend, so of course they invited me to keep Abby company. Abby was my best friend. We met the year before as seniors in high school. We were both extremely smart and extremely young to be getting ready for college so we connected instantly. We were only a month apart in age and were more like sisters than friends. She was the sister I had always dreamed about but never had. Abby's mother was a nurse, and her father a lawyer. They were the all American family. Sam and Dean trusted Abby's parents. They were normal. They were safe. I knew they felt bad that I was being raised by my older brothers so they let me stay over and fed me often. In their minds, I was a teenage girl whose dad ran out on her and left her to be raised by her gigantic brothers that worked in pest control. Ha! Pest control. It was laughable, but they believed it. Plus it was partly true.

We were halfway down to the basement when something felt wrong. I brushed it off and blamed the booze, but as we got closer and closer to the bottom of the stairs, the hairs on the back of my neck began to rise.

Shit this wasn't good.

"Abby what are we doing down here? Don't you find this creepy?" We reached the bottom of the stairs and I kicked into hunter mode, noticing my surroundings, the exits, the fastest way to get Abby and myself to safety if something happened.

Abby didn't seem to notice. "Neat huh? I swear it's haunted. My parents keep telling me I have been watching too many horror movies but I mean look at this!" She spread her arms wide and twirled around giggling. She was definitely drunk. Suddenly she stopped. "I almost forgot the best part!" She ran past me and over to the old rickety shelf that was barely hanging on to the wall. She started shuffling around but it was too dark for me to see clearly what she was doing. She turned around with a blanket over her hands, coming back into the light. Smiling she ripped the blanket off her hands "Ta-Da!" Underneath the blanket was a Talking Board.

"A what?!" Dean and Sam shouted at the same time, rudely interrupting me.

"Would you just let me finish?" I was getting impatient. I wanted to finish this confession already. They could murder me later.

My breath hitched in my throat. "Abby. No. We aren't doing this." I shook my head and tried to take the board from her but she ripped it away from my grasp.

"What are you scared?" She mocked.

"Abby, this is dangerous you don't understand." I warned

Abby tossed her head back and closed her eyes. "Good God Liv you've been watching too many horror movies. This is fake. Come on let's just have some fun."

Before I could respond the lights above our heads flickered.

Shit.

"Abby listen to me, this isn't a good idea." I didn't give her the time to answer before I grabbed her hand and tried to drag her up the stairs.

"Liv! Liv! Olivia! What the hell are you doing?" She tried to shake my hand out of my tight grasp as the lights continued to flicker. I reached for the doorknob, but it was locked.

"Fuck!" I muttered. "Abby I know this is a weird question, but do you have any salt down here?"

Stunned Abby pointed to the bottom of the stairs. "There is some in our food storage I think but why do you need it?"

I didn't answer and dragged her back down the stairs. Before she could speak, I stood her in the middle of the room firmly.

"Don't fucking move." I warned and ran over to the cabinet that held their emergency food supplies. Aha! I grabbed the salt and quickly made a circle around her. She stood there stunned and speechless. My eyes darted around the cold, dark and damp room, searching for anything iron. Almost as if on cue I saw a busted pipe laying on the ground next to the broken washer and dryer. Abby's dad was in the process of fixing them and usually cleaned up after himself. Thank God he didn't today. I ran towards the pipe and was knocked off my feet by an unseen force.

"Olivia Winchester. What a wonderful surprise."

I tried to catch my breath as I was hunched over on all fours. Great, a fucking demon. The voice didn't sound familiar. Must be new.

"Liv what is going on? Who is this woman?" Abby was genuinely terrified now. Her face went pale.

Before I could stand I began to whisper, "Exorcizamus te, omni immundus spiritus"

"What the hell are you doing?!" The demon panicked. She was definitely new at this.

I spun around and stared at the blonde bitch in front of me. Her hair was long and her skin fair. She looked almost angelic. I screamed, still hunched over, before anything could happen to Abby.

"SATANICA POTESTAS, OMNIS INCURSIO INFERNALIS ADVERSARII, OMNIS LEGIO, OMNIS CONGREGATIO ET SECTA DIABOLICA!"

The demon threw its head back and let out scream as black smoke left its body and the woman dropped to the floor. I looked up at Abby who had passed out. Thank God. Quickly, I stood up and dragged the unknown woman out of the basement and into the woods behind Abby's house. She would wake up and be able to walk to wherever she needed to go. Maybe she wouldn't even remember what happened. Hopefully. When I got back into the basement Abby was still passed out on the floor. I had to get her out of the basement. Abby was small for a seventeen year old and was often mistaken for being twelve. I pulled her onto my back and dragged her up the stairs. We made it to the living room and I threw her on the couch. I had to make this seem like a bad dream. After covering her haphazardly with blankets, I cleaned up the mess downstairs and returned to the living room. My heart was racing. Damn what a rush. I laid on the floor of the living room and listened to Abby's snoring as my mind swirled. What did this demon want with me? I thought that Crowley had called the demons off of the Winchesters. This couldn't be good. I promised Dean and Sam that I wouldn't hunt anymore, but in that moment I knew I had no choice. I had to protect myself and my brothers. Someone was after me.

"So that's what happened. The next morning I played it off as a drunken nightmare to Abby. She was too hammered to believe that it could've been real anyway. After that it was like an itch I couldn't scratch. I started doing little cases on the side. Nothing huge, mostly ghosts, and I always had someone with me. " I left out the part about the demon calling me by name, or that I was hunting demons at all. I didn't want to scare them. It was probably nothing anyway. Everyone, or everything, knew who the Winchesters were. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I clasped my hands in my lap and glanced at my brothers waiting for their response. Sam and Dean looked at me, then to each other processing what I had told them.

Sam shifted in his seat. "A demon?" He looked genuinely confused.

Dean shook his head and stood up again. "A demon Olivia?" He started pacing around the kitchen again. Pacing was how you could tell a Winchester was really pissed. I was surprised there wasn't a permanent track in our kitchen.

"Really? That's all you got out of this?" I rolled my eyes. Typical. "I saved my best friend's life! AND my own! No one was hurt. Besides, how was I supposed to call you when I didn't have my phone AND YOU WERE IN FUCKING NEBRASKA!" I stood, shaking in rage.

Sam grabbed my arm and yanked me into my chair, shocking the hell out of both Dean and me. His hazel eyes burned with anger. He slammed his hands onto the table and leaned in so close to my face that I flinched. He looked mad enough to hit me.

"Listen to me Olivia. " He growled at me through clenched teeth. "You were damn lucky that demon wasn't experienced. You could've been killed." He paused and looked away, trying to keep it together. "What do you think that would've done to us?" He pointed at Dean who was now leaning against the sink with his mouth slightly ajar. He was just as stunned as I was that Sam was laying into me like this. "We almost lost you once and you promised because of that you would stop hunting!" His voice began to rise. "You broke that promise! You broke our trust! So now you're going to live with the consequences whether you think you are old enough to be a hunter or not. Until you stop acting like a child, you aren't hunting! End of story!" I could feel the tears streaming down my face. Dean yelling at me was one thing, he was basically my parent, but my Sammy? He never yelled at me no matter how mad he was. He was always patient. I was his pride and joy, his baby sis, his monkey. From the moment I was born, he dotted on me. Now he was towering over me yelling like my dad. I couldn't bear it. He sounded just like him.

"Sammy. I'm so sorry." I cried.

Sam's mouth was tight. He took a deep breath through his nose and glared at me. "Sorry isn't good enough this time Olivia. I don't trust you anymore."

I don't trust you anymore. Not we. But I.

The three of us sat in silence, letting Sam's words hang in the air. Dean softened a little and cleared his throat.

"Liv, go to your room." His voice was low but calm.

I glanced over at Sam, who refused to look at me, and left the kitchen with my head hanging. I was devastated. How could I have been so stupid to keep hunting? I should've told them. I could barely see my bedroom door through my tears. Once on the other side, I leaned against the hard wood and covered my mouth to stifle the sobs that racked my body. My favorite person in the entire world hated me. He would never forgive me for this. I could hear Sam and Dean whispering about what I just told them, but I couldn't make out the words. They didn't want me to hear what they were saying.

I threw myself on my bed and cried myself to sleep, my heart breaking, and the drunken night before long forgotten.