Chapter 4

"Would you love me if I robbed a bank?" I was eight years old and Sam was eighteen. It was his first-time home since he went off to school. We were laying in the grass at my favorite playground. I had begged him to take me and he complied. I wanted to spend every moment with him before he left again.

Sam laughed. "I would still love you if you robbed a thousand banks." I rolled on to my side to kiss his cheek. Horrified, I saw the blonde demon staring back at me. Not Sam. Her eyes were black and cold.

"Olivia Winchester. What a pleasant surprise."

"Liv wake up! Livy!"

Dean was shaking me awake from my nightmare. It was so dark I could barely make him out.

"Holy shit." My heart was pounding and my throat was sore from screaming. I sat straight up and clutched Dean's arms to steady myself.

He sat on the edge of my bed and turned on my lamp.

"Are you ok?" Gripping my shoulder, he searched my face worried.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm ok." I was finally able to catch my breath and focus on him when I noticed he was holding a bat.

"Dean what the hell?"

He threw the bat on the ground, embarrassed, and returned his attention back to me.

"Dean. I'm sorry that I lied to you guys about hunting. You know that's not my thing. I um. I…" I looked at my oldest brother as tears streamed down my face.

"Please don't hate me." I whispered.

He pulled me into his chest and held me close as I sniffled. Dean wasn't one for what he lovingly called "chick flick moments." He always felt like he needed to be tough at all times, thanks to my dad. Growing up, he took care of me and Sam and tried his best to be strong for us. But on the inside, Dean was just a big softy that enjoyed watching Dr. Sexy and taking long bubble baths on his days off. When it came to baby sister, I had him wrapped around my finger and I knew it. He was strict with me, but his bark was bigger than his bite. When I needed my brother, he was there. When I needed my dad, he was there with all the hugs and chick flick moments I needed. He always had been.

Dean pulled back and grabbed my face with his hands.

"Olivia, don't you dare think that I could ever hate you." His brows furrowed to show he was serious. "Pissed as hell yes, but Sam and I could never hate you."

His smile faded when I didn't respond. "Look Liv, I'm sorry that I was such a hard ass earlier. I just worry about you. What happened last year…" His voice trailed off and he looked away as if in a trance. "We can't lose you." He grabbed my face again. "We can't lose our dumb ass baby sister, you hear me?"

"Yeah I got it." I playfully pushed him. "What happens now?"

"We can talk about it later. Go back to bed."

He wiped my cheek with his thumb then kissed my forehead before he left. I glanced over at my clock, it was 5 am. I had slept through the afternoon and into the next day.

Wow that hangover did a number on me.

I tossed and turned for an hour and a half, when I finally got out of bed. I grabbed my copy of The Hobbit, tiptoed to the kitchen and turned on the florescent lights above. Quietly, I started the coffee pot and sat at the table. I didn't plan on going back to bed so I might as well enjoy this morning with caffeine and a good book.

"You're up early." Sam's voice interrupted me halfway through the first page. I jumped, losing grip of my book and dropping it on the floor.

"You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"I know the feeling." He grabbed two mugs from the shelf above and poured the coffee letting his words sink in.

"Look Sam…"

"Liv, I don't want to have this conversation right now."

He handed me my coffee and took a seat on the opposite side of the table.

"Sam, I know that nothing I say will take away the fact that I lied to you. I just can't stand the thought of you hating me."

"I don't hate you."

"Well, that's kind of hard to believe seeing as you were pretty hateful earlier." I said a little more forceful than I intended.

Sam let out a long breath and softened. He stared in his mug as if the answers he needed were swirling inside.

"I'm sorry that I yelled at you, but I'm not sorry for what I said. You know I was right. You could've died."

"I know. Just…I'm sorry."

"I know you are."

Silence hung in the air between us, making me uncomfortable. I squirmed in my chair and looked everywhere but at my brother.

"So, what are you reading?" Sam finally asked.

"The Hobbit."

"Haven't you read that a thousand times?"

"Haven't you read it a thousand times?"

"Touché" Sam chuckled taking another sip, the awkwardness lifting just a little. I seized the opportunity.

"Hey Sammy."

"Yeah?"

"Would you still love me if I robbed a bank?" I stood and walked over to his side of the table, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face into his neck. Sitting down, he was the same height as me, which made him easier to hug.

The corners of his eyes crinkled and a smile slowly curved on his lips as he remembered. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "I would still love you if you robbed a thousand banks." He squeezed me tightly as if I was going to disappear, any leftover anger melting away.

"Love you bubs."

"Love you Monkey."

"What I don't get to be a part of this Full House moment?" Dean interrupted. He tightened the sash around his robe and made his way to the coffee pot. It was obvious that none of us had slept well thanks to my bombshell.

I broke from Sam's grasp, smirking.

"Sure, you can! Make us some pancakes like a good old dad! I skipped over to Dean and kissed his cheek, while he shot me a look of mock annoyance.

Sam laughed out loud. "Pancakes actually sound amazing."

"Fine. But only because I'm going to need a stack of pancakes to get through today." Dean squared his shoulders as if preparing for battle and began assembling the necessary items for pancakes.

"What's happening today?" I asked finding my seat and chugging the rest of my coffee.

"We need to finish the case you so rudely interrupted with your drunk phone call." Dean said casually as if he was speaking about the weather.

My cheeks pinked.

"Yeah about that…"

Dean cut me off, holding a spatula in one hand and waving the other. "Listen to me Olivia. No more drinking. No more hunting. You don't leave this bunker without me, Sam, or Cas. Wherever you go, we are there. You're not going to take a poop without one of us knowing. This teenage rebellion crap ends today." He jammed his finger in the air to emphasize the importance of "today."

It took everything in me to keep a straight face at the sight of Dean in his robe, making pancakes and lecturing me about my teenage rebellion.

"Ok." I responded.

Dean did a double take. When he had to play the parent, I usually fought him hard. I knew I was stubborn. Stubborn as hell. I knew that I didn't make it easy for him, but today I didn't feel like fighting. I knew I deserved whatever punishment they had come up with for me. I was a liar and they weren't going to trust me for a long time.

"OK?"

"Yeah. I told you I was sorry and I meant it. Do you want me to fight you Dean? I mean I can. "

Dean mumbled inaudibly and turned back to the stove.

"And no more bars Liv." Sam chimed in. "How did you get in there anyway?"

"We all have fake id's. Are you really asking me that question?" I left out the part about knowing the bartender. The last thing I needed was these oafs killing my friend.

Dean raised his eyebrows but said nothing. What could he say? We all lived our lives on fake id's, credit cards, and multiple aliases. Getting into a bar, underage, with a fake id was child's play when it came to the Winchesters. Besides, Dean had done it when he was my age. And despite what Sam said, so did he.

"So how long is this lockdown?" I sighed brushing my hair out of my face. I braced myself.

Sam stood and walked over to refill his mug. "Until we decide we can trust you again."

Great, so the rest of my life.

I opened my mouth to argue, but shut it quickly. They had obviously discussed this while I was sleeping. There was no point in making a case, they had made their decision and it was final.

Dean nodded. "You will also be going back to school. I'm calling your advisor today and switching you to online classes."

"Dean, isn't it obvious I don't want to go to school?"

"When you're eighteen you can make those decisions. But right now," He gestured between himself and Sam. "We are your bosses and we say, you're going to school."

I stuck out my bottom lip. Classic baby sister move when I was stuck and didn't know what else to say or do. Dean rolled his eyes and turned back to his work.

Sam walked over and ruffled my hair. "Don't worry, you'll survive."

I groaned and slapped him away. Spending every waking moment with them was worse than being tortured. I was sure of it.

"Now." Dean clapped his hands together and presented his creation proudly. "Who wants pancakes?"