Chapter 5

**Two Weeks Later**

"It's just a walk! YOU ARE MAKING ME CRAZY!" Dean and I were toe to toe in the library, guns blazing. It was our latest showdown and I was not ready to back down. He placed his hands on his hips and straightened, making himself taller. His 6'1 frame was no match for my measly 5'2, but I wasn't giving up that easily. He didn't scare me.

"What part of lockdown do you not understand?"

Sam peaked over his laptop, amused at the drama unfolding but staying out of it.

"I just want to see the light of day without one of you breathing down my neck! It's been two weeks! I'm not going anywhere!"

Dean threw me a sarcastic smile. "No."

He turned on his heels. I glanced over at the table and grabbed the pen nearest me. Angrily I threw it at his head, missing by just an inch. "I'm actually disappointed at how terrible that throw was." Dean said over his shoulder, unphased. Sam stifled a laugh.

"AGGHHH!" I screamed and marched out of the library.

"Liv, if you really want to go on a walk I will go with you." Sam was on my heels.

"That's not the point Sam. I just want five minutes by myself in the light of day! I'm being held like a prisoner and Dean is the warden!"

He smirked as I plopped on my bed pouting.

"I know it sucks right now…"

"Pshh."

He held up his hand and continued.

"We are just trying to protect you."

I threw myself back dramatically.

He came over to the edge of my bed and sat down, putting his hand on my knee.

"How about you come with me to grab some food?"

I shot up, my eyes wide with excitement.

"Yes! Yes! Anything to get me out of here!" I jumped up and grabbed my jacket off the nearby chair, and pulled my boots on. Sam sat there with an amused smile on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking about how you used to get this excited when I would take you to the park as a kid. You would throw on two different shoes and put your jacket on inside out." He paused "I can't believe you're going to be eighteen at the end of the year."

I zipped up my jacket and slapped his shoulder.

"If Dean doesn't drive me to insanity before then."

It took some convincing for Dean to allow Sam to take me into town. When Dean said I couldn't go anywhere without someone, he really meant I couldn't go anywhere without him.

"He really needs to take some anxiety meds and calm the hell down." I mumbled to Sam as we pulled the impala out of the garage.

"Hey just be happy he let you go out. He wouldn't have done that for me."

I smirked. "Well my puppy dog eyes are more effective on him then yours."

Sam grinned and turned up the radio. I rolled down the window and let the wind whip through my hair. I had never felt anything so magnificent. After two weeks, the crisp wind felt like pure ecstasy.

"So what are you guys working on right now?" I asked turning the radio down.

Sam shifted in his seat, trying to hide his discomfort.

"What? Has the warden forbidden you to speak to the prisoner?" I sassed.

"Very funny." He shot at me. Sam told me everything so I knew that he would break. He paused before starting.

"We were working on a vamp case when something else peaked our interest."

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

"We think there's a demon on the loose. We don't know who he or she is but they keep jumping meat suits."

I froze.

"That's weird." I managed to reply awkwardly.

"Even more weird? It's local. It has stayed in a 50 mile radius of Lebanon." He paused as he pulled into the burger place. "You coming?"

I realized Sam was halfway out of the car and I hadn't moved.

"Um. Yeah sorry."

He squinted at me but didn't acknowledge what he was thinking.

"And no, Dean doesn't want you to know." Sam and I had an unspoken agreement that whenever one of us said "Dean doesn't want you to know" or "Dean doesn't know" we kept whatever it was between us.

I stayed behind Sam as he ordered our food. This was all too weird to be coincidental. I glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching me.

"You ok?" Sam's voice snapped me out of my paranoia and made me jump.

"Yeah. I'm going back to the car. Cramps."

I quickly made my way out the door before he could respond. When I got outside I took slow deep breaths. My heart was racing and I could feel a panic attack making its way up my chest. I jumped into the impala and sat on my hands to keep them from shaking.

Sam wasn't far behind. He put our food in the backseat and slid into the driver's seat. He turned his entire body towards me.

"Liv, what's going on? You're being weird."

I took a deep breath.

"Don't freak out."

Sam didn't respond. He waited for me to continue, his forehead wrinkling with worry.

"The demon I exorcised at Abby's? It knew my name."

"Yeah so? Every monster out there knows who we are."

I held my breath before continuing.

"Sam this was different. She acted like she knew me personally. Like we had met before." I glanced at him with wide eyes. "I don't know Sammy, I can't shake the feeling that she wants me for something. Something about her felt familiar."

Sam sat back processing what I had just trusted my judgement so when I said something didn't feel right, he believed me. I looked at him, expecting to see anger, but I only saw confusion. It was as if he was trying to piece things together in his mind.

"I've been having nightmares about her."

"Nightmares?" He perked up.

"Yeah. They're different every time but she says the same thing. 'Olivia Winchester, what a pleasant surprise.' . It scares the hell out of me Sammy."

Sam put brushed a runaway hair out of my face. "It's going to be ok Liv. I'm sorry you're having nightmares." He gave me a weak smile. I could tell he was trying his best to pretend he wasn't worried. "We need to tell Dean about this. Something isn't right."

I nodded my head but didn't say anything.

We drove back to the bunker in silence.

"It took you long enough." Dean was waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. "Where's the grub?" He saw the food and snatched the bag from Sam's hands and strode back to the table.

"Dean we need to talk." Sam looked over at me. I was standing behind him.

"Ok?" Dean said through bites of burger. He wasted no time tearing into his food like an animal.

"That demon we've been hunting…"

Dean shot Sam a look of warning for speaking about the demon in front of me. "Seriously?" He waved his hand towards me.

"Look. We think this demon wants something with Liv."

Dean stopped chewing and threw his burger on the table. "And why do we think that?"

I opened my mouth to speak when Sam interrupted. "She knows Olivia by name."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah? So does every monster in America."

Again, I opened my mouth to speak and Sam interrupted. He launched into the story that I had told him just a few minutes earlier. I could've hugged him. Sam and I had such a strong bond, we didn't even have to say anything to know what the other was feeling. We called it our sixth sense. I knew him better than he knew him and vice versa. Once when he was on a hunt, I woke in the middle of the night in cold sweats and knew something was wrong. I called him and found he had been in trouble on a hunt. It freaked Dean out how sensitive we were to each other's thoughts and feelings. He called it our "freaky twin thing." Never mind there was a significant age gap between Sam and I.

As Sam finished the story, Dean turned his attention to me. "You didn't think to mention this?"

I sighed. "Dean, I thought the same thing as you. Everyone knows who we are. I just can't shake the feeling on this one."

Dean put his head in his hands for a brief moment then stood up and crossed his arms.

"What do you want to do?"

Sam shook his head. " I don't know. Maybe we can talk to Crowley."

"That would be a great idea if Crowley would show is ass for once." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut.

"What about Cass?" Sam sounded desperate.

Dean looked over at me, his eyes were tired and sad. He was worried about me but didn't want to say it. The past two weeks had been hard for him. I understood that now. As much as he could be a pain in my ass, I loved him more than anything and didn't want him to constantly worry about me. He was the only father figure I had ever known and seeing him worried broke my heart. Before he could say anything I walked over to him and put my arms around his waist. The gesture took him by surprise. He put his arms around me hesitantly.

"I know you're worried about me Dean, but I'm a big girl." He tensed up. I continued before he could interrupt. I pulled back and stared up at him. I was so much shorter than him, it was almost painful to crane my neck. "You are not only my brother, but my father." He looked away. I could tell he was uncomfortable with my sudden burst of love. I lifted my arms and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. "Don't worry about me Dean. I'm safe here. I promise you I won't leave your sight until you've found this bitch. Ok? So stop worrying about me. I'm not going anywhere."

Dean stared back at me, the muscles in his face softening. He pulled me into his chest and held me for a moment. He kissed the top of my head and whispered into my hair. "I will do everything in my power to protect you. Always."

He pulled back and went over to the table where his burger laid waiting.

"Alright, let's try to get a hold of Cass and see what he knows. Until then, please leave me alone with this beautiful piece of meat."

Sam and I looked at each other in disgust.

"Alright. Well while you make love to your burger, it's Sunday, so Liv and I are going to watch Game of Thrones."

Dean didn't break his glare from his burger. "Nerds!" He shouted as we left the library. Sam and I took the necessary snacks and drinks to his bedroom and made ourselves comfortable. He laid on the bed, his legs stretched the entire length of it, and I sat on the floor, cross legged, with a bowl of popcorn in my lap. He kicked my head playfully.

"Hey, you plan on sharing?"

I smacked at his foot and grinned mischievously. "Only if you share some of your beer."

He eyed me and then pulled a beer bottle from beside the bed. He tossed it over to me. "Don't tell Dean."

I handed him the popcorn bowl. "Deal."

An hour later, I stood up and stretched. "Alright, goodnight Sammy." I was exhausted.

Sam walked over to me and wrapped me into a hug. His giant arms engulfing me into his embrace. I felt so tiny compared to him. I pulled back to leave, but he kept me close.

"Dean's right. We will do everything we can to protect you Livvy."

I squeezed his waist tight.

"I know bubs." I broke free and went to leave. I stopped when I got to the doorframe and turned to look at Sam. "I promise I'm not going anywhere. Give the bitch hell ok?"

He smiled. "You know we will."

And with that I went to my bedroom and fell asleep.