They were back in the motel room for the night, to let Sam recover from the biting and the unconsciousness. Dean helped Sam to bend forward to lay on one of the twin beds, as Olivia closed the door behind her. Sam let out a low grunt before slightly huddling up against himself and closing his eyes from exhaustion. After Dean turned the lights off to let Sam sleep a bit, he went to the mini-fridge and got two beers out of it. As he came back, Olivia had taken a seat near the window and was looking through it, to keep an eye on the exterior. The flimsy light coming from the outside was illuminating Olivia. Her long strait hair was going down under her breast, creating a cascade of fire on her body. The dark redness of her hair was complimenting the few little freckles on her nose and cheeks and accentuating the green from her eyes. Even if she knew it surely wasn't her everyday-hunter outfit, the light white blouse, with small flowers on it, and the gray trousers were not matching Olivia fiery personality, even though they were all torn from the earlier fight. He noticed that she seemed to have something on her mind.
''Want a beer?'' asked Dean, as he sat in front of her, offering her one of the two beers.
''Yeah, thanks.'' replied Olivia, while she reached for the bottle, still a little bit spaced-out.
''So why we don't have to worry about the ogres taking a stroll tonight in the orphanage and making a children-noodle soup out of them?'' asked Dean, before bringing his beer to his lips.
''They only take one meal per week and they've already got Elijah last night. They won't be eating till next week.'' explained Olivia.
''Perhaps, but I'm not sure I want to take the risk of waiting a whole week. If Sam wasn't that used up, I would've gone after them tonight and killed these sons of bitches.'' said Dean, looking over his shoulder to check on his brother.
''... He'll be fine.'' said Olivia, with calming glance as she looked Dean in the eyes.
''I know.'' replied Dean, finishing his beer in one sip. ''By the way, how do you know it's ogres. Have you seen them?''
''I had a few theories in the beginning and was trying to dug something up while working into the orphanage but each week I couldn't do anything to stop the thing that was kidnapping the children. Nobody had seen it, except Albert but he would not talk about it or would scream just at the thought of it. Last night, when Aaron saw his friend taken by the thing, I asked him if he saw what it looked like. He told me that it was tall. He added that he heard it laugh and his stomach growl. At this moment, I knew I was dealing with an ogre. It's not the first time, so I recognized the pattern of the ''kid-of-the-week'' and the ''tall-hungry'' monster. I was going to wait till they get the next kid. I would have followed them into their den and killed them. But you showed up. In the time you had shown me your badges I knew it was a scam. I didn't know why you were here but thought I had more important stuff to care instead of sending you boys back where you came from. After Albert's reaction to Sam, I wasn't in the mood to let you fool around much longer. I didn't want to be distracted from the job I had to do.'' explained Olivia.
''But Sam got abducted and even though you've been caught by surprise you've decided to follow the ogre into the woods'' continued Dean, as he assumed the rest of the story. ''I had seen something - you, but I didn't know - running in front of me, so I decided to follow it. When I saw you over my brother, with a knife, I went berserk.''
''I've noticed.'' said Olivia, rubbing gently his wrist.
''Sorry for that, but the logic was that my brother, who had been abducted, was tied down and you seemed threatening him with a knife.'' explained Dean.
''I can't blame you for that. The odds were that I was the monster.'' said Olivia, waving a hand to let know Dean, it wasn't a big deal. ''Nonetheless, all your weapons would have been harmless to the ogre if we had had to fight him back there.''
''How come?'' asked Dean, surprised.
''I've learn it the hard way and almost got killed when I first got into a fight with one of their kind, back in Indiana, four years ago.'' said Olivia, closing her eyes for a brief moment. ''I would be dead if it wasn't for the coincidence that saved my life.''
''What happened?'' asked Dean.
''The lead had sent me into a suburban house. It seemed normal at first but you never assume anything before going into the basement.'' started Olivia, as Dean agreed with a smile. ''I discovered a secret room and there was a girl's unconscious body on a bed. I tried to wake her up by shaking her but nothing happened. I heard noises coming from the first floor and I had to make my brain work faster. As I was about to take her in my arm to hind her, I noticed that there was something on the little girl's skin right underneath her bellybutton. It was a bit mark. I didn't want to touch it with my hands so I gently put down my knife of the wound. Instantly, a brown liquid came out of it and soiled the knife. Surprised, I took it off from the kid's body. It was too late when I turned around. I saw a man, standing in the doorframe, changing form. It changed into a very tall and wide thing. His face become dark and all I could stared at was the hugeness of his mouth, full of sharpened teeth. I rapidly tried to stab it with my knife but it stopped me and made me fly to the other side of the room. I was in a blaze for few seconds and regain my senses just in time to duck the ogre's attack. He was about to bite me, but I grab my silver knife, that was attached to my right calve, and stabbed it right into his heart. It stopped it for few seconds but grabbed me by the neck. I tried to reach for my gun that had fallen on the ground but it was too far away. I kicked it in the stomach before swooping down on the floor. I grabbed my gun and shoot the thing, but again nothing. I was really panicking at this moment and thought I would die in this stinky basement. As a last attempt to keep me alive for few more seconds, I gripped the knife with the brown liquid on it, and swung my arm to knife the ogre right into his head. His eyes widened and he fell on the floor, convulsing. I was looking at the monster, as it was screaming and shaking from an unknown pain. Few minutes later, the ogre was dead.''
''Its own venom killed it?'' said Dean, frowning.
''At first I wasn't sure but when I approach carefully, I saw the brown liquid pouring from his mouth and burning his skin the way down. I've concluded that ogre can inject venom but are never in contact with it. If we inject it in their system, it reacts very badly and killed them.'' explained Olivia.
''What are we gonna do? We don't have any of its venom...'' started Dean, as he saw Olivia reaching into the pocket of her jacket.
''I've recollected it when the liquid was pouring out of Sam's body.'' said Olivia, showing him a hermetic bottle filled with a brown substance.
''That's gross.'' said Dean, watching the liquid with disgust.
''Pussy.'' said Olivia, grinning.
''Carrottop.'' replied Dean, before winking at her.
''Do we go after it tomorrow?'' asked Olivia, becoming serious again.
''If Sammy's okay.'' said Dean, looking again at his baby brother.
''He will be, Dean. Trust me.'' said Olivia, weirdly convincing Dean with her gaze.
''Good morning, princess!'' said Dean, as he saw Sam sitting up against the bedhead.
''What time is it? I feel like I slept for like an entire day.'' said Sam, passing a hand in his hair, a little confused.
''Actually, you slept for twenty hours, sleeping beauty. You've waken up just in time to join us as we're going to kill the big evil dragon.'' joked Olivia, with a grin, as she was placing things into her duffle bag.
''I think you've spent too much time with Dean, Olivia.'' said Sam, as he stood up.
''Hurry up and get prepared Sammy.'' said Dean, as he crossed the room rapidly to get his gun.
''Were are...? How do we...? Why...?'' started Sam, still confused by all the unanswered questions.
''We'll explain you in the car, on the way there.'' said Olivia, tossing her duffle bag on her shoulder.
Sam put on his shoes and grabbed his stuff in a time record. He turned off the lights and shut the door behind him, before heading in direction of the parking lot, where Olivia and Dean were waiting in the car. He was a little nervous, at the thought of the darkness and the hurt that he felt from the liquid pouring out of him. Before entering in the car, he passed a hand on his injury, while closing his eyes.