I look at the clock 11:28 pm. That means I've been on the road damn near thirteen hours. Wow, thirteen hours of straight driving only stopping for gas. Somehow it doesn't feel like it's been thirteen hours but I suppose that's normal when you've had what can only be described as a horrorifically bad day. I pull the car over on the side of the road and take a deep breath and exhale heavily, at this point I should be there within the hour, I think, I'm bad with time. For the first time allow my myself to cry and really think about what the hell happened. I need to get it out of my system, I need to let it out and then lock it back up and get my head together. "Come on Liv, pull yourself together. You're stronger than this." I chide myself while putting my car in drive and continuing on my way.
First things, first, I need to clean myself up a little before I get to my godfather's house. I'm sure I look like hell, I feel like hell and the last thing I want right now is to show up on his door step fully looking the part of a raving crazy lady. I know there's a laundry mat a bit up the road, good a place as any to wash up, get the blood and dirt off me, maybe grab a burger from the little hole in the wall bar across the street. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan wash my clothes, clean myself up, and get some food and maybe a drink or twelve… at least that way maybe I can put off the questioning until tomorrow and at least being drunk maybe it would make the questioning easier.
As I pull into the lot of the 24hour laundry mat I say a silent thank you that it is in fact empty. I really didn't want to deal with curious eyes or worse, conversation. My stomach growls and I take a quick look in my rearview mirror peaking at the bar across the street and a catch sight of my reflection, busted lip, dried blood streak coming out of my nose and down my chin, my eyes blood shot and puffy, and good lord my hair looked like a bird has been living in it for the past week. Yeah, defiantly happy no one else was here at least I could try and get myself looking a little less of a hot mess with a shred of dignity. Okay, so get half way human looking then food!
Once inside I make a straight shot to the bathroom. It was small, two stalls and not the cleanest but I have seen worse and frankly, at the moment I could care less. Now standing in better light and looking in a full length mirror I could fully assess my damage. Damn, my lip was a little worse than I thought large angry looking gash straight down the center of my bottom lip, and judging by the blood that had dripped all over my shirt it was deep. I may even need a stitch or two but I doubt it, at least it wasn't bleeding anymore. My grey skinny jeans were covered in mud from my slipping on my ass while running to my car. I'm graceful, I know. My long dark hair was matted and sticking out in several directions tied up on the top of my head, and I could feel a nice sized lump forming on the back of my skull.
"That son of a bitch, how did I not see this coming? How did I not see the signs?" I mentally reprimanded myself. Simple there were no signs, this was completely out of character. It made no sense and it's not your fault. I had to remind myself. "It's not your fault. You'll get through this too, you always do."
I slowly pulled off my leather jacket and I could feel my aching muscles protest the movement. I inched my shirt up a bit and could see the bruises forming over both my hips along with a few others. I couldn't stop the shutter that rolled threw me at the thought of what could have happened. Taking several deep breaths to calm my nerves I reached down for my small bag and decided to get to work. I needed to some food and I wasn't about to walk into the little dive bar across the way looking like I'd walked out of a horror movie.
After what felt like forever I managed, with great effort and a little bit of pain to brush my hair out and surprisingly with a little water from the sink to tame the frizz it looked pretty good, falling into large, dark, silky waves just past the middle of my back. I did my best to wipe away the dirt and blood that had managed to cake itself on me in various places. Next, I applied some eye makeup, nothing too crazy but I still wanted it to pull attention to my eyes so maybe people won't stare at my busted lip. With a nice heavy, winged eyeliner on my top eyelid and a couple coats of mascara on my naturally long eyelashes it was easy to see why I thought my eyes were me best feature. Lastly, fresh clothes. Honestly, I was dreading to see what I packed and by pack I mean shove whatever was on the top of my clean laundry pile into my bag and hauled ass. I didn't really look, just grabbed two handfuls of clothing, my purse, and my phone. I just stuffed everything in my backpack and ran. I didn't exactly have time to plan much less pick out an outfit. I cringed a little as I looked at my options. I don't know why it surprised me to see the selection, the last time I did laundry I was washing the things I normally wore to work as bar tender in a somewhat skeevy bar so naturally those where the items on top of my clean laundry stack. My glamourous options aside from the random underwear and socks stuffed in there were; light wash daisy dukes, black high-waisted shorts, a black AC/DC shirt that I had cut the collar of so it hangs off one shoulder and gives a healthy peek of cleavage, and a white crop top with "B.A.M.F" printed in big block letter across the bust… great… Now I am not ashamed of my body and I don't do the whole "slut-shamming" bullshit but I really was not in the mood to deal with the type of attention the clothing I wore for a boost in tips as a bartender would bring me as a lone female patron in a blue collar trucker bar. I was seriously debating on just skipping the idea of food despite the fact I hadn't eaten since breakfast but then my stomach growled again, louder, angrier… "traitor" I mumbled glaring down at my stomach and almost in response it growled again in hunger. Yup, fuck it, let's do this shit. I threw on the black shorts and the white crop top, a clean pair of socks, my leather jacket and slipped my beloved black combat boots back on, after trying to shake off as much mud as I could from them. Gathered up the dirty and blood stained clothing popped them in a washer and headed out the door to the bar.
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Any minuscule hope I had about being able to go somewhat unnoticed slipped away as soon as I pushed the door open. I knew it wasn't going to be empty judging by the amount of cars in the parking lot but I didn't expect it to be this busy. The small bar was packed with biker and trucker types mostly, a few couples, and a few groups of college age kids who looked like they were here for no other reason than to pretend they were bad asses. I could feel eyes on me as moved towards the back of the establishment to one of the few unoccupied tables. Once I got to my destination, a small high top table relatively close to the pool tables a cute little blonde popped up out of nowhere.
"Hi, my name is Claire. What can I getcha doll?" She had a kind smile, and I would be willing to bet she makes a very decent living in tips alone as a waitress in in a place like this.
"Can I get a shot of jack and whatever you got on tap? Oh, and is the kitchen still open?" I asked praying it was, it was only 12:30 after all I couldn't imagine the kitchen closing before 1 especially when it's this busy on a Friday.
"Yes, of course. Do you want me to get you a menu or do you know what you want?" Claire asked almost too sweetly.
"Uh, well I've never actually been here before, just passing through on the way to my Godfather's place. What would you recommend for a girl who's had a really, really bad day?" I through flirty smile in as I said the last part. I'm not even sure why. I am a shameless flirt, always have been and my flirtatious nature knew no boundaries. Maybe that's why I made such a killing as a bartender?
"Well, the burgers are great as long as you aren't the calorie counting type and how about I make your shot a double?"
"That sounds perfect Claire, you are an angel. Thank you. Oh, and can I get extra pickles on the burger please?" I asked while gently biting my lower lip, careful not to reopen the wound.
"No problem sweetie, I'll put that right in and be right back with your drinks." She winked and was on her way with an extra sway in her hips. I couldn't help but laugh at myself. Well at least she knows she'll get a good tip maybe that means I'll get extra good service.
As soon as she walked away I slipped my jacket off placing it on the back of the chair and fishing out my phone. Bringing up my godfather earlier reminded me I should call him and let him know I'm alright, I may not have told him exactly what happened but he knew something was up. After all you don't drop everything and drive 900 miles nonstop for no reason and he was defiantly the type to send a search party if he thought I was in trouble.
"Olivia! I thought you'd be here by now! Where the hell are you?"
"Calm down, old man. I'm okay. I just stopped to grab something to eat, maybe play a few games of pool. Can't drive over half the day and not expect me to get food." I said with a smile.
"Listen here kid, I know something ain't right. You be careful. You sure you're okay? You sounded pretty shaken up when I talked to you earlier."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I didn't mean to freak you out. I promise I'll tell you everything when I get there. I just need a little time to decompress."
"Okay kid, be careful, I'll see you when you get here. Call me if you run into trouble." Click.
By the time I hung up the phone Claire had dropped my drinks off with a smile and I nodded a thank you. Almost immediately I took my shot relishing that sweet burn and started to look around, see if maybe a pool table was open. There appeared to be four tables all occupied, dammit. One was being used by an overly zealous couple who were probably one or two drinks away from fucking in the bathroom judging by their current display of PDA. The next was claimed by a group of college kids, they looked like they were looking for trouble. They were being loud and obnoxious trying their best to look tough. It wouldn't surprise me if a fight broke out between one of them and the group of bikers at the table directly next to them. Most bikers I knew weren't as big, bad, and mean as they looked. However, that didn't mean they wouldn't hand you your ass if you were asking for it and that exactly what those drunk college kids were doing. The last table which happened to be closest to me had two VERY attractive men playing. Well, honestly it looked more like the one was half paying attention bouncing back and forth between the table and his laptop. He was taller with shaggy brown hair and an honest face. The other was still tall just shorter than the first and he had these green eyes I could spot from across the room. The green eyed man seemed to be scoping out the joint, in a similar fashion as myself. 'Green Eyes' as I decided to call him was either looking for someone else to actually play against or looking for his best option to get laid, I couldn't decide. Either way, it made me chuckle and I figured if I wanted to play a few rounds those two were my best bet without causing too much trouble for myself. The taller of the pair looked up in time to see me eyeing them, I flashed a shy smile and looked down. Just as I was about to get up and introduce myself a large trucker looking man complete with ball cap and pot belly sat down at my table effectively blocking my path.
"Hiya sugar, my name is Ray. Hows 'bout you let me buy you a drink, show you a good time?"
I couldn't help but sigh heavily and in the politest voice I could manage I responded "Look Ray, I've had a really rough day. I'm flattered, really, but I'm not interested." I went to stand up again hoping to remove myself from the situation and maybe see if I could spot Claire with my food.
"Hey! I wasn't done talking to you, you little whore!" he grabbed my wrist forcefully. His voice dropped and he practically growled in my ear "Now why don't you sit back down like a good little girl and let me buy you a drink?" his eyes flashed black, at least I think they did.
I froze and despite my best efforts I'm fairly certain my face lost all its color. I tried hard not to show how scared I was. It wasn't that I was defenseless because frankly, if I would have been thinking clearly I would have ripped my wrist out of his grasp and slammed his head on the table and been done with it but this was the second time today I thought saw someone's eyes turn black. It could be the poor lighting or my mind playing tricks on me, after all I did hit my head pretty hard this morning but my instincts told me it wasn't just in my head. I honestly didn't know how to respond, I started to open my mouth but the words wouldn't come out. I could feel his grip tightening, painfully so and again for a brief second I swore I saw his eyes change. Before I could react to what I thought I saw, again, a large hand came down on the Ray's shoulder.
"I don't think the lady is interested. I think it's best if you move on." Stated the tall stranger
"Yeah? And what are you going to do if I don't?" Ray said as he turned around to look at the intruder.
"We could take it outside. Talk about it there." Sounded a second voice in a slightly more threatening tone, it came from 'Green Eyes'. He was still holding his pool stick and flashing a cocky but charming smile. His body language made it look casual but I knew he was ready to use the stick as a weapon if needed.
It was strange, as soon as Ray made eye contact with these men there was a flash of recognition on his face quickly followed by frustration. He looked like he was weighing his options and decided backing down was the wiser choice, not that I could blame him. My two saviors didn't give the impression they were in anyway a danger to me, they just seemed to radiate power and I could tell they could be dangerous if need be. I wouldn't want to fight them.
"Sorry boys, didn't realize." Ray said. However, before he let me go he whispered in my ear "See you later, pet." I shuttered watching Ray slowly melt back into the crowd.
"Hey, are you alright?" The taller of the two asked.
"Huh?" I said dumbly, while snapping attention back to the two men in front of me. "Oh, yeah! Sorry, that guy was just a creep, freaked me out a little. My name is Olivia but please call me Liv. Can I buy you guys a beer as a thank you?"
"Nice to meet you Olivia, I'm Sam this is my brother Dean and you don't need to do that. We're happy to help."
"Woah, woah, woah." 'Green Eyes' came up and put his hand on who I now know is Sam's shoulder. "Sammy, if the young lady wants to buy us a beer, let her buy us a beer." 'Green Eyes' or I guess since I know his name now, Dean stated with a wink and a mischievous smile.
"See Sam, two against one" I stated cheekily while coming to stand next to Dean. As if on cue Claire came up with my burger and I asked for 3 shots of whiskey and another beer for each of us.
"Really Olivia" "Liv." I cut in. "Liv, you don't need to thank us, we were happy to help." Sam said with a shy smile and gently pushing his hair back. I'm sure he didn't mean for it to look provocative, but it did.
"No Sam, I insist. You guys really saved my ass back there, probably in a very literal sense." I tried to joke, my dark humor is a defense mechanism, sue me. "I really wasn't ready to deal with another asshole today… they seem to be popping up everywhere I go…" I paused for a second, briefly reliving the events from this morning. "But! Anyways, here's to you guys being my knights in plaid! Bottoms up!" I said with a lop sided grin in hopes of changing the conversation. I took my shot, Dean happily took his, and Sam looked at me with concern in his eyes, his stare lingering a little longer than I would have like on my busted lip but I think he decided not to push it and threw his shot back too.
"So, Liv you know how to play pool?" Dean asked with that same mischievous grin.
"I don't know if I'd be much competition for you but I do love a challenge." I can't help but return the same smile. Little did he know I'm a damn good pool player. I've been working in bars since I turned 16 and what better way to pass the time when it's slow then to play a little pool with your coworkers or patrons for tip money.
"No worries sweetheart, I'll take it easy on you." Dean was laying it on thick, I laughed a little and shook my head. Sam gave me an apologetic look, which was cute and I almost felt bad about how badly I was going to kick his brother's ass at pool… almost.
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"Dean, I swear to god if you spent half as much time actually looking at the table instead of my ass you may not owe me three rounds on your tab." I dead panned as I lined up the cue with the 8 ball. Sam snorted, almost choking on his beer at my comment. "Make that four rounds." I smiled sweetly as the 8 ball slammed in the corner pocket.
Dean simply shrugged with a grin. "Worth it."
Claire came up "Hey guys we're doing last call; Can I get you three anything else?"
"Can I get one more beer and Liv here would like…" Dean looked to me with expectant eyes.
"Nothing I'm fine, thank you."
"Oh come on! Didn't you just get done telling me I owe four more?" he sighed.
"Yes, but unlike you I don't have a driver who's been nursing the same beer for the past hour. Plus, I still have to head back to the laundry mat and finish up there." Fuck, I really almost forgot about that.
"Okay how about this, one more game. If I win you have to have two more shots with me and tell us, why you have a busted lip and have all those bruises. If you win well, I don't know what do you want?" I stared at him for a few moments. I had been skating around the subject of my injuries for the past hour.
"Why do you care so much?" I couldn't help but squeak out.
"Because it's what we do, we help people Liv." Sam stepped it. I paused again and looked back and forth between the brother a few more times.
"Fine. But if I win I guys have to help me find a diner and treat me to a meal. I'm still hungry." Smiled sheepishly. If my weight reflected my appetite, I'd be 400lbs.
"Sounds like we win either way, deal." Dean said holding out his hand.
I shook it. "You realize the given your record here the odds are not in you favor, right?" I half laughed shaking my head.
"I'm willing to risk it." He smirked.
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Now, if I hadn't of been happily buzzed I may have realized that the boys were playing me. Normally, I am quick to recognize a fellow pool shark but this time I didn't and I played right into their hands. To put it simply, Dean owned me in that last game. And that's how I found myself standing in the parking lot of the now closed bar avoiding eye contact and kicking gravel.
"Well, Liv what do you say we still head to the diner and we talk there?" Sam offered.
"You guys really want to know, huh?" I huffed.
"Yes." They said in unison
"Do you mind if I run over the laundry mat really quick? I got stuff that needs to go in the dryer. You can walk over with me if you want. Or I can just meet you at the diner it's what a ten-minute walk from here? And I really shouldn't be driving, especially after those last two shots." Trying my best to delay the inevitable. I suppose I could just tell them no, but I've always made a point to stay true to me word and despite the fact they more or less tricked me into this I still intended to keep up my end.
"We'll walk with you. You really shouldn't be walking anywhere by yourself at this time of night, there are some real crazies out there." Sam said and Dean nodded.
"This coming from the two unnaturally attractive brothers that I just met, got drunk with, and are now getting me alone." Damnit alcohol is not helping; I did not mean to say that out aloud.
Dean cocked an eyebrow at me "Unnaturally attractive, huh? I've been called worse things." Flashing his best panty dropping smile.
I laughed and shook my head. "You're completely ignoring the fact I implied you could be the crazies."
Dean waived off my comment and started walking towards the laundry mat. Sam and I stood together he looked down at me for a few moments before he spoke.
"We really are just trying to help, no funny stuff." He stated softly, his eyes reflected nothing but sincerity.
I held his gaze for a few more seconds, my eyes quickly glancing down to his lips. "Fine. Let's get this over with." I said breaking my trance before I did something stupid. "But I warn you now, if you and your brother end up being serial killers I swear to God I will come back and haunt your asses until the end of time!" I said firmly, poking him in the chest. Which I discovered was hard and I could only imagine well defined. Damn beautiful bastards, if I die because I fell the pretty boy act I'm going to be sooo incredibly pissed.
"Hey you two coming or what?!" Dean yelled.
Sam and I look at him and then back at each other. "Ladies first" he said gesturing with his hand for me to start walking ahead.
I took a few steps in front of him and said "Don't think I didn't notice you checking out my ass too Sam. You just want me to go first so you can watch it walk away." looking over my shoulder with a seductive smile. I walked ahead with an extra sway in my hips. He could only smile sheepishly and look down at his feet hiding his face in his hair, if it was lighter out I would bet I'd see him blushing. Ha! I win.
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Thankfully the laundry mat was still empty aside from myself and the boys. As I grabbed my stuff out of the washer I couldn't help but frown a little, the blood on my shirt hadn't completely come out. Light reddish brown spots covered the front of my favorite white shirt. "God damnit." I mumbled. "Just had to wear white today, didn't I?" I continued to grumble to myself.
"Did you pre-treat it?" Sam asked out of no where appearing directly behind me. I just about jumped out of my skin. "Jesus! Sam! Are you trying to kill me? I almost had a heart attack!" I gasped. Dean started laughing.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. It's just if you don't pretreat blood can be really hard to get out of whites." Sam half laughed.
I stared at him dumbfounded for a few seconds and then cocked my eyebrow. "You know, for trying to convince you're not serial killers knowing the secrets of how to get out blood stains is not helping your case." I said with a huff shoving my now ruined shirt along with the few other items in the dryer.
"If we were serial killers you'd kind of be fucked now sweetheart but don't worry we're the good guys. Sammy and I have just been in our fair share of bar fights is all. Isn't that right Sammy?" Dean said with a wink and smacking Sam chest with a smile.
"Yeah, more than our fair shares I'm sure." Sam said looking at me through his hair.
I continued to look back and forth between the brothers skeptically and it somehow just struck me how small they made me feel. I am by no means a short girl, 5'9" give or take but standing this close to the Winchesters made me feel dwarfed and oddly comfortable like I was safe. I had to shake my head to clear my thoughts. Damn alcohol is making me all warm and fuzzy, I just met these two! But no matter how I looked at it my instincts told me I was safe with them that I should trust them. "Like I said to you before Sam, if you two do end killing I'm totally haunting your asses." I couldn't help but smirk. They both chuckled and nodded.
"So, back to what brought us here in the first place. How'd you end up needing to wash blood out of your clothes in the first place?" Dean asked in a more serious tone.
I took a deep breath trying to relax my shoulders "If we're really going to have this conversation I'm going to need more beer. I'm pretty sure I have a 12 pack in my trunk. Plus, I need some quarters for the dryer." I sighed while pinching the bridge of my nose.
"I like her, she brings beer. We should hang out with her more often." Dean said to Sam.
I once again found myself chuckling under my breath and shaking my head at these two mystery men that walked into my life. As I walked to my car I fished my keys out of my small purse and popped the trunk. Just as I thought I still had a 12 pack of Yuengling sitting in the trunk. I was now thankful I had been too lazy to carry it up to my apartment the last time I went grocery shopping. I scrunched my nose up a little thinking about how warm it'd be but it'd do the job. I closed the trunk and walked around to the driver's side of the car, I knew I had some quarters left in my center console. I was about to open the door when I saw someone standing behind me in the reflection of the window. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped, I was just getting ready to turn a scream but like lightening the intruder was on me, pinning me from behind against the car. The hit knocked the wind from my lungs and I could taste blood. I'm guessing I somehow managed to reopen the cut on my lip.
"Now, now Olivia, do try and behave. I'd hate to damage that perfect body any more than it already is. My boss likes his pets healthy before he breaks them." The man rasped into my ear while I could feel his nose nuzzle and smell my hair. I could also feel his manhood pressing into my rear and cringed. Suddenly, he flipped me around to face him, I tried to scream but it was cut short with a swift backhand to my left cheek. Well, if my lip wasn't totally split back open before, it is now. Staring at me was a man I've never seen before but his eyes were pitch black, not like drugged up and overly dilated but black, completely black. What the fuck is going on? How is that possibly? And about a thousand other questions raced through my mind as I stared at this, this, thing in front of me.
The black eyed man stood holding both my arms behind my back with one hand and was using his body weight to continue to pin me against my car. He used his free hand to grab my chin and force me to look at him, our faces were mere inches apart. "Your father has made some very powerful enemies over the years, my dear. Originally, my boss was just going to kill you but after meeting you this morning he's decided he wants to keep you as a plaything. Doesn't that sound fun?" he mused darkly.
I did the only logical thing I could think of; I spit in his face. Half-blood, half-spit coated the man's face and he smiled in a way that made my blood run cold. "That was not wise, Miss Skovgaard." He said licking my blood from his lips. "Perhaps we'll have some fun of our own before I deliver you to your new master, seems his new pet needs a lesson in manners." He hissed against my ear before he grabbed a handful of my hair, forcefully yanking my head back with such force I feared he'd rip my hair from my head. I yelped in pain and I could feel his chest rumble against mine in amusement as he slowly slid his lips against the exposed flesh of my neck. I could feel the bile rise in the back of my throat.
"HEY! LET HER GO YOU SON OF BITCH!" Dean bellowed, charging at the man that had me pinned to the car.
Quickly, the man released me and turned to face Dean "Of course the fucking Winchesters always sticking their noses where they don't belong." He seethed. Quickly he flicked his wrist and Dean went flying backwards.
"SAM! DEMON!" Dean yelled as he got up pulling a gun from the back of his jeans.
Again, the I guess demon or whatever Dean called it, flicked his wrist at Dean and sent him flying into the front my car indenting the hood and practically shattering the windshield. I couldn't help but scream, I had no idea what the hell was going on. How is this possible? I scurried over to Dean. "Dean! Dean?! Are you okay? Can you hear me?" I pleaded. He hummed in acknowledgement but I could tell he was still dazed from smacking his head against my windshield.
Meanwhile, the demon had Sam pinned against the brick wall of the laundry mat. I could see cracks in the bricks around him from the invisible force pinning him a foot above the ground. He was going to kill him, he already hurt Dean and I'm sure he'd come back and finish the job. I reacted before my brain could catch up with my body.
'BOOM'
The gun smoked in my hand. Instantly, Sam dropped to the ground gasping to get air back into his lungs. The man or demon or whatever the fuck he was dropped to the ground as well with an orange fiery glow sparking through his body and a new bullet hole in the side of his head.
Sam rose from the ground slowly; I could hear Dean coming to as well from behind me.
"Liv, I need you to put down the gun." Sam said calmly, with his arms low and wide to make himself appear less threatening.
"Not until you guys tell me what the fuck is going on! That's the third black eyed freak that's come after me today! What the actual fuck is going on?!" I yelled. "Why me? Why are they coming after me? And how do they know you?" there was less force in my voice this time and I removed my finger from the trigger but the gun was still pointing in Sam's direction. Sam looked at me with eyes of sympathy not fear even if I was pointing a gun in his general direction and just shot another man dead. Suddenly, I was wrapped in strong arms from behind and disarmed. I struggled for only a moment before I relaxed back into Dean's strong chest and started to sob. I could feel him hand the gun over to Sam and then he wrapped his arms around me in a comforting embrace.
"We don't know but we'll figure it out." Dean soothed.
"We'll get to the bottom of this, we will, but we have to get out of here. We have to get you somewhere safe in case they come back." Sam added.
"There are more of those things?" I barely managed to squeak out.
"Yes." They said in unison.
"Look, I know you must be freaking out right now but we don't have time to answer all your questions here. Trust us, okay? We'll do everything we can to keep you safe." Sam said grabbing my shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. I could only nod in response.
"We should take her back to Bobby's, figure things out from there." Dean told Sam.
"Bobby, Bobby who?" I asked, almost in a panic.
"Bobby Singer, he's a family friend. He practically raised us." Dean stated.
"Yeah, Liv, if anyone can figure this out it's him. You'll be safe there." Sam followed up.
"Bobby Singer is my godfather." I said deadly serious.
"Well, this just keeps getting better and better!" Dean's voice dripping with sarcasm. "Bobby is going to kill us… Come on, we gotta move. Sammy call Bobby let him know were coming." Dean said with a sigh. "Well sweetheart, looks like you're coming home with us after all."
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