A/N: Thank you everyone who is with me so far! I'm going to do my best to update as regularly as possible as long as people continue to seem interested. As always I am open to constructive criticisms and suggestions. A little background here that I probably should have posted in the first chapter but oh well! It's here now:

This story as a whole was inspired by the song Coming Down by Halsey. If you haven't heard it look it up but I warn you it might get stuck in your head (or least that's what always happens to me). Her whole album has kind of served as my theme music while writing so if you want to get a sneak peak of my mind set for this story have a listen. I also just want to let you know I only have a basic outline down for this story, I'm really writing as I go so if you guys want or think something should happen, tell me and I will do what I can to make it happen. (within reason of course). And no I will not tell you who she's going to end up with it's a surprise! Even to me, Sam? Dean? Both? Someone else?! I haven't decided where Liv's heart will take her so let me know what you think.

Anyways, this story isn't going to follow the show perfectly, I'm going to do my best to keep things close but obviously when you introduce a completely new character it's next to impossible to keep things exactly how they as they were. Lastly, this isn't going to be all lovey-dovey and there will eventually be smut BUT let's be real Supernatural is full of heartbreak and drama and 'oh so many feels' and I'm going to do my best to keep true to that theme so do not expect any perfect relationships or happy endings. I think this goes without saying but I own NOTHING aside from my character Olivia (Liv) Skovgaard. Alrighty! I think that's it. Read, review, let me know what you think! THANK YOU!

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The 30-minute drive towards Bobby's was awkward to say the least. Actually, I think painfully awkward is a better description. I could see Dean regularly glance at me through the rear view mirror then his brow would furrow in frustration and he'd return his eyes to the road. Sam looked more relaxed but still on high alert, he would periodically look over to Dean as if to make sure he didn't turn around and pull a gun on me. I did my best to ignore both of them, I really tried, but I suck at handling awkward silences.

"Are you sure you should be driving? I mean you hit your head pretty hard back there plus all…" before I could finish my thought about all the shots we had done at the bar Dean jerked the wheel and slammed the breaks. This effectively sent me flying across the backseat and I smacked my face into the bench seat in front of me.

"FUCK! What the hell is your problem?!" I yelled holding my nose. I could feel blood dripping into my hand and down my face. I'm about 90% positive my nose is broken and once again my lip is split open… great. These two are serial killers, I'm going to die. They are going to kill me, I'm going to die, and then I'm going to be forced to make good on my threat and haunt them until the end of time.

"Guess you should have worn a seat belt. Now, give me one good reason why we should trust you?" Dean barked at me pointing a gun in my face. "If Bobby is your godfather why have I never heard of you? Huh? We are fighting a war against demons and you just so happen to bring one down on us? Does that sound right? Do you think we're that fucking stupid?!"

"Jesus, Dean, put the gun down! Liv, are you alright?" Sam cut in.

"Sam, we don't know her and we are just supposed to take her word for it that she just so happens to know Bobby after almost getting us killed?" Dean barked.

"Dean, the demon attacked her, she shot it, gave the colt back, and seemed pretty convincingly freaked the fuck out if I remember correctly." Sam said trying to defuse the tension building in the car.

"Yeah? And how is she Bobby's "goddaughter" and not be privy to the life? Huh? Sammy? Answer me that?" Dean shot back.

"Hey! Will you two fuckers stop talking about me like I'm not sitting here bleeding all over your backseat?! And get that gun out of my fucking face Winchester!" I snapped.

"If you bleed on my baby's upholstery you are going to have worse problems than me pointing a gun at you." Given Dean's face and tone, oddly, I found this more threatening than anything else he previously said. I tried my best to keep the blood from dripping out of my hands but there was too much; I could feel the blood starting to drip into my lap. So, I did something without really thinking it through. I took my shirt off (another white shirt of course) and held it against my face.

Both brothers looked at me like a deer in headlights. Sam, bless his heart, was really doing his best to keep his eyes above my collar bone and Dean was shamelessly starring directly at my chest. Unfortunately, for me the bra I happened to be wearing wasn't the most conservative thing I owned and I realized how overly exposed I was in the lacy little number mere seconds after I pulled this stunt. Quickly, I reached for my leather jacket that was now on the floor of the backseat and wrapped it around me and reapplied the shirt to my face.

"If Bobby didn't tell you about me then you'll have to ask him why, I'm sure he has his reasons but I don't know what they are! And he is going to flip a shit if we don't show up soon. Plus, you know, still bleeding here… So, now that you've both gotten a peak at the goods can we keep driving, please?" I said bitterly, staring at my knees.

"Yeah, sure sweetheart, but I still have a lot of questions that need answers and if you try any funny business so help me god, you will regret it." He said turning back around and putting the Impala back in drive. There was a long pause.

"So … How long have you had your nipples pierced?"

"Dude! Seriously?!" Sam gawked.

"Drive asshole." Is the only thing I could manage to say.

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It had to be nearing 4am when we pulled into the junk yard. It was almost exactly how I remembered it from all those years ago. God, had it really been 13 years since I'd been here? Even after all this time this was what I thought of when I imagined the concept of 'home'. I was snapped out of my reminiscing by the front door violently, swinging open.

"What the hell happened?!" Bobby yelled. To any outsider he would have sounded pissed but I knew in reality it was just concern. "Olivia?" his voice softened. "What are you doing with Sam and Dean? And why the hell aren't you wearing a shirt?" his eyes automatically cut to Dean.

"Hey! Why do you automatically assume that's my fault?" Dean looked almost offended but was smiling. We all stopped and looked at him. "Okay, fine! But it's not what you think, she took it off so she wouldn't bleed all over my baby." Dean said with his arms raised up as if in both defeat and defiance.

"You're bleeding? Liv, what happened kid? Are you okay?" Bobby asked with a certain tenderness he always seemed to have when speaking to me.

"I'm fine old man, I'll be better when all three of you tell me what the hell is going on. Demons?! You know about this stuff? You never told me? My dad is involved? Seriously? What the hell else don't I know?!" I replied my voice getting louder and faster. "Bobby, why are these things coming after me?"

"Everybody calm down. It's late, we are all on edge. Let's get inside and we'll talk about it in the morning. About everything." Sam offered looking pointedly between Bobby and myself.

We all nodded and started to head inside.

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I didn't sleep, more than an hour before I decide to that it was a lost cause. So I did what any sensible person would do, I started cooking. Cooking was another one of my coping mechanisms I picked up from my mom, anytime I felt stressed cooking was the answer. It was one of the few things that made me feel closer to her.

How I managed to scavenge up the ingredients to make fresh baked cinnamon rolls in Bobby's kitchen I have no idea but I'm thankful, it gave me something to focus on. For the next hour I danced, well jumped around the kitchen with my headphones on and rocked out while working on breakfast for the three sleeping men upstairs.

As I slide the rolls in the oven I continued with my 'epic' air guitar solo to AC/DC and completed the imaginary rock out session using a whisk as a faux microphone I turned around to see Dean leaning against the wall watching me. He was smiling and it looked like he was ready to throw a snarky comment my way but then I tripped over my own feet and literally belly flopped on the kitchen floor.

Remember when I told you I was graceful? Yeah? Well, if you missed the sarcasm in that statement the first time I said it; I was lying. I'm more like that one chick in the horror movies who trips over nothing while running for her life all the while the killer is somehow gaining ground while briskly walking after them. I'm not proud of it.

Dean barked in laughter. After a minute or two he managed to finally ask "You okay sweetheart?" there were tears in his eyes, actual tears from laughing so hard at my utter humiliation.

I was still lying face down, lightly banging my head on the floor in embarrassment. "Yup, I'm good. Nothing hurt but my pride..." I felt Dean's strong hand grip my elbow to help me back on my feet. As he hoisted me up in to a standing position I managed to trip over myself, yet again. Dean's hands went to my hips to offer more support and I hissed in pain as he put pressure on the bruises that marred my skin from the other day. Instantly, he lifted my shirt to look at the damage himself. It was only then, as I felt his fingers on my bare skin I realized how close we were and the fact I was only in an off the shoulder AC/DC t-shirt, boy shorts, and knee high tube socks. My breath hitched. Dean's thumb was lightly tracing my hip bone, goose bumps covered my skin, and I could feel a blush sweep across my face. I did my best to hide it by looking down at my feet.

"Olivia? Hey? Look at me." He said tilting my chin upwards. "I think you should tell me what happened the other day. I can't help unless I know what's going on." I looked at him through my lashes, those green eyes staring straight into mine. "Are you wearing purple contacts?" he suddenly asked.

"No. My eyes are naturally this color. Why?"

"I've never seen anyone or anything with eyes like that, they're purple, like purple, purple."

"Yeah, opposed to the not purple, purple? I don't know what to tell you, any doctor I've ever seen have only ever been able to explain it as some type of genetic mutation." I replied.

"So you're a mutant?" He licked his lips and let his gaze rake downwards from my eyes.

"Is that so hard to believe coming from the guy who apparently fights demons in his free time?" Trying my very best to keep my voice strong. Again, I realized how close we were and how little clothing I was wearing. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest, I'm almost positive if I looked I'd be able to physically see my heart beating out of my chest.

"Fighting demons is my main job. Picking up hott chicks at the bar is more my free time activity of choice." He smirked down at me, moving a piece of hair that had come loose from my braid behind my ear. At least he's honest, I guess? God, no one should be allowed to be that attractive. I silently told myself.

"Don't make me pump you full of rock salt, boy." Drawled Bobby from the door way.

"Bobby!" I flinched back from Dean as if he were on fire. My sudden movement once again proved to be my downfall. I tumbled backwards, effectively cracking the back of my skull against one of the cabinet doors. At least Dean managed to catch me again before I found myself back on the floor. "It's not what it looks like Bobby! Dean was just helping me stay on my feet, which has proved more difficult than usual." I groaned rubbing the back of my head. Dean was still sporting that same smug grin as he hummed in agreement. Damn him.

"MmmHmm." Bobby mumbled eyeing Dean with a slight scowl.

"What? I didn't do anything! I can't help if women fall over themselves for me." Still sporting that same smirk.

I rose an eyebrow at him "Shut up Dean, I assure you my clumsiness has nothing to do with you."

"That's an understatement with as accident prone as you are kid, I sometimes wonder how you've made it this far." Bobby said clearly talking to me but his eyes were still glued on Dean.

"Ooo-kay boys, bacon or sausage? The cinnamon rolls will be done in little bit too. How about you two sit down and I'll get you both a cup of coffee? It's too early and I do not have enough caffeine in my system to entertain your none sense."

They both sat, Bobby mumbled something under his breath that I didn't quite catch, something about 'idjits'. I couldn't help but smile to myself upon hearing the insult turned term of endearment.

"Olivia, do me a favor?" Bobby asked. I hummed in response "Go put some pants on." I'm pretty sure I died a little inside and I'm 100% sure my face was beet red. Dean spit his coffee out and coughed. I could tell he was fighting the urge to make a smart ass comment.

"Yeah, I didn't really have a chance to pack anything before I left… but uh, I'll go find something." I mumbled out quickly making my exit.

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As soon as I made it into the upstairs hallway I slammed into something hard and warm. Sam. More specifically, a shirtless Sam. Jesus, are these boys just genetically predisposed to be built like ken dolls?

"Woah, Liv, sorry! I didn't see you." He said softly. "Hey, are you okay? You look… flustered." His hands were gently holding my biceps where he grabbed me as to help keep my balance when we collided.

"Yeah, no, I'm fine aside from the fates apparently wanting me to die of embarrassment this morning, I'm fine." I rushed out. "Uh, hey Sam, I'm sorry to ask but do you think I could barrow a pair of sweat pants or something? I didn't really have time to pack at all before I left my place yesterday…"

His eyes traveled down my body and I could feel his grip tighten ever so slightly when his gaze hit my bare legs. "Oh! Yeah, yeah, I mean they're going to be pretty big on you but sure." he stammered as he released me. He turned back into the room he had just come from. I followed him, watching the muscles in his back as he dug through his duffel bag in search of pants. "Here you go." A pair of grey sweats in his out stretched hand. I couldn't help myself I was blatantly ogling at his perfectly sculpted torso. Seriously, he was like a larger than life sized ken doll.

"Liv?" Sam asked, eyebrows raised and a small smile on his lips.

"Uh, yeah, thanks. Sorry, I was just…" I wracked my brain looking for some type of suitable excuse when I was saved by Dean yelling up the stairs. "Hey sweetheart! The buzzer thingy is going off! Get Sammy too, the four of us have a lot to talk about."

"Coming!" yelled back. I swear I heard him say something along the lines of 'I didn't think I'd be that easy' but I wasn't sure so I chose to ignore it. "Thank you Sam." I said as I pulled the pants on rolled them up and pulled the drawstring as tight as it could go. I was still swimming in them but they worked and I practically ran down the stairs.

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When I made my way back into the kitchen both Dean and Bobby were back to sitting at the kitchen table. They both had books and papers surrounding them, clearly they were researching something.

Dean looked up first. "If you wanted in my pants sweetheart, all you had to do was ask." He quipped. Without missing a beat Bobby kicked him from under the table.

"Sorry to disappoint 'sweetheart', but these are Sam's pants." I retorted with a playful glare.

"Huh?" Sam said walking into the kitchen, unfortunately pulling a shirt on.

"Oh nothing, I was just telling Dean and Bobby here how I got into your pants." I said with a sweet smile.

Sam's eyes went wide and now it was his turn to be on the receiving end of Bobby's stare. He quickly recovered from my comment. "Not like that! I just gave her a pair of sweats to barrow!" He had his hands up in surrender.

"Oh, Sam, you're breaking my heart. You make what we had sound so cheap." I couldn't help but mess with him a little, he was so much easier to fluster then Dean and it was adorable.

"And you idjits wonder why I never introduced you to each other…" Bobby grumbled. All of us smiled, we couldn't help it.

"Okay, so who wants cinnamon rolls and bacon?" I asked changing the subject.

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The guys were all sitting at the kitchen table still. Dean stuffing his face and making noises of pleasure that'd make a whore blush. Sam was on his laptop and Bobby was cleaning a gun as I cleaned up the dishes.

It was Sam who finally broke the silence. "So, Bobby, how is it we've never met or even heard of Olivia before now?"

Before Bobby could answer I cut in "I haven't been back here since my 10th birthday, when my mom was killed… after that my Dad kept me away. Boarding school among other things. I managed to stay in contact with Bobby through phone calls and letters, he even came out to see me a handful of times but I was never allowed to come back here."

"Your mom was killed?" Dean managed to choke out between two huge bites.

"Yeah, my parents dropped me off here for the weekend and went camping or something. They were supposed to come back on the morning of my birthday but my mom never came back." I sighed.

"What happened?" Sam asked, his eyes full of sympathy.

"I don't really know, Ron never talked about it. Not that we ever really talked after Mom died but the police reports say animal attack like a wolf or bear or something they never were able to identify it for sure." My voice was soft now, I didn't often talk about my mom. Ron always made me feel like it was fault somehow. I could see Sam, Dean, and Bobby exchanging looks; silently in a conversation I apparently wasn't privy to. By the looks on their face's I could started to put together that my mother's death was not an ordinary animal attack.

"Hey! Don't do that! Don't sit there and have your secret discussion about my life while I'm standing right here!" I was sick of not knowing. "Tell me what the fuck is going on!" I seethed.

Bobby cleared his throat. "Liv, your Daddy kept you away from this life for a reason. Are you sure you want to go down this road?"

"Ronald is a bastard. Fuck him and his reasons. A lot of good they're doing me now this shit is actively coming after me and I have no idea how to defend myself because of his 'reasons'!" My Dad is a sore subject, I did not like the man. The things he put me through after my mom died… I don't think I could ever forgive him.

Bobby sucked in a deep breath as to calm himself, he hated when I talked about Ron that way but currently I don't really care. Both Sam and Dean looked a little taken aback by my outburst but they both kept their mouths shut. "Look Bobby" I took a deep breath to even my temper "I know you and Ron are or at least used to be close and I'm not stupid enough to think that he didn't tell you, maybe even force you keep secrets from me. But the cat is out of the bag now, these things are coming after me because of him and whatever he is doing. I deserve to know what is happening to me." I pleaded

"How do you know it's because of him?" Sam interrupted.

"Those black eyed things, um the demons, told me." I said simply.

"Ok sweetheart, I think it's time you go ahead to tell us what happened." Dean said firmly.

"Liv, don't leave anything out, even if it seems unimportant. The more information we have the better chances we have at figuring out what is going on." Sam followed up in a soothing tone.

"After that you three will answer my questions?"

They swapped glances between the three of them and nodded.

"Fine."

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Flashback; Early Thursday morning before Olivia was attacked.

BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ

"Noooo." I whine half asleep.

BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ

'I'm not going to pick it up, I'm not going to pick it up, I'm not going to pick it up.' I silently chant in my head.

BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ

Damnit. "It's 7 in the morning. What do you want Carl?" I huffed, slightly muffled from lying face down in my bed.

"Hey, sorry Liv. Austin is pulling a no call-no show… again, and I could really use your help with the monthly inventory before open. I have a prospective buyer for the bar coming in and you know you're my favorite right?" Carl voice sounded from the phone.

"Flattery will get you nowhere Carl. This is my only day off after working 3 doubles in a row and I work doubles all weekend too. Why can't you call someone else?" my voice still tired and annoyed.

"Because you're the best and you know it. Come on Liv! Please! You don't even have to stay Austin's full shift just help with inventory and restocking the bar and I'll cut you lose." Carl pleaded.

"Two conditions."

"Name it."

"You have breakfast and a really large coffee waiting for me when I get there and you get rid of Austin. This is the third time this week I'm covering his ass, I don't care if he's your nephew Carl, you can't let him do whatever he wants and expect me to clean up after him."

"….."

"Carl?"

"….."

"Okay Carl, have fun getting everything done by yourself before open." I was just about to hang up my phone.

"Olivia! Wait! I know you're right it's just hard, you know, he's family." Carl sighed sadly.

"I'm not saying it doesn't suck but I am sick of covering for him and cleaning up his messes and I know I'm not the only one who feels that way. You keep letting him get away with this shit and people are going to start expecting the same special treatment or quitting, myself included." I stated firmly.

"See this is why I need you Liv, never afraid to tell the boss how it is. Do you want pancakes of waffles?"

"Waffles and so, so, soooo much coffee."

Normally, we didn't open until noon but there was some type of festival or something going on in town and Carl decided to start opening at 10am as to not miss out on the extra business. Honestly, I was fine with it. I liked working, I was good at it and with the festival in town we stayed pretty busy so the day went by fast. Plus, more business meant more money and I was currently saving up get a new place. I would never tell Carl but I was thankful for the extra hours. I was just annoyed with the whole Austin situation he was a nice kid just partied too hard and lack work ethic, had no sense of accountibility.

I managed to pull myself out of the comfort of my soft warm bed. I decided since I wasn't going to be interacting with any patrons I could be pretty casual and threw on my favorite skinny jeans and white shirt. I haphazardly put my hair in a messy bun, put on some mascara, grabbed my leather jacket, slipped on my boots and I was out the door.

It was a chilly, rainy day in Cleveland I was happy I remembered to grab my jacket. As walked the short distance to the corner bar doing my best to avoid mud puddles I noticed my street was unusually quite. I don't know how to describe it other than eerie. It was just too quiet and there were no signs of life, no cars driving down the street, no morning joggers, no kids waiting for their bus, just nothing. I pulled my jacket a little tighter and picked up the pace. Once I got to the back door I quickly went inside and locked the behind me. Once inside I started to feel better and managed to ignore the pit in my stomach that something was wrong.

"Carl? Where's my waffles and 'go juice'?" I yelled referring to my coffee.

"Hey Liv, come here I want you to meet someone." Carl yelled back. I headed my way up to the front walking behind the bar and grabbing the cup of black liquid nectar waiting for me. I briefly scanned to bar looking the waffles I was promised and unfortunately it seemed Carl did not hold up his end of the deal. Frowning I walked towards his office.

"Carl you promised me waffles!" I said sticking out my bottom lip into the most obnoxious pout I could manage.

"Be careful love, you wouldn't want your face to get stuck like that." A foreign accent sounded from within the office. My head snapped to look at the source of the voice. Sitting across from Carl was a smug looking older man in a very expensive looking suit. He was attractive I wouldn't deny him that but I'm guessing he was twice my age. He also had this energy about him that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up and sickly, I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not.

So being the strong, mature young woman I am I reacted to his comment to sticking my tongue out at him and turned back around to address my missing waffles. "Carl, a deal's a deal. You need to make good on that or I'm going back to bed." I threatened crossing my threatened crossing my arms across my chest.

"Liv, behave yourself. This could be your new boss; he's expressed interest in buying the bar. Please don't scare him away." Carl sighed.

"If I behaved all the time your clientele wouldn't like me as much and I wouldn't make the awesome tips that I do." I said with a wink at the stranger. "But back to the issue at hand; where are my waffles?"

The man was watching our exchange with amusement.

"If that wasn't enough of an introduction" He sighed. "This is Olivia Skovgaard, she's a hellcat but she's the best and most dependable worker here. Honestly, business has skyrocketed since she started with us about a year ago." Carl told the stranger.

"She seems more like a kitten to me but not everyone is as experienced as I am. Darling, it seems you are more valuable than originally thought." I could feel goosebumps form on my skin as his eyes raked down my body. I blame it on the accent, that's the only logical reason. This man was dangerous in more than one way. Maybe a mobster or something. "Will Miss Skovgaard be joining us for breakfast?" he asked Carl.

"No she's going to stay her and do inventory, I'll bring her back her damn waffles." Carl replied

"Oh you bastard! That's why you called me in!? You didn't want help with the work, you wanted me to do all the work while you get to go to some I can only assume upscale restaurant on a business deal?" I scowled. Carl just smiled. "I really don't like you sometimes. I must be a glutton for punishment, that's the only reason I've stuck around this long… I'm going to go start my work and I swear to god if you come back without waffles or even worse cold waffles, there will be hell to pay." I threatened. "It was a pleasure. If you're buying the place I'm sure I'll see you again." I said to the well-dressed man.

He stood and now I could see he was almost exactly my height maybe a hair taller and strode over to me so we stood only a few inches apart. "I assure you kitten; the pleasure is all mine." He cooed while kissing my hand. I visibly shivered and I could feel his lips form a smirk against the back of my hand.

"I need to go before I get in trouble." I mumble. "Remember Carl, waffles or else!" and with that I was out the door and headed to the storage room.

Jesus, I never thought of myself as having 'daddy issues' but I might after that encounter…

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A little over an hour of busting my ass the bar completely ready to go for the weekend. There wasn't nearly as much to get done as Carl made it seem. That ass hat just wanted to have breakfast with the big shot and hopefully get his retirement set up. As much as I want to hate Carl for selling the bar we all know he's been clocking out for a while, just done with the business and wants to move on. So I get it.

Realizing we aren't supposed to open for another hour or so I decided to call Carl and let him know I was done and going home… and that I hadn't forgotten about my waffles.

"Hello Kitten." Purred through the ear piece of my phone.

"Um hi? Where's Carl?"

"Oh, we had to cut our meeting short. I've been called away on other business but it seems he left his phone in my car. I'm actually on my way to leave it at the bar for him. Tell me, will I have the pleasure of seeing you again love?" his voice was like silk.

"I'm actually just leaving to return to the comforts of my bed that I was pulled away from this morning. Just drop the phone in the mail slot. If the screen cracks 'oh well' that's what he gets for making me come in on my day off and do his nephew's job… and he forgot my waffles." I said. I could hear him chuckle darkly.

"Very well Kitten, I'll be seeing you soon I'm sure." He hung up before I could respond.

I decided to walk over to the bakery down the street and grab some breakfast since I was earlier denied. Once I got home it was a little before 10am and all I could think about was crawling back in bed and that's exactly what I did. After a few minutes of lying face first in my bed soaking up the warm and fluffy goodness, I felt someone grab my ankles and rip me down towards the foot of the bed. I was too shocked to react at first. By the time my mind had registered what was happening the intruder me bent over the foot of the bed one hand gripping painfully hard on my hip and one hand fisted in my hair forcing my head down. I tried to scream but it was too muffled from being held face down into the blankets.

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way." stated a very familiar voice.

"Austin?" I asked in shock. I managed to turn my head to the side just enough to see him out of the corner of my eye.

"Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner, well kinda." He said in almost a sing song voice.

"Your high aren't you? Austin come on man! I know I ride your ass at work but if you would just cut this shit out and take your job seriously I wouldn't have to." I tried reasoning with him. I didn't know what he was on but if I could talk him down I may at least have a chance.

"Oh no, no, no, I take my job very seriously and I don't think you're in any position to be talking about riding my ass Olivia." I could feel him grinding on me. He leaned over to make his chest lay flat against my back, he moved both hands on my hips with bruising force. "I'm a little disappointed in you Olivia, I thought you'd be more of a fighter." He whispered in my ear before nipping on my earlobe.

I threw my head backwards connecting the back of my head to his face. It's didn't do as much damage as I would have liked but it was enough for him to loosen his grip and I could roll out from under him.

"There she is! It's no fun if you don't fight! Come on Liv you gotta pop your cherry eventually." He taunted. I never told Austin about my lack of sexual conquests, I never really told anyone. He must have seen the confusion on my face. "I can smell it baby." His face split into a wicked grin and for a brief moment I swear his eyes went black.

"What the fu-..." he took advantage of my confusion and before I could finish what I was saying he pushed me hard. My head smacked against the wall with a loud crack. I must have blacked out for a minute or two because when I started to come to I was back on my bed. I could feel fingers lightly tracing my jaw line starting just below my ear, traveling down my wind pipe, over my collar bone, and down between the valley of my breasts.

"Ah! I see your coming back to me." He whispered. "See we could have some fun before you have to die." Nuzzling into my hair he inhaled deeply "Your smell is intoxicating."

I tried so hard to move but for some reason I couldn't, maybe I hit my head harder than I thought. I tried again.

"Oh Liv, baby, don't struggle, you can't win. I promise I'll be way nicer than where you'll be going when we're done." He taunted while licking a tear that escaped from my cheek and started to unbutton my jeans.

I don't know what came over me but I a plus of energy overcame me and suddenly Austin launched across my room into the tiny attached bathroom. Instantly, I could feel I was able to move and without missing a beat I got up and slammed the bathroom door then pushed a dresser in front of it. I grabbed whatever was in arms reached stuffed it in a backpack and hauled ass.

Once I was in my car and at least five miles away I pulled out my phone and dialed the number of the number of the person who was the only constant in my life. Bobby.

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"That's everything I remember…" I said flatly, biting my lip and staring anywhere but in the eyes of the three men I was sitting with.

There was a long pause.

"So you're telling me you're a virgin?" Dean said looking almost offended by the idea.

"DUDE!?" Sam reprimanded

"I know I must be in the presence of some seriously fucked up individuals if that's the thing you decide to take away from this?" I sighed massaging my temples.

Bobby started laughing at that comment and I couldn't help but smile.

What the fuck just happened to my life?

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