"Liv, ignore Dean. You said you saw three demons yesterday and that you were told they were after you because of your dad? When did that happen?" Sam asked cutting Dean a cross look.

"Oh, um, the second was in the bar, that guy Ray you two rescued me from. I saw his eyes go black too, I just thought I was just going crazy or something at the time. The third you guys know about, the guy in the parking lot. When that thing had me pinned against my car it told me something along the lines that my dad has seriously pissed off some big players and they were originally going to kill me to send a message."

"Originally?" Sam pressed.

"It, well, um, it said that when I met his boss earlier he decided he'd rather keep me… as a plaything." I mumbled out and shiver ran down my spine.

All three men shifted uncomfortably and a painful silence fell over the room while they processed what I had told them. I couldn't look any of them in eye, I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of, that I didn't do anything wrong… but I still felt dirty.

"I'm going to go shower, after I'm cleaned up do you think you guys could stand to answer some of my questions?" I addressed all of them but my eyes were focused on Bobby. After all, he had the most things to answer for.

"Yeah, Liv, go on." Bobby responded with a sigh "I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

"True." I said turning away and walking towards the stairs.

"Olivia, I always thought that your Daddy was wrong; keeping you away the way he did… there's no excuse. I kinda hoped you'd start putting the pieces together on your own but I never wanted you to find out this way." Bobby said, his voice laced with regret.

I froze for a few moments keeping my back to him. "It is what it is, old man." I said turning back around and starting to walk back to him. I put a hand on his shoulder and placed a quick kiss on the top of his trucker hat. "I don't blame you Bobby… " was all I could manage and I walked away again.

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Once out of the shower I felt revived. Bobby didn't exactly have to hair products that I normally used but I was able to snag a new razor, a toothbrush, and I even managed to find a hairbrush hidden away and honestly the hot water felt heavenly. I felt clean and fresh and it made me ready to face the world again. I threw my hair into a loose side braid and examined my face in the mirror. My lower lip was still a little swollen and angry looking, a large scab formed smack dab in the middle, my nose wasn't broken like I originally thought after I bashed it into the back of Dean's seat but it was tender, and of course the other various bruises that littered my body including the hand sized ones on my hips and the newly formed ones around my wrists from last night. 'I've had worse' I thought. I reaching into my bag for some clothes, it wasn't until that moment I realized I really didn't have any clean clothes aside from a pair of jean shorts and some fresh socks and underwear. Well, that wasn't going to work.

I walked down to Bobby's room, I knew he wouldn't mind me borrowing one of his shirts. I decided on a black, white, and grey plaid flannel button downs. I left a few of the top button undone and tied the bottom in a knot around at my waist as to make me feel semi attractive but I have to admit I was feeling a little too much like Daisy from 'The Dukes of Hazard' at the moment. As I turned to leave Bobby's room a picture caught my eye. On his dresser there was a photo of him, Karen, and my parents. They looked so happy and carefree, probably no older than I am now. I couldn't help but smile even though the photo made my heart twinge in pain with the knowledge none of them smiled like that anymore. I had to shake off, no point in dwelling on what can't be changed.

Once on the main floor of Bobby's house I noticed it was oddly quite. I walked through the house and realized I was alone. Where the hell did they go? When I walked past the backdoor I spotted Dean under the hood of the impala. I could tell from all the way over here that he knew what he was doing and I couldn't help but admire his arms as I watched the muscles flex and relax with each movement. Suddenly, I got an idea and moved to the kitchen.

"Want a beer?" I asked standing behind him holding out the cold beverage. He jumped nearly smacking his head on the hood of the car. I couldn't help but laugh "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine sweetheart, just a little on edge, got a lot going on." He said accepting the beer from my hand. He held the beer and looked at it for a moment "Drinking before noon? Trying to get me drunk and take advantage?" he winked.

"Three problems with your theory. One, you don't strike me as the type who waits till 5 o'clock to start drinking. Two, I don't think it counts as being taken advantage of if you're a willing participant. And three, it will take more than a few beers to get you drunk enough for me to take advantage of you."

"Touché." He replied. We clinked our bottles together and took a drink.

A comfortable silence came between us as I watched him work on his baby and we sipped our beers. "Hey Dean." I said shyly. "I realized I never thanked you, I mean really thanked you for helping me, hell, you guys probably saved my life, twice." I said stepping closer. "You and Sam went way out of your way to help me out well before you knew who I was to Bobby. There aren't a lot of people who would have done that…" I took one more step forward and gently placed a kiss on his cheek. "So thanks, I don't know if I can really explain how grateful I am but this is me trying." I tried my best to fight the blush creeping into my cheeks.

We were standing close, really close. I could see his eyes scanning my face and watched them pause on my lips for a few short moments. He took a deep breath and stepped back taking a deep pull from his beer. "Gotta be careful sweetheart, don't want Bobby getting the wrong impression. You heard him earlier, I have no interest in being at the business end of one of his shot guns." He smiled.

I rolled my eyes and drank deeply from my own beer. "Now you see why I'm still a virgin." I said with a deep sigh. He laughed at my comment and obvious frustration.

"Yeah, about that? What type of virgin has their nipples pierced?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh, god I was hoping you wouldn't remember that." I'm positive my face was red.

"Sight like that…" he paused clearly pulling up the mental image. "is not something you soon forget…" he had an appreciative smile on his face.

"I'll take that as a compliment" I said hiding my face with one hand and turning to side looking over the salvage yard.

"What's that?" He said reaching out to the skin on my neck just behind my ear. "It looks like…"

"A brand? Yeah courtesy of my sperm donor of a father." I cut him off. My entire body tensed, I hated that thing.

"He did that to you? Do you even know what it is?" His voice was a weird mix of confusion, concern, and anger as I think he started to put together the mark may not have been something I agreed to.

"Aside from a permanent reminder of how much my mother's death fucked him up? No. Why?" I replied angrily.

He pulled the neck of his t-shirt down to reveal the same mark but his was tattooed. A star with a sun around it. I didn't have an answer; I was at a total loss for words. What the hell?

"You really have no idea what that is? How did he convince you to do it without telling you why?" He asked his face still etched with confusion and anger.

"Ron isn't exactly the type of man to ask for permission, for anything. In his mind I am his daughter and therefore I am to obey his words without question." My voice was laced with venom. The look Dean was giving me was to continue, so, begrudgingly I did "I was almost seventeen, and I just moved into my college dorm. Silly me, I thought he actually came to congratulate me on finishing high school early and getting accepted to college. I was wrong, well half wrong. He did congratulate me, probably one of the few times he said he was proud of me. But then he told me I had to get this symbol tattooed on me." I said pointing to my marred skin. "For the first time in my life I openly questioned him, wasn't the obedient little girl he trained me to be. So he attacked me, held me down, and branded me with his ring. Kind of wish I would have just listened and gotten the tattoo… probably would have hurt less and then I at least may have had a say on the placement. Too late now… Anyways, I started the paper work to get emancipated the next day. I haven't spoken to him since." I drank down the rest of the beer.

"You graduated high school and started college at 16?"

"Like I said before I was always in boarding school but unlike my peers when the normal school year was over I didn't go home; I was sent to summer school. I got all the credits needed to graduate early. In hindsight I'm grateful, not like I would have enjoyed being with Ron over the summer… unless of course he just shipped my off here, I would have been okay with that."

"Wow, he's sounds like a real peace of work. I'm sorry." He said sadly, his eyes telling me he had his own horror stories. "What'd you go to school for?" he asked quickly changing the subject.

"Oh, I did two and a half years in the nursing program at Ohio State… but I dropped out before I graduated."

"Why?" genuine shock on his face

"I was sick of the structure, my whole life people told me what to do, the strict schedule of my everyday life was awful… I wanted freedom. That and I never really fit in, starting college at 16 left me as somewhat of an outcast. I never made a lot of friends and I never really fit in anywhere. So, I left and I don't regret it" I shrugged. "Plus, I make bank as a bartender. Shake my hips, flash some cleavage when I bend down to grab something, send 'em a wink with a smile and I have them eating out of my hand." I laughed a little. My face dropped a little with the realization that I probably won't be working a normal job for a long time.

"Yeah, I could see you swindling a lot of shmucks out of their hard earned money thinking they have a shot." He replied licking his lips a little.

"So what does it mean?" I asked.

"Huh?" Dean said.

I used my finger to move his shirt back down exposing his tattoo. I let the figure nail of my pointer finger gently graze over the smooth skin of his collar bone while the pad of my middle figure caressed the mark. "This symbol. What does it mean?" I repeated looking straight into those green eyes I noticed the first time I saw him.

"It's an anti-possession symbol, keeps demons from being able to use you as a meat suit." He explained. His voice was a little strained.

"Huh. Well, it makes sense now I guess…I need another beer. You?" I offered while backing off. This man made me act like a horny teenager and I needed to get a fucking grip.

"Yeah sweetheart, that'd be great. What are the chances I can get a sandwich too?" he asked, that now familiar smirk plastered on his handsome face.

"Depends, what do I get in return?" I asked.

"What do you want?" He cocked his eyebrow.

"Teach me what you're doing to your car?" I asked biting my lip eyeing the impala hopefully.

"No one touches my baby but me." He said firmly.

"I didn't ask to touch I just want to watch." I responded.

"An exhibitionist? Didn't peg you as the type." He smirked again.

"What can I say? I'm kinky. Plus, there is something incredibly sexy about watching a man who knows how to use his hands." I stepped closer again, closer than necessary so our chests where almost touching. I grabbed the empty bottle from him making sure to brush my figures against his while maintaining eye contact. My own smirk pulling onto my lips before turning away and heading back to the house adding an extra sway to my hips as I walked away.

"You are trying to get me shot aren't you?" he shouted.

"Maybe, but at least then I could be your nurse." Flashing a wicked smile and sending him a wink over my shoulder. "Anyways, we both know Bobby won't shoot to kill when it comes to his 'adopted' kids."

"I'm having a harder and harder time believing you're actually a virgin." He practically growled and I laughed while continuing to walk away.

So much for not acting like a horny teenager…

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After about an hour of watching Dean tinker around with the impala I finally asked. "Where are Bobby and Sam anyways?"

"Bobby went to go get your car, and I sent Sam to the store to grab somethings for you. He's actually lived with a chick before so I figured he would know what you need better than me or Bobby. They should be back pretty soon I would think" He responded.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that. I am perfectly capable of going shopping myself." I said.

"Until we know what they want with you, you aren't going anywhere by yourself. You're not going to become some demon boss's pet on my watch." His tone left little room for argument.

"Ooookay. Well then my knight in shining armor, what am I supposed to do? Just sit in my castle until you tell me it's safe?" I asked mildly annoyed.

"Stay alive. Study up. Learn to fight." He replied coolly

"I can fight. The little time Ron spent with me he taught me self-defense. Bobby taught me how to shoot. I've been holding my own since I was 16." I huffed.

"Hit me." Dean said still leaning over the impala.

"What?"

"Hit. Me." He repeated standing at his full height using a rag to wipe his hands of any oil.

"Dean I'm not going to hit you." I said crossing my arms.

"That's funny sweetheart because I thought you just said you could fight, so if you can, then hit me." His voice lower more menacing. He cocked his head to the side raising an eyebrow. "that's what I thought…"

I slugged him with a hard left hook. His head whipped to the side and he took a step back, stretching his jaw out and shaking his head a little. I could see a small amount of blood in the corner of his mouth and he licked it away. "Not going to lie, you're stronger then you look… but not strong enough." Before I even knew what was happening I was pinned against a pile of broken down cars. Dean had both of my wrists pinned above my head with one hand and his other hand was around my throat, not enough to actually choke me but strong enough to let me know he was in control. He leaned in close to my ear and growled "You may have done fine holding your own against other humans but the things that go bump in the night, demons, they are a whole other nightmare sweetheart. You are not ready, you need to train because the bad guys don't care if you're ready or not, they don't care how pretty you are, they don't care if you beg, they will come for you and they will kill you or do much worse to you without a second thought."

I shuttered, half because I think I was able to fully comprehend just how out of my league I was and half because no matter how hard I fought against it I was incredibly turned on. I swallowed hard, only adding to the sensation of his hand on my throat. He pulled back a little so he was only a few inches from my face and could look me in the eye but he left his hand on my throat in a display of dominance. I took a deep breath, trying to hid my near panting "How about you?" was all I asked.

"How about me, what?" he asked confused.

"Do you care if I beg?" My voice trembling. I looked up at him through my lashes while slowly letting my tongue glide out across my lips followed by my teeth gently biting the side of my lower lip.

He closed his eyes with a heavy sigh. His grip tightened for only a moment. "You're going to kill me saying things like that." His voice thick and husky, he was now pressing his forehead against mine trying to regain composure.

"Ahem" the sound of someone clearing their throat snapped us both out of our little dance. Dean instantly released me and turned around to face the intruder.

A pretty blonde woman not much, if any older than me was standing there with her arms crossed. "Am I interrupting? I can come back later." She had a knowing smirk on her face. I wonder how long she had been watching us.

"What the fuck do you want Ruby?" Dean sighed. His voice showing how much he did not like this woman. He also made a point to step further in front of me doing his best to block me from this 'Ruby's' view.

"Is that anyway to talk to the girl who saved your asses last time I saw you?" she fake pouted.

"If I remember correctly, I stabbed that demon bitch right before she was going to off you so let's call it even." Dean voice still harsh

"Whatever Dean." Ruby rolled her eyes. "Where's Sam? I need to talk to him."

"You need to stay the hell away from my brother, bitch." Dean was getting angry now.

"Okay, there cowboy." I said cutting in. I stepped beside him placing my hand flat against his shoulder in hopes of soothing him. "Sam isn't here. We'll tell him you stopped by. Ruby, was it?"

"Yeah. Sure, whatever." She huffed. Then she focused on me a little more and tilted her head. "What are you?" she asked.

"What type of question is that? What are you?" I asked eyebrows scrunching together.

Her eyes flashed black and squeaked a little and jumped back in surprise and I'm not proud to admit it, fear. Both her a Dean chuckled.

"Shut up, Dean. I thought you said demons were the bad guys." I said regaining my composer.

"We aren't all the same." Ruby replied

"Yeah, well, you may have Sammy sold on that story but I'm not. I don't trust you, never will." Dean's face looked like he was ready to kill.

Ruby just rolled her eyes completely unaffected by Dean's aggressive behavior. "Fine, you don't trust me, I get it 'blah-blah-blah demon bitch.' Are we going to go through this whole song and dance every time we see each other? Because it's getting old." She said in an exasperated tone. Dean didn't respond just glared. "So again, what are you?" she asked looking at me.

"My name is Olivia…" I started.

"Not who, what are you?" she repeated.

"I don't understand, I'm human, is that what you mean?"

"You're not human, at least not totally." She said stepping forward, reaching her hand out towards me. Dean stepped in front of me pushing me behind him. "Oh, calm down! I'm not going to bite." She snapped at Dean.

"Don't touch her." Dean growled.

"What do you mean I'm not totally human? Then what am I? I asked from my spot behind Dean trying to peak past his broad shoulder.

"Don't know princess, I just know you're not 100% human. I can smell the difference other than that, your guess is as good as mine." Ruby shrugged.

"Ruby, what are you doing here?" Sam asked from the back porch.

"Just need to talk." She said. "I'll see you around Olivia, and Dean, I'm sure I'll see you sooner than either one of us would like." She smiled and walked towards Sam.

Dean started walking back to the impala mumbling something under his breath that I couldn't make out but I'm fairly certain it was a long string of insults directed at Ruby. I turned around to follow him "Dean what did she mean?" I asked.

"Don't think too had on it sweetheart, demons lie." He replied.

"But what reason would she have to lie to me, she doesn't even know me." I continued.

"I don't know Olivia! But demons lie, I do know that. For all we know she knows who and why other demons are after you and your dad and she's just trying to get in your head. Just stay away from her." Dean said harshly. I looked down at my feet kicking the dirt around with my boot. "Look." He said grabbing my chin to force me to look at him "I don't know what she meant, you seem plenty human to me, we'll figure it out. I promise." He looked me dead in the eye and I was genuinely afraid my knees would give out from under me.

"okay." I said meekly. I pulled my face out of his grip and started to walk towards the house.

"Liv?" Dean asked.

"I'm fine Dean, I've had a lot to take in the past 48 hours or so and I haven't slept that much… I'm going to go lay down for a little bit. After that do you think one of you guys would be willing to go grocery shopping with me? I would really like to cook decent meal tonight and Bobby doesn't have much on hand…" I asked sweetly.

"Yeah, me or Sam will take you when you wake up. Go rest sweetheart I'm sure you could use it." Dean said leaning back under the hood.

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"I'm surprised you're taking me." I said simply

"Why's that?" Sam said pulling into a parking space.

"I don't know, you seemed busy with Ruby and Dean let you drive the car." My face scrunched up a little when I said her name.

"Dean already poison you against her too?" Sam said, clearly annoyed.

"No, I mean don't get me wrong, it's no secret Dean doesn't like her but my opinion isn't really fully formed yet… I just, I don't know, she's a demon. Isn't that a big 'ol red flag?"

"Yeah, and she has saved both mine and Dean's lives, multiple times." He retorted annoyed with how this conversation was going.

"Sam I don't know her; hell I don't know much about demons in general aside from what I learned in church and that they seem to like me a little too much." I sighed. "She said I wasn't human and I don't know what to think of that. She has enough sass to rival me and that's a lot. She's a demon, they aren't known to be helpful unless it benefits them directly… however, if it makes you feel better, I will do my best not to write her off yet. BUT I will not go against my instincts and just welcome her with open arms. I see how much Bobby loves you boys and in the short time I've known you, it's easy to see why. So like it or not we are like our own little fucked up family unit now. You're both stuck with me. So, suck it up buttercup I'll do whatever I have to for the people I care about." I smiled. He smiled in return.

"You are something else you know that?" Sam said shaking his head.

"I've been called worse." I retorted with a smile.

"Yeah, I can defiantly tell Bobby helped raise you." He maintained his light smile and rolled his eyes.

"You say that like it's a bad thing?!" I lightly smacked his arm. Honestly, I was just happy we moved passed the touchy subject of Ruby. "Now let's go inside and get groceries. I promised Dean pie and something about not getting only 'rabbit food'?" I looked to Sam quizzically. Sam just shook his head and started walking.

These boys are going to make life interesting that's for sure.

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"I thought I said no rabbit food!? And where's the pie?!" Dean was holding up carrots with a disgusted look on his face and digging through a couple bags.

"Dean believe it or not but that 'rabbit food' as you call it is going to be part of your dinner and I have to baked the pie. What did you think I was going to buy premade pie when I could bake a fresh one? What do you want apple or cherry?"

"Cherry!" Dean replied "Apple!" Sam said at the same time as he carried the last of the bags. They both looked at me to break the tie.

"Ooookay… both it is!" I decided. "Here you go." I said handing them both a beer out of the fridge. "Now get out. I need room to work." I said hands on my hips. "Oh hey, wait! Either of you here from Bobby? Shouldn't he have been back by now?" I asked.

"He called not too long ago, said he got a call about a small job. Should be back tomorrow." Dean said with a tight smile. He looked over at Sam and then turned and walked out of the room. Sam stood facing me for a few more moments looking a little uncomfortable before he turned and walked out too. I could tell he was lying or at very least lying through omission, I just couldn't figure out about what.

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"Oh my god! How could Bobby keep you to himself for all these years!?" Dean cried while shoving more food in his mouth. I think he was on his second helping but it may be the third.

"Slow down tiger, don't forget I made pie too." I said still staring at him trying to understand how he can still breathe with that much food in his mouth.

"Don't look directly at it, you may go blind." Sam joked noticing my bewilderment with his brothers eating habits.

"I can't help it; it's like a car wreck I want to look away but I just can't." I replied.

"Hahaha very funny… Where's the pie?" Dean somehow managed to get out without spitting food everywhere.

"I'll go get it." I stood from the table. "Can I get you guys another drink? And do you want ice-cream with your pie?" I asked.

"Liv, we can get it ourselves. You already did all this" he motioned to the roast, mash potatoes, gravy, roasted veggies, and rolls. "You've been cooking and tiding up around the house all day. You don't have to take care of us." Sam said. His eyes were honest and I could tell he didn't want me to feel like they were taking advantage.

"Speak for yourself Sammy I'm about to propose, you can take care of me all you want sweetheart." Dean said stabbing another piece of roast.

"Maybe I'm just looking for tips." I said poking his nose. "Now seriously, drinks? Ice cream? Give me answers or I'm coming back with it all anyways." I told them with a smirk.

"That sounds great Liv, thank you." Sam said puppy dog eyes and all. Dean just nodded feverishly as he shoveled the last of his mashed potatoes in his mouth.

As I was walking back in the room I could hear Dean and Sam talking amongst themselves. I didn't catch all of it but I caught the end:

"We have to tell her Dean; she's going to be pissed." Sam whispered

"I know Sammy, but we promised Bobby we'd keep our mouths shut." Dean shot back. He quickly noticed me approaching and tried to hide the fact they were in fact hiding something.

He smiled, eyeing me holding a couple pieces of pie and a bottle of whiskey. "Is it too soon to say 'I love you' because I'm seriously considering it." He joked. Both he and Sam laughed.

"Shut it Winchesters." I said setting everything on the table a bit roughly. I could see Sam starting to open his mouth out of the corner of my eye and I held up my hand. "That means you too, Sam." I snapped. "What are you not telling me?" I asked in an icy voice.

"Look Liv…" Sam started but I cut him off.

"Don't 'look Liv' me! Either tell me the truth or I swear to god I'll get one of the various guns Bobby has hidden in this room." I threatened

Sam held his hands up in surrender. Dean only smirked at me. "I think we went over earlier why I don't find that threatening sweetheart." My stomach flipped a little at the memory of him pinning me to the cars. I could feel a light blush form but I pushed it back. Dean continued to look smug, completely satisfied with my reaction.

"Fine. Tell me or I'll throw out the pies." I smiled wickedly. Dean's eyes went wide with shock.

"You wouldn't?!"

"Try me. Now spill." Both boys looked at each other in defeat.

"Bobby went to get your Dad from the airport… I guess he called him after you told him you were driving out here, he must've known it was serious before you even told him what was going on…" Sam sighed.

"Bobby is bringing that son of bitch here?! Why?! What good could possibly come from me seeing that sack of shit again? Huh?" I was pissed and a little scared though I wouldn't admit it so I hid my fear behind my anger.

"See this is why we didn't tell you." Said Dean.

"Liv, he could have some answers for you." Sam offered

"Yeah? And what makes you think he'll tell me? He's been keeping secrets, huge, unbelievable, life threatening secrets my entire life! Why stop now?" I was yelling but I could feel tears starting to form.

"Because he won't have a choice." Dean assured "He is going to have to come clean because he can't hide it anymore. We'll be here with you and I'm sure Bobby is going to be tearing him a new asshole the entire drive here. If you want I'll hold him down, let you get a few shots in." Dean offered trying to lighten my mood. Sam looked at him critically.

"Yeah we'll see..." Was all I said walking away.

"Liv!" "Olivia!" I could hear both Dean and Sam calling after me. I flipped them the bird and walked upstairs, slamming the door to the room I was staying in behind me. "Just fucking great." I thought. I wiped the few tears that escaped my eyes and plopped down on the bed… this is not going to go well.

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