I'm so sorry this update took forever, there were some very surprising and unfortunate events that took place and needed to be handled that greatly postponed me being able to update. So here we go! Read, review, let me know what you think!
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Daddy Dearest
I decided that I needed another shower. Really, I just knew the boys wouldn't bother me if I was in the shower and I needed a little bit of time to gather my thoughts.
It was just after 7:30 when I stepped out of my steaming sanctuary and if I wasn't still irate with the boys for not telling me I was going to be forced to face my father again in the morning I would have gone and thanked Sam for picking up some essentials for me earlier. He actually did a pretty good job at picking out decent shampoo and conditioner and few other things like shave gel, lotion, he even got me deodorant. Under different circumstances I would worry he was trying to tell me I smelled.
I padded down the hallway, one towel wrapped around my body the other wrapped around my hair. When I got back to my room I closed the door behind me and unwrapped my hair, flipping my head over continued to towel dry my dark tresses. I slipped on a pair of black boy shorts and then quickly tossed on a clean white beater that I stole from Bobby. I really need to either go shopping or head home and actually pack. I turned to try and find the sweat pants Sam had lent me earlier and I just about jumped out of my skin and gracefully fell on my ass.
The blonde demon, I think her name was Ruby was sitting on my bed.
"Oh, for the love of fuck! What do you two want?!" if I wasn't so pissed off I probably would have been scared.
"You certainly have the same attitude problems as the Winchesters but you're not like them are you?" She said cocking her head to the side with a wicked grin watching me climb back to my feet.
"I don't understand what you're asking." I responded flatly.
"You're not a hunter." She huffed back in annoyance.
"No, but I'll tell you what I am. I'm pissed off that some demon broad is standing in my room asking pointless questions while I'm in my underwear." My voice was low and borderline threatening. "So I'm going to ask again; what the fuck do you want?"
She just smiled and shook her head "Look at the cute little kitten trying to act tough. You think you have something I haven't seen before?" she said motioning to my body. Her face then turned deadly serious "Do you have any idea what type of shit pile you stumbled into little girl?" she stood up and took a few steps closer so we were standing only about a foot or two apart. "I've heard some interesting things through the demon grapevine lately, it seems a pretty big boss has put out an APB on an Olivia Skovgaard, the girl with purple eyes" She was now looking directly into my eyes, my breath hitched a little. "Now you tell me, what could you have possibly done to get the attention of a big timer? And to top it off he wants you alive." She was now standing toe to toe with me.
"I-I I didn't do anything, they want me to get back at my dad, I guess." I stammered out.
"That doesn't make sense, if it was just revenge they'd just kill you. You must be useful for some reason." Ruby bit back getting irritated.
"Look, I don't know okay! Maybe they need me for bait or something, although I doubt that'd work. I haven't seen my dad in years and up until a few days ago I thought he was just a seriously fucked up business tycoon, who hated his fuck up of a daughter, and demons didn't exist much less want me for some godforsaken reason!" I was yelling now.
"You have enough daddy issues to rival our boys downstairs, don't you?" she smirked. I was about to yell at her some more when the bedroom smashed open.
"What the hell are you doing here? Liv, are you okay?" Dean yelled rushing in gun aimed at Ruby.
"How'd you even get in here?" Sam asked as he walked in behind Dean. He was calmer than Dean and already tucking his gun back into the back of his pants.
"Put the peashooter away Dean." Ruby said rolling her eyes. "If I wanted to hurt her I would have done it already. We were just having a little girl talk." She said with a wink.
"Oh, no Ruby! Don't tell me you're backing out? I thought we were going to have a pillow fight in our underwear and braid each other's hair… you know real slumber party action." My voice was dripping with sarcasm and I was glaring at everyone in the room.
Ruby actually laughed while Dean and Sam stared at me dumbfounded. "I like her, so do me a favor and give her a rundown on how to survive this war. She broke the salt line when she left her bedroom window open, not a smart move when you have demons after you. Seriously, have you guys not told her anything?" She said addressing Sam and Dean.
"We were waiting until Bobby and her dad got here." Sam answered
"Oh, her daddy dearest is going to be here? GREAT! Why not just ring the fucking dinner bell? The Winchester brother's, Bobby Singer, and those two all in one place?! I'm working with fucking geniuses…" She started pacing the room. "You do understand all of you are on Hell's most wanted list, right?!"
"Us I get. What do they want Olivia for?" Dean questioned
"That's what I was just trying to figure out sparky." She snarked back. "At least you guys have the advantage of death. There are very specific instructions to take her alive. If you don't teach her to protect herself, she'll end up wishing she was lucky enough to be on the hit list." She said pointing to me. "Teach her what she needs to know. And when the rest of the posse gets here be on guard. I can't keep coming to the rescue."
"Can you get her one of those hex bags, help hide her." Sam asked
"She doesn't need one." She replied
"What?" Sam and Dean said at the same time.
She rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest "She doesn't need one. Whatever she is, isn't traceable."
"You're lying." Dean said
"Why would I lie? What do I gain by lying about that? Honestly, I'm just as lost as you but I'm not going to complain right now because at least that is one thing we have going for us. I'm out of here." And with that she left out the window she came in.
Dean quickly walked over the window and closed it. "Sammy go get some salt, we need to redo this line." Dean instructed. Sam turned and walked out of the room to do as he was told. Dean turned back to me "Still pissed at us?" he asked.
"Yes, but I have a feeling I'm going to have to swallow that for a least a little bit." My face was hard but my voice was barely over a whisper.
"Oh, come on sweetheart! Only reason we didn't tell you about your dad was because Bobby was afraid you'd try to run." He explained.
I held up my hand to signal for him to stop talking "I get it, I don't like it, but I get it and Bobby was right if you would have told me earlier that Ron was going to be here in the morning you would have had to tie me to the bed to keep me here." I responded.
"Well, maybe we should still tie you to the bed, you know just to be sure you don't make a break for it in the middle of the night." Dean's signature smirk plastered on his face and although I knew he was joking I could still see a spark of excitement in those green eyes. I rolled my eyes.
"You very well might. I may seriously consider taking my chances with demons rather than be forced to chat with my bastard father." My voice was cold and I turned my back to him to once again try and locate where I had tossed the sweatpants from earlier. I could tell he was about to say something but Sam reentered the room with salt in hand.
"So you guys going to explain to me the whole salt thing?" I asked. I got down on all fours peaking under the bed, I could feel two sets of eyes on my ass "Where the fuck are those sweatpants?" I mumbled.
"Oh, uh, sorry I saw them laying on your bed earlier and I thought you were done with them so I took them back." Sam said from the window reapplying salt in a solid line across the window sill. "The salt acts as a barrier, spirits and demons cannot cross it but it has to be a solid line." He said answering my question.
"Really, salt? That seems so simple, like shouldn't there be holy water or eye of newt of something?" I said with a shrug. Now knowing that the search for pants was futile I decided just to sit on the bed. "What else do I need to know?"
"There's a lot of things we have to cover with you, but holy water is a thing and it does work. I'm sure when Bobby gets back he'll give you days' worth of reading to study. Right now we have other things to focus on." Dean said from his new spot leaning on against the wall.
"And what's that Dean? What's more important than teaching her how to protect herself? You heard Ruby there are some really nasty players after her, she needs to know what she's up against!" Sam defended.
"And she will." Dean's voice was firm. "But we are here now" He said gesturing between himself and Sam "So we will worry about fighting until Bobby and her dad get back. Then they can decide how to best prepare her for this life but before then I have some questions for her on why her 'Daddy Dearest' scares her enough to risk running off despite having demons after her and no knowledge of how to fight them."
"Seriously! We're back to talking about me like I'm not right in front of you?!" I cut Dean off. "Would either of you like to know what I want? Hmmmm?" My eyes were wide staring them both down.
"Yeah princess, what do you want besides high tailing it out of here and get yourself killed?" Dean replied clearly annoyed with my outburst. Sam didn't say anything just looking at me with those puppy dog eyes clearly pleading with me to stay.
"I want to leave! I'll get a hotel you can salt the fuck out of the place and I promise I won't leave. I can't be here in when he's here, I can't do it"
"No." Both boys said simultaneously "You have no idea what you're up against out there! What they will do to you!" Dean yelled. Sam was now sitting next to me on the bed he put his hand on my shoulder and spoke in a low gentle tone. "Liv, we can't let you leave. You know that, Bobby would kill us and I'm sure your dad would too…"
"He couldn't give two flying fucks about me! You have no fucking clue the monster that is my father. The only reason Bobby is bringing him back here is because I've never told him why I really cut him out of my life…" my head was down I couldn't look at either of them. "You want to know why I would rather take my chances out there then face Ron" my voice was pained, defeated. I've never told anyone why I hated him, I mean I never told them the full truth but it seemed that was my only option if I had any hope of leaving here before Bobby and Ron got here.
"We can't help unless you tell us, and if he's as bad as you are making him sound then I'd kind of like to know who we are meeting with." Sam said from next to me. Dean was back to his spot leaning against the wall leaving the talking to his brother.
"Fine." I said standing up, I walked so my back was to both of them. I pulled the white beater I was wearing up and off, hugging my chest so I wasn't any more exposed then I already was. I could feel their eyes on me and I felt them both step closer.
"Are those…" Sam couldn't finish
"Did he do this to you?" Dean demanded. His voice was quite but it was filled with rage.
I pulled my shirt back over my head and back but I didn't turn around. I couldn't face them, I was afraid if I looked at their faces I would either lose my voice or my composure, or both. "The light thin ones are very old, Ron had the 'spare the rod spoil the child' type of parenting style and let's just say I wasn't very well behaved. The newer scars, the deep cuts, the burns, the symbols… those are only a couple years old. I lied when I said I hadn't seen Ron since the branding incident when I was 16. I was had just turned 21, he tracked me down to the bar I was working in at the time. I was pretty excited it was my first night behind the bar and not just being a waitress" I felt tears sting the corners of my eyes but I blinked through them and forced myself to continue.
"We closed up shop like any other night and it was my turn to take the trash out to the dumpster so I told the other girl to go on, I knew she wanted to get home. There was only one other car parked in the lot besides mine when I came out, I didn't think too much of it simply because it's not horribly uncommon for someone to have had one too many and take a cab home instead of drive. When I got to my car I felt someone grab me from behind and then I smelled what assume was chloroform and everything went black… When I came too I was strapped stomach down to a table, shirt ripped off. Ron kept yelling at me, demanding I tell him what I was, and that's when he started cutting. He said something along the lines of figuring out what I am, that I wasn't really his daughter, telling me how if it wasn't for me my mom would still be alive and that's when I knew he'd totally lost his mind. He used so many different tools and knives I couldn't keep track I'm pretty sure I blacked out a few times but he always brought me back, wanted me awake for what he did next." Tears were streaming down my face and I was hugging myself, trying to find some comfort. Someone spun me around and I felt a hard chest and strong arms hug me to them. Sam. He held me and let me cry gently stroking my hair. I wished I could stay there, I felt safe there.
"Why wouldn't you tell Bobby about this?" Dean asked "He would have helped you, he wouldn't be bringing this sick fuck back with him if he knew!"
"Dean! Not the time!" Sam scolded not breaking our embrace.
"It's fine Sam." I said taking a step back and I wiped a few stray tears and took a deep breath. "I was afraid, ashamed; I was told my entire life by Ron that everything was my fault. My mother's death, anytime something went wrong with his business, whenever I was being punished, it was my fault. This was no different. You grow up hearing something enough times, you start to believe it. He told me constantly that this was my fault, I made him do it, that no one would believe me. He started telling me those things right after the first time he raised his hand to me. He trained me to be a silent and compliant victim. I hate myself for not standing up for myself, for being such a coward, but I would hate myself more if people knew… It took a lot of time and every self-help book I could find to come to terms with the fact my father is just a sick and twisted son of a bitch and the only thing I am at fault for is listening to him for so long. By the time I made my peace with it telling Bobby seemed pointless. As far as I knew Bobby and Ron hadn't talked since the branding and I didn't think any good would come of me telling Bobby. Bobby would have killed him."
"Yeah and now I'm going to kill him." Dean said.
"Dean." Sam cut in. "Liv, is there anything else we should know?"
"Oh, umm, well he tried to…" my voice was starting to get shake.
"It's ok Liv, no one is judging you." Sam said.
"He-he tried to… when he finished cutting my back up, he tried to take me." I whispered
"Take you? What do you mean, take you where? he already kidnapped you." Dean asked eyebrows scrunched together.
I huffed. "Rape, Dean. He tried to rape me."
"What?!" I'm fairly certain both of the boys' eyebrows were lost in their hairline. "That's your dad! And he tried to-to you know!?" Dean stammered out, clearly disgusted.
Sam was at a total loss for words. I met his eyes ever so briefly and they were filled with such empathy and emotion I had to look away.
"He didn't, never got that far; I got away somehow. My guardian angel or something but I got away. I remember him cutting off my pants and saying awful things, I was crying begging him to stop then I think I blacked out. I woke up in the hospital. Maybe, he came to his senses and stopped. Maybe, someone heard my cries and came to the rescue, I don't know. Hospital only said I was dropped off by someone who apparently gave a fake name and information but they didn't fit my father's description." I voice was numb still barely above a whisper. I was staring at my feet suddenly feeling very exposed.
"Hey Sam?" his head turned towards me. "Do you think I could use those sweatpants again?" I asked shuffling my feet.
"Yeah, I'll be right back." He started to walk by me and paused. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him "None of this is your fault." He said firmly and he walked out of the room to grab me the pants. I could only nod.
"You know we won't let him hurt you, right?" Dean said, half a question, half telling me it as a fact.
"It's not a matter of what you'd let happen, it's a matter of what will happen." I responded sadly. "If Ron is in as deep shit as Ruby makes it seem and the demons really want me for some reason it wouldn't surprise me if he agreed to come here to use me as a bargaining chip to get him out of his own mess… Ruby's right we need to be prepared for some type of trap."
"He would really do that? Pawn off his daughter to save his own neck?" Dean asked.
"You're really surprised after what I just told you?!" I asked angrily "In his mind I'm not his daughter, I'm just the thing that ruined his life."
"No, I guess I'm just having a hard time digesting all this. I mean hunters are known to have issues but trying to do that to your kid..." Dean's voice trailed off.
"Ron isn't a hunter. At least I don't think he is. My entire life he's traveled the world for 'rare and mysterious artifacts' he's made his fortune from buying a selling whatever the hell he's collecting. I never really asked too many questions, asking questions never went over well with him…" I trailed off lost in a painful memory.
"Sounds like Bella." Sam said. As he walked back into the room and handed me the sweatpants. I slid back into them. I nodded to Sam in thanks.
"Oh, great! Well that explains everything. You can't have a soul to do what she does." Dean spat. I'm guessing he didn't like this Bella person.
"I'm going to go see if I can find a hoodie or something in Bobby's room." I left the room. I was starting to feel overwhelmed about everything that had just happened. I didn't talk about Ron to anyone and now I just spilled my darkest secrets to these brothers who I had pretty much just met. I felt sick. I knew part of it was because I had just relived the worse day of my life and the larger, heavier pit in my stomach was caused by knowing Ron was going to be here… in the morning.
I managed to find a crew neck sweater I had sent Bobby a few years ago it said 'My Kid's a Buckeye' on the chest. I'm almost positive he's never worn it but it made me smile that he even kept it. It was huge on me and paired with Sam's sweatpants I felt like a toddler who got into her parent's closet. I passed that same picture again, I couldn't help but focus on Ron's face and wonder if I really was to blame for him turning into the monster he is now. Did I do this to him? He looks so happy in the photo, so genuinely happy and then I was born and everything changed. I had to walk away before I either started crying or throwing shit.
I shuffled down the hallway trying my best to not trip over the extra fabric hanging from my small frame. I was hungry and I didn't get any of the pie I made earlier so that seemed like a good 'eat your feelings' type of snack. I made it about half way down the stairs before I stepped on the extra length of one of the pant legs and started tumbling down the stairs.
"Jesus! Liv! Are you okay?!" Sam asked rushing over to help me to my feet.
"You are not going to make this whole keeping you alive thing easy are you?" Dean asked grinning at me.
"Fuck you Dean." I grumbled at him rubbing my elbow. "Place and time sweetheart, just name it." He quipped back. I couldn't help but smirk and shake my head. "And yes thank you Sam, I'm fine, just clumsy." I said smiling to the giant of a man standing next to me.
"Hey, so we wanted to go over some things with you." Sam said placing a hand on the small of my back leading me to the main room.
"Can I get some pie first? I didn't get any earlier and I could use a little pick me up." I asked redirecting myself towards the kitchen. Sam looked at Dean critically. "What?" I asked. Dean rubbed the back of his head and looked down. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me! I made two pies!" I looked upon him dumbfounded.
"His love of pie is borderline disturbing." Sam said
"Shut up Sammy! It was damn good pie, don't act like you didn't help." Dean tried to defend
"True, but unlike you I set two pieces aside for Liv." Sam walked over to the fridge and moved somethings around "I hid them behind some of the vegetables you bought, no way Dean would ever look there." He turned around holding a plate with two pieces of pie, one cherry, one apple. I laughed, hard "Sam you are my hero." I walked over to him grabbed his head to pull him closer and stood on my tippy toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. I could see a faint blush creep onto Sam's cheeks and he smiled shyly at me. Dean was glaring at both of us.
"What's wrong Deany-weany? Do you need a kiss too?" I asked making obnoxious kissy faces at him. Sam scoffed.
"Ha-ha, very mature" Dean said sourly "We have some important things to discuss" he said turn towards the main room again.
"Yes sir!" I said with a mock salute and followed him into the next room with Sam on my heels.
After about an hour of discussion, me threatening to stab Dean at least twice if he tried to steal anymore bites of my pie, and a lot of argument we had come up with a plan. I wasn't totally sold on the plan but they wouldn't let me leave and they wouldn't let me just shoot him so it was the best option we could agree on.
"Go lay down Liv, you look tired." Sam said.
"Yeah we'll finish up here, let me know you need me to tuck you in." Dean followed up.
"Thanks Sam, and Dean, bite me." I smiled and started walking to the stairs.
"Is that an offer?" Dean yelled at my retreating form
I simply flipped him the bird and continued walking. I could hear both the boys chuckling behind me as they finished up the last bit of preparations for Ron's arrival tomorrow.
Once in my room I kicked off the sweatpants, I hated sleeping in pants.
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Fuck my life; 5 o'clock in the goddamn morning. I can't sleep, again. The boys said they were expecting Bobby to get back around between 7 and 8 so I wasn't too terribly long until the shit hit the fan. I guess now is a good of a time as any, might as well get up and make breakfast. This time I not only remembered to put on pants but I even held up the extra fabric while walking down the stairs as to not trip and fall again. Today was already going well.
"She learns!" I heard Dean quip from the somewhere in the shadows. If it hadn't been for me grabbing the railing at the last second, I would have again fallen down the stairs.
"Jesus Christ! Are you trying to kill me?" I gasped
"Actually, I'm trying very hard to keep you alive. You're the one making the job hard." He simply smiled.
"What are you doing up?" I asked
"I could ask you the same question. Sam and I took shifts taking watch; if what you say is true and Ron would strike a deal to save his own skin there is always a possibility he already told them where to find you." Dean replied
"That's true, I didn't think of that… I just couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind so I decided to make breakfast. We're supposed to act normal right? Me making breakfast for guys would be normal."
Dean smiled "I'll never argue with a home cooked meal. What's on the menu?"
"Whatever you want; pancakes, crepes, bacon, eggs, hash browns, you name it I can do it." I smiled back. Cooking made me happy, that's what I wanted to go to school for but I was convinced by both Ron and multiple guidance counselors that it would be a waste of my book smarts. However, that didn't stop me from taking some culinary classes for fun.
"Crepes? Do I look like a guy French guy to you?" Dean scoffed.
"Okay, no crepes. Then what would you like me lord?" I said with a courtesy.
"I didn't take you as the courtesy type. How about pancakes and bacon, oh and eggs Sam will want eggs." Dean answered.
"Oh the things you have yet to learn about me could fill an encyclopedia" I started looking through the kitchen for everything I needed. "I am a debutante Mr. Winchester. I have been trained in the fine art of high society and let me tell you something; high society can totally suck it. Slumming it is so much more fun." I said with a smile and a wink over my shoulder.
"Yeah I bet. A debutante really? I can't see it" Dean said sipping some coffee.
"Ron insisted, him being an upscale business man his reputation in the higher circles in his dealings only benefited by me being a 'proper lady'. I'm pretty sure me completing debutante school was one of the only things I did he was actually pleased with, and dear god did I hate every second of it. Prissy bitches, that's why I could never be a lesbian, girls are so catty I don't blame you and Sam for staying single." I rambled on while going about my business making breakfast.
"You sure are chatty this morning." Dean replied watching me curiously
"Well, today is either going to go really well, or really fucking bad so I guess my nerves are running my mouth a bit. Anything you want to know? When I'm in a mood like this I'm an open book; ask away. May be your last chance." I continued my ramblings
"Hey, we aren't going to let anything bad happen to you sweetheart. Get that type of shit thinking out of your head." He said firmly.
"I said it before, and I'll say it again, it's not what you'll let happen that worries me Dean. There are so many factors out of our control here and if it comes down to turning myself over so Bobby and you boys can walk away in one piece, that's exactly what I'll do." I said looking him dead in the eye my face emotionless.
"What if Ron didn't make any deal? What if he is really just coming to help? I'm not saying it's likely, but is there really no possibility that at very least he just doesn't want to help those black eyed sons of bitches?" he asked.
I laughed, like really laughed, head tilted back in a bark of laughter type of laugh. When I was able to regain control over my breathing I simply shook my head and closer the short distance between myself and Dean sitting at the kitchen table. I placed one of my hands on his cheek gently grazing my thumb along is cheek bone. "You really are lucky you are so goddamn pretty." I lightly smacked the same cheek my hand was previously resting on and turned back around to the counter to continue cooking. "I get your obsession with family, I do. I would do anything for those I consider family and somehow you and Sam have very quickly wiggled your way into my heart so, fuck you for that by the way, I'm not normally one to open up so easily… must be those damn puppy dog eyes you both do. Anyways, I'm rambling again… what was I talking about?" My asked voice light and airy my back still to him.
"Family." He responded amused.
"Right. Ron is not my family; he hasn't been for a very long time. Ron was merely the sperm donor, that's it. As far as I'm concerned Bobby is my Dad, I would do anything to protect him and that's a big reason I never told him about what really went on between me and Ron. He'd never forgive himself for not seeing it and stopping it… so on that note I'd appreciate you guys not saying anything unless absolutely necessary."
"Wasn't planning on it." Dean said. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, I told you, open book remember?" I stated mixing some pancake batter.
"How is it possible you are a virgin? You saving yourself or something?" Dean's scoffed.
"Dude? Why are you so fixated on that?" Sam said walking into the kitchen.
"Don't act like you're not curious Sammy. The girl is like a fucking unicorn!" Dean retorted
"I just don't think it's any of our business." Sam stated heading towards the cupboard for a coffee mug. I quickly shooed him away and forced him to sit at the table. "You don't have to serve us Liv. Really, we are big boys."
"Believe me, I can see perfectly well that you are big boys" I said with a wink. "but I enjoy it, makes me feel useful and I'm good at it so shut up, sit down, and let me act like 50's house wife. Now, how do my 'big boys' want their eggs?" I said in a sickeningly sweet voice while batting my eyelashes.
"Why do we always attract the nutjobs? And you still didn't answer my question." Dean stated.
"Takes one to know one. And to answer your question there is no good answer. Aside from the buttload of daddy issues I'm not really sure what to say. I'm not saving myself, in fact the idea of sex is pretty damn appealing… I guess I don't know…"
"you want to be in love?" Sam asked in an attempt to finish my thought.
"Aw, Sammy always the softy" Dean said with over exaggerated emotion while placing a hand over his heart.
"Shut up, jerk." Was all Sam said back. "bitch" Dean instantly said back.
"Well, no love isn't a must. It'd be nice, I have nothing against falling in love but all I really want is for the first time to be with someone I won't mind remembering forever. You know? Like you never forget your first so I guess I've just been holding out for someone who won't make me cringe in 10 years." I said with a shrug.
"Really?!" Dean gawked. "That's it? No 'waiting for the perfect guy' or 'premarital sex is a sin' type of stuff?"
"Nope." I answered popping the 'p' in my simple response.
"And you seriously haven't come across anyone who you don't think you'd regret?" Sam asked curiously
"Well, I mean it's not that simple. I've never really been in a long term relationship. I didn't date when I was in school I wasn't allowed, nor did I really have time. Even after I was done with school I've only ever been a few dates here and there and don't get me wrong I've done other stuff but whenever a guy finds out I still have my v-card things always get weird." I rambled out.
"Weird how?" Dean asked clearly intrigued
"I don't know, like that becomes their main focus in the relationship. Like, either their main objective becomes to deflower me or trying to 'preserve' me. They stop dating me and only seem interested in getting to know my hymen… So needless to say I don't date much. I've honestly considered just finding some random guy and getting it over with but I don't know… that just seems so dirty." I said scrunching up my nose.
"Well, I am all for just getting it over with and just know sweetheart I'm here for you." Dean gave me his best panty dropping smile. Sam rolled his eyes and kicked him from under the table. "Ow!"
"Don't be a douchebag." Sam tried to shush Dean.
I just shook my head and placed the boys' breakfast in front of each of them. I wasn't sure if it was them just used to eating on the run or if my cooking was really that good but they both might have well inhaled their food. Just as I was about to ask if they actually were able to taste their food at the rate they eat it we all heard a car pulling in.
"Shit!" Sam and I said at the same time
"It'll be okay" Dean hushed us "They're early but everything is set, Olivia you stay in the kitchen and don't come out unless me or same tell you otherwise." His use of my name instead of 'sweetheart' mixed with the tone of his voice let me know there was no room for argument.
"Act normal." Sam reminded me with a gentle squeeze on my shoulder.
"right…" my voice was small and I hated it. I thought I was past this, stronger than this but I could barely stop my hands from shaking. Both the boys left the kitchen I could still see them but they were clearly positioning themselves between the door and myself. They looked so relaxed and natural, as if a monster wasn't about to walk through the door. Sam sat with his laptop, Dean relaxed on the coach with his coffee and the paper. I could tell neither of them were actually paying much attention to the objects in front of them, they were merely props as to not look suspicious and I guess it wasn't until that moment that it really hit me this is what they do. These two men were professionals, they were in their element and I found that comforting. I also ignored the small voice in the back of my head saying that I should in no way be comforted by the company of professional killers regardless of what they hunt. The door opened and I held my breath trying my best not to have a panic attack.
Bobby walked in, I instantly tried to act like I hadn't noticed and started cleaning up the mess I made in the kitchen from making breakfast. Honestly, doing something with my hands helped calm my nerves a little, gave me something to focus on aside from my fear. I heard Bobby and the boys quietly talking I couldn't quite make out what they were saying but I could tell no one was happy about it.
Next thing I heard was the sound of heavy footsteps walking into the house, unlike the other three men I knew these were expensive leather dress shoes and not boots. I tried hard not to shake, not to show I knew who it was before looking. I forced myself to look up to meet those blue eyes that once held so much warmth but I know had grown dead and cold.
"Hello Livvy, it's been a long time."
The dish I was holding slipped from my fingers shattering on the floor in front of me. I was totally fuck.