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-Not the Plan-

"Livvy? What's wrong" His voice was smooth, confident, terrifying. "Livvy, Darling? Really? You look like you've seen a ghost. Come here, give your father hug." A sick smile was plastered, he knew what he was doing, he knew I was petrified, but what was more was he knew with the years of metal and physical abuse I suffered at his hand there was a good chance I'd comply.

My feet started to move before my brain could even process what they were doing. To my joy instead of complying and going in for a hug like I was ordered I started to back away.

"Livvy." His voice was firm, a warning. He was subtly trying to convey his authority without going full blown asshole in front of Bobby and the boys.

I froze for a brief moment looking up to meet his eyes again and that's all it took. "Fuck you." I whispered.

"Excuse me?" his anger was starting to break his composure, his expression grew dark and I knew if it weren't for the three other men in the room he would have already knocked me to the floor.

"Fuck you." This time I said it louder, stronger, and god it felt good. I went to take a few steps forward, feeling confident in defying him for the first time in a long time. "Goddammit! Fuck my life!" My moment was ruined when I stepped on a piece or several pieces of glass from the forgotten dish shattered on the floor. I could tell at least one piece was pretty damn deep, I was actually a little surprised just how deep the little fuckers had managed to get with that single step. When I looked down I could see a pool of blood forming on the floor … leave it to me to fuck up my own moment.

"Jesus Liv, how'd you manage to make it this long without us?" Sam quickly came into the kitchen and lifted me off the floor bridal style like I weighed nothing. I could hear the glass crunch under his boots as he walked me towards the bathroom. Once again I couldn't help but notice how small I felt in his arms, he really was kind of a giant, I'm glad I'm not a bad guy. My pride told me to try and shrug it off and tell them I'm fine but I knew it was a useless fight so I decided just to let him carry me off, at least I'd get away from Ron for a bit. "I'm going to help her get cleaned up." Sam nodded towards Dean. I could tell there was some type of silent communication going on at the same time but I didn't question it.

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"Hey, Liv? You with me?" Sam asked, he was looking at me like he was excepting answer.

"I'm sorry what?" I was pulled out of my little trance and realized I was already in the upstairs bathroom sitting on the sink. Sam was sitting on the side of the tub my foot resting on a towel in his lap and a pair of tweezers in his hand. I don't even remember him carrying me up the stairs. My mind was stuck on Ron's face a mix of rage from my outburst and pleasure as he watched blood drip from my foot. I really hated him but what I hated more was that I knew he wasn't always this way. He was never the lovely, overly affectionate type but he was a good dad, once. It was those memories, the happy ones, that killed me.

"Hellooo, Earth to Olivia! You're not going into shock or something are you?" Sam was staring at me again.

"I'm sorry Sam, I'm just… there's just a lot going on in my head." I replied

"Yeah, I bet. Look, some of these are pretty deep and aren't going to be pleasant to pull out. Also, you are probably going to need stitches. You think you can handle it or do I need to go get Dean to hold you down?" Sam asked looking up at me through his hair.

"As much fun as it sounds to get tag teamed by the Winchester boys, let's keep this special moment between us. I'll tell you to stop if it gets to be too much. What do you think? 'Bubblegum' as a safe word?" I said with a smirk trying to hide how much I was freaking out behind sarcasm. I'm sure the pain and blood didn't help but just knowing Ron was down stairs made me feel sick.

Sam just stared at me for a few seconds and shook his head. "I don't even know how to respond to that."

"Bubblegum it is!" I smiled. "Okay, let's do this. Count of three?" I asked. Sam nodded.

"One. Two… SON OF A BITCH!" I yelped. "I thought I said on the count of three?!"

"You would have tensed up too much making it harder to pull out if I waited until '3'." Sam said with a shrug. "Now calm down and stop being a baby. There's still a few more small pieces and a much bigger one. I need to get that out and then stitch it up anything that needs it. I'm going to take out these smaller ones first though." I could feel him pulling out some small chunks of glass, I did my best not to flinch too much but this shit hurt!

"Wow, never seen you get so bossy Sam. I kinda like it." I winked, still trying to hide my discomfort with humor.

"I'll keep that in mind. Now, count to three again I need to get the last piece out; it's the big one." he stated firmly.

"Why would I do that? I know you're just going to pull it out at two- AH Fuck me! BUBBLEGUM!" it took all my self-control not to kick Sam in the face as he yanked the large piece of glass out. "You didn't even wait for me to start counting that time!" I pouted

"Like you said, 'what's the point'?'" Sam smirked, honestly it was a very similar expression I'd seen plastered across Dean's face many times. "You were serious about that safe word huh?"

I just glared at him. "You're lucky I like your face so much the way it is or I'd be forced to slap that cocky little smirk right off it." I tried to say it without smiling but I failed and my threat only resulted in that smirk turning into a full blown grin.

"Alright, it's not as bad as I thought but there's still a lot of blood so I'm still going to add a few stitches just to be safe. I have to go grab the kit, keep pressure on that." Sam informed me.

"How'd you learn all this? The first aid stuff, I can tell this isn't your first rodeo, I thought you went to law school not med school." I asked genuinely curious.

He stood up and moved toward the bathroom door. "It's a necessary part of the job, a hunter's life is not a safe one and doesn't exactly come with medical insurance." He left it at that and I understood.

My hand shot out and grabbed him by the wrist before he left the small room, I didn't even really know why but I just needed to say something, anything. "Hey Sam? I'm sorry I got blood on your pants, both of them…" I trailed off looking at the sweatpants I was currently wearing and then to his jeans where my foot had just been resting. The towel didn't do a good job of keeping my blood off him. "And… thank you, you know for everything." My smile was soft and sincere, almost shy. I wasn't used to depending on other people so much and I couldn't help but feel mildly embarrassed at how child like I felt in the presence of these men.

"Liv, don't worry about it okay? Not the first time I've had blood on me." He smiled, looking genuinely amused that I would apologize about something like that.

He took me by surprise when he leaned in and planted a gentle kiss in my hair. I couldn't understand how such a simple gesture felt so intimate but it did. I could feel heat rush to my cheeks as a healthy blush spread across my cheeks. When he pulled back he didn't say a word just looked at me with those soulful hazel eyes and gently squeezed my shoulder as if saying 'I'll be right back' and then he was gone.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Sam and Dean had managed to wiggle their way into my heart and it was terrifying. I didn't let people in, I didn't let men in especially, but I let them in. Normally, I kept people at arm's length. I wasn't cold or mean to anyone, sarcastic at best but that was just my personality. I just didn't let myself care the way I was quickly starting to care for these two. I couldn't describe it, I don't even know what to call it, but I felt like I've known them forever. How cliché does that sound? What the hell was wrong with me?

A sudden crash from down stairs ripped me from my thoughts. It sounded like someone being thrown against a wall, hard.

"Bobby!" Deans voice bellowed.

In a panic I tied the towel around my foot as tight as possible in an effort to keep me from bleed too much. I grabbed one of the many guns Bobby had hidden in the house and for once I was thankful for the old man's paranoia, this one just so happened to be taped behind the toilet. I hobbled down the hall to the stairs trying to keep my weight on my good foot. I made it about half way down the stairs when I froze. Bobby looked to be out cold slumped against the wall, both Sam and Dean were pinned by an invisible force.

"Livvy, darling, how nice of you to join us." Ron hissed. His once blue eyes were black and the smile on his face made my stomach turn. He was possessed.

"Olivia! Run!" Dean managed to yell at me. I ignored him.

"Let them go! Please, I'll do whatever you want. Please, please, just don't hurt them." I begged, tears pooled in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. "Please, just tell me what you want. Just let them go."

"See someone knows how to corporate." Ron said smugly. "Was that really so hard?"

"Liv, no! Get out of here!" Sam shouted just before he started coughing from the pressure being applied to his body.

"If you try and run, I will kill them. All of them. I have no intention of losing you like last time." He stated coolly.

"Let them go, I won't run if you don't hurt them." My voice was stronger than I thought possible but it gave me a small amount confidence or at least the hope I could fake enough confidence to pull this off.

"That's a pretty tall order, these two are some of Hell's most wanted and you just want me to let them go? What makes you think you're worth that?" The demon teased.

"I know you're under orders to bring me in alive. I have no idea why I'm so important to whoever you work for but I'm guessing if I off myself right here and now you're going to get in trouble." I pulled the small hand gun out of the back of my pants and placed it under my chin. "Do not cause them any harm and I will go with you without a fight or I'll make you bringing me in alive an impossible task." How I managed to keep my voice even and calm I'll never know but fake it till you make it, right? I saw both men's eyes go wide with horror silently begging me to run.

"You kill yourself, I'll kill them jut to spite you." He hissed.

"You allow me to pull this trigger you failed your mission regardless of if the Winchesters are dead or not. And this maybe me going out on a limb here but I'm betting Hell isn't known for being understanding…" I replied tightening my grip on the gun.

"Fine." He huffed clearly annoyed but not willing to risk calling my bluff. He released his hold on the boys just enough so they weren't choking or being hurt but not enough for them to move. "Sorry Darling, I can't have them trying to come to rescue but I give you my word when we leave they'll be freed, no harm."

"Sweetheart, you don't know what you're doing! Run get out of here!" Dean shouted.

"Dean, I appreciate your concern but please shut up. I can't be responsible for you guys getting hurt because of me." I hissed back.

"What do you want?" I asked redirecting my attention back to the demon, I could feel myself becoming light headed. My foot was still bleeding and I'm fairly certain the towel I tied around it wasn't doing a very good job of slow the bleeding. I had to lower the gun both as a show of keeping my end of the deal and because I didn't really have the strength to hold it up that much longer.

"You. It's pretty simple really." He smiled back. "I just need to deliver you, so the quicker you walk out that door with me the quicker this can all be over."

"What do they want with me?" I asked

"Don't know, don't care. All I know is they want you alive and it's important. I don't have time for 20 questions nor would I play if I did. So get your perky little ass over here and let's go, then I can let your precious little Winchesters go to be killed another day." The smile on his face made my skin crawl. I knew it wasn't my dad, but it was at the same time.

"Yeah, fine. Whatever." I huffed. I grabbed the railing for support and started to move but as soon as I tried to walk I could feel the wooziness from blood loss take over. "Woah" I said more to myself than anyone else. My vision was starting to go black around the edges and I had to sit or else I knew I was going to pass out.

"Oh come on, really?! You're going to make me carry you out of here?" The demon was clearly annoyed at this development.

"I'm so sorry to inconvenience you. If you'd like to come back later when I'm not bleeding everywhere I'm totally fine with that." I bite out.

Letting out a large dramatic sigh the demon started walking towards the stairs "Fine. But I'm not going to be gentle." That sick smirk reclaimed its position on Ron's face. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest as he got closer.

"What the?! You little bitch!" The demon roared.

I smiled. "I can't believe that actually worked!"

Under the rug, about two feet in front of the stairs was one of a few carefully hidden devil's trap we had painted this morning and this one now contained a very pissed off looking demon. I could hear the boys' heavy footsteps approaching from living room.

"Sweetheart, that was some pretty reckless shit you pulled! " Dean's voice was a mix of concern, annoyance, and relief.

"Ha! What can I say? I like to live dangerously." I scoffed. "When do plans ever really work out? Huh? Now, help me up. I don't think I can walk. The whole blood loss and being in a lot of pain thing isn't an act." I could tell Dean wanted to lecture me more but I'm guessing he decided after one look at the silently brooding demon that this wasn't the time nor place. With a few long strides he was at my side and lifted me from the stairs. Much like Sam he lifted me like I was nothing and once again was reminded of just how small these two made me feel.

"Is Bobby okay?" I squeaked out while unconsciously nuzzling my head into his shoulder his sent filling my nostrils. He smelled like soap, leather, and his own unidentifiable musk and it was extremely comforting.

"He'll be fine, just knocked out. I'm sure he's going to up in no time, Sam's got him." He reassured. "You got this covered, right Sammy?" Dean gestured between Bobby and the demon. I can only assume Sam nodded because I didn't hear a response and Dean didn't stop moving. "I'm going to fix up your foot so you stop bleeding everywhere then we'll have a nice heart to heart with your old man, or, well, whoever's wearing him." Dean stated plainly while carrying me over to the coach. I only nodded into his chest and allowed myself to relax for the first time since I was thrown into this crazy world.

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