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-Life as I know it-

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"AHHH! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! BUBBLEGUM DAMN YOU! BUBBLEGUM!" I was shouting at Dean as he stitched up the bottom of my foot. I always thought I had a high pain tolerance, no, I know I have a high pain tolerance but apparently my feet were my weakness and I was making it known.

"Damnit, stop squirming! And why the hell are you are you shouting bubblegum?" Dean scolded. I could hear Sam laughing from somewhere behind me.

"It hurts!" I pouted. "Sam, I lied I think need that tag team action, Dean is not honoring the safe word!" I pouted in Sam's direction.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just suggest we tag team you, and what safe word?" Dean muttered "Sammy get her some whiskey maybe she'll stop being a baby." All I could do was glare at the older Winchester.

"Here Liv." Sam said handing me a bottle. "Dean, go talk to our guest a little maybe see if you can get anything useful out of him. I'll finish this up." Sam offered. Dean looked relieved and practically sprinted towards the other room to 'talk' to the demon currently inhabiting Ron.

"Sorry, Dean lacks bedside manner." Sam said rearranging the supplies to his liking and placing my foot back on his lap. "Take another sip or two of the whiskey, it'll help numb things a little… or at least make you care less." His thumb was absentmindedly tracing circles on my calf as he patiently waited for me to give the okay for him to continue. "So, how are you doing?" he asked his eyes soft and full of concern.

I cocked an eyebrow at him while taking a deep pull from the whiskey bottle. "How do you think I'm doing?" I replied with shaking my head slightly and again bringing the bottle to my lips. I took another long pull of the amber liquid and took a small comfort in the burn as it traveled down my throat. I could start to feel my cheeks warm and tingle as the alcohol took effect. "I mean how would anyone be?"

"Right, well, you are doing a better job coping than most people we meet." He offered with a smile. "You ready?" he asked motioning to my foot.

"As I'll ever be." I nodded and took one last gulp from the bottle. Fuck, this is still going to suck.

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I was now all sewed up and a little drunk. It was not my intention to drink that much but it was the only thing that seemed to help. So, here I was sitting on the couch foot propped up and figured fuck it why not as I took another sip from the whiskey bottle. Why dirty a glass when I had every intention at this point to finish off the bottle?

"Woah! Slow down there killer. We still have work to do." Dean said pulling the bottle away from my lips and crouching on the floor in front of me. He took a few large gulps from the bottle himself and I cocked my eyebrow at him.

"Why he's not going anywhere? He's trapped in the-the, whatcha-ma-call it, devil trap thingy, right? Besides, after the way the past few days have been I would really appreciate getting shit faced." I tried to swipe the bottle back but Dean was too fast and I almost fell off the couch.

"Trust me sweetheart, longer we wait the longer that gives for something to go wrong… believe me." He retorted and took another swig from the bottle.

"Will you go get your own bottle? I had every intention of polishing that off myself tonight." I huffed "Plus, what good could I possibly be? I don't know what I'm doing and I'm a gimp." I said pointing at my foot.

"I guess I'm just saving you from your own bad intentions sweetheart and this is the best way to learn, come on let's go. Baptism by fire." He stood up and patted my shoulder.

"I don't wanna. Just leave me to wallow in my own self-pity." I whined.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen. You said you wanted to learn so here you go, first lesson, demons 101." He replied shortly.

"No, you can't make me." I was being childish and I knew it but I really didn't want to see Ron, demon or no demon.

"I really don't have time for this sweetheart." Dean said sliding his hand down his face and tensing his jaw.

"I have all the time in the world." I said crossing my arms.

"Fine." Was all Dean said before scooping me up and throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

I let out a high pitched yelp in surprise "Dean put me down! This isn't fair!"

"Life isn't fair. Now stop squirming." He commented.

"Make me!" I started to wiggle my hips more in defiance. Suddenly, there was a sharp crack right across my ass. I felt the sting right across my cheeks and a sudden flush of heat travel through my body. He spanked me! He actually spanked me! I froze, I wasn't sure if I was mad or incredibly turned on… maybe both. To add to my horror, I had unconsciously let a very sexual sounding breathy gasp slip past my lips.

"Spanking, huh? I could get into that." I could literally hear the smirk in his words without having to see his stupid, beautiful, smug face.

"Was that really necessary?" Was the only response I could come up with at the moment.

"Hey, princess I wasn't the one throwing a tantrum. Bad girls get spankings." He voice was flirty and I knew he knew exactly how he was effecting me. I was just thankful he couldn't see my face because I'm certain it was flush with a mix of embarrassment and humiliating excitement.

"Don't start something you can't finish Winchester." I huffed as he sat me back on the floor. He just gave me one of his killer smiles and a wink before turning me around and giving a light swat on the ass (in the exact same spot he spanked me hard before) to get me to start moving. I shot him a glare over my shoulder and as soon as we made eye contact I couldn't help but smile. I hate him, I hate him in the best possible way. As I limped to where the demon was standing quietly starring down Sam and Bobby all the happy drunk in me was sucked out. Great, Bobby was awake so this just got all the more terrifying. Don't get me wrong I'm happy he's alright but I have a feeling he's going to find out things I'd rather he'd not know during this interrogation.

"Ah, Livvy! How nice of you to join us!" The demon smiled at me.

"Shut up, you don't get to call me that." Livvy was what my mom and Ron used to call me when I younger, when we were still a happy family. The use of the nick name made my heart hurt, it made me feel physically ill to hear this monster use a name that used to be said with love.

"Is that anyway to talk to your father? Darling, really, why so hostile?" That sick smile still plastered across his face.

"You aren't my Father, and Ron hasn't been a father to me in a very long time." I spat back. I could see Bobby tense out of the corner of my eye.

"You're right." The demon shrugged. "Ron hasn't been around for a loooong time has he? But we've had some fun haven't we? I'd love to hear you scream for Daddy again." That same smile painted across Ron's as the words dripped out like venom. It took a lot of self-control not to start dry heaving as my brain processed his meaning. He was referring to when Ron almost raped me, that was the last time I call Ron 'Daddy', I was begging him to stop. How did he know? What does he mean 'again'?

"Okay, enough." Sam stepped in. "What do you want with Olivia?" he demanded.

"No, Sam wait… What do you mean again? How long have you been in him?" I asked meekly almost afraid of the answer.

The demon walked as close to me as the devil's trap would allow "Ah, the pieces are starting to come together I see. Ask nicely." He was looking me dead in the eye.

"Alright, you evil son of a bit—" Dean started to shout but I cut him off.

"Please, please just tell me. How long have you been controlling my dad?" my voice was desperate and small.

If it was possible the demon's smile grew even larger "That's a good girl. Just like I taught you. You will make an excellent pet, so obedient." I had to fight not to lash out, if I broke my composure there is no way he'd answer the question. So I stood there and stared into his ink black eyes. "I've been here since we collected dear old mommy's soul. Daddy hasn't been home for a really long time." again that smirk and my blood ran cold.

"What do you mean, why would you take my mom's soul?" I whispered, desperately trying to fit the pieces together. My breathing began to quicken, I felt like my world was falling apart.

"Oh my! Bobby you haven't told her? You didn't tell her what mommy did to save her?" the black eyes shifted to eye my godfather. "I'm surprised, I never actually thought you'd honor my wishes to keep her out of the life." The demon refocused on me "Well, no matter you know now. You can ask Dean here about demon deals, he can tell you anything you want to know. After he knows firsthand, right?" Deans jaw clenched and his hands flexed I could tell this demon was hitting a nerve and not only with Dean; all three men looked angry and uncomfortable with this information being brought to my attention. "How much time do you have left? Huh? A few months? Maybe you'll be lucky enough to see Olivia's sweet old mom down there she really is quite the looker… or she was." The demon walked back to the center of the devil's trap and clasped his hands behind his back, taking in the misery he had brought to the room.

"I'm going to enjoy sending you back to hell you lying son of a bitch." Dean seethed.

"I'm not lying. Ronnie boy and I have been having sharing this body for about 13 years now, give or take a little but I always found my way back to my favorite host. We've had a lot of fun together. Well, really I've had enough fun for the both of us. And we both know I'm not lying about your deal. Did sweet little Livvy not know about that either? Have you guys not told her anything? Really? This is too much. It was my job to keep her miserable but damn, you didn't have to make it so easy." He was laughing now.

"I—I think I'm going to be sick." I mumbled out. I practically ran to the kitchen ignoring the pain in my foot and the three men calling after me. I emptied my stomach contents into the trash and started to silently cry. I didn't want to, I felt weak for doing it, but my entire world just came crashing down. Everything I thought I knew was a lie. I've spent years hating my father and it wasn't even him… how could I not know? How could I be so stupid?

I heard foot steps behind me, I didn't have to look to know they were Bobby's. "Liv…" he sighed. "Liv, you know I'm not good at the whole share your feelings thing, hell, I don't even know if I have feelings sometimes but I'm sorry. I should have gone with my gut, I should have told you about everything, I should have questioned your father more… I just thought your mom's death did a number on him."

I didn't speak for what felt like forever. I just stood there breathing deeply trying to stop myself from hyperventilating. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to do. I was mad, I was broken, I was completely and totally lost. "Bobby, you're going to have to sit down and tell me everything after this is all over…you know that right? I need to know what happened to my mom. What really happened and what the hell is going on with Dean and Sam too."

"You sure you want to jump on this runaway train wreck? Could get you killed kid." He stated.

"No, not knowing anything about anything that's going on around me will get me killed a lot faster. Or worse, I could end up one of these sick fucks pets!" I raised my voice but quickly took a deep breath to regain my composure. "Bobby, I love you. I know you just want to protect me but I have to know. I can't walk away, not now, not after what's been taken from me. My childhood was stolen, my innocence was taken, my father has been a fucking puppet with a demon's hand up his ass for 13 years! I can't sit on the sideline. Especially, not when they are still coming after me." I said quietly but firmly. I was doing my best to control my temper; I was mad but not at Bobby directly I didn't want to lash out at him, he didn't deserve that he was hurting too. I understood why he did what he did even if I didn't like it.

"Alright then." I didn't have to look to know he nodded his head and shifted his feet. "We ain't done with this asshole. And we don't know how much of what it's said is even truth yet…"

"It's the truth." I said firmly.

"Liv, demons lie. You heard him his job was to make you miserable and so far he seems to have done a damn good job." He was trying to reason with me.

"Bobby, there are things I haven't told you. Believe me it all makes sense now, my dad, my real dad, would never do those things that son of a bitch did." My eyes were watering and could feel myself start to tremble. "My dad has been dead for a long time…" I exhaled sharply to stop myself from crying "I'll go back in a minute; I just need some time. I need to get my head on straight or as straight as I can. Don't kill this fucker without me." Bobby squeezed my shoulder and walked away.

I looked down at my foot, I just began to process how much it was stinging after my mad dash… I was bleeding again. Of course I ripped my fucking stitches! Because why not? That's my luck right…

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I'm not sure how long we were questioning this thing. It honestly felt like days but I knew in reality it was only a few hours. We didn't find out anything new about who or why demons wanted me. We didn't find a whole a lot of anything else out really, this son of a bitch was tight lipped no matter how much holy water, salt, or the threat of exorcism was used. What we did know was; Ron, was not Ron and had not been Ron for about 13 years, he kept me and himself away from Bobby so he wouldn't figure out Ron was possessed, he was ordered to torment me just enough to keep me in a "vulnerable state" whatever the hell that meant, Ron had broken the demons hold only once and that's when he branded me with the anti-possession symbol. And oh! He was apparently punished pretty severely for trying to rape me because apparently that was too far. But like a true demon he said he would do it again just to hear me scream. Lovely.

On top of all of that fun new information, I learned about Dean's deal and how he's bound for hell. I learned that my mother made a deal with a crossroads demon to save my life because apparently the doctors told her I wasn't going to survive more than a few hours after birth because of "an unknown genetic defect" and apparently they believed my heart would shut down. Once that deal was made, hell took note of what an unusual soul I was and decided to try and keep track of me, hence why Ron was possessed. Apparently, my mother was also a retired hunter and was the one who pointed Bobby in the right direction of people still in the business after Karen was possessed. Oh, and lastly, I was filled in on the whole war with hell thing too… you know the end of the world all those small details. Needless to say my mind was totally fucked three ways from Sunday right now.

"Don't think we're going to get anything else out of him." Sam sighed. "Seems pretty convince whoever he's working for is scarier than us."

"Well let's wrap this party up then, shall we?" Dean followed up.

"Who wants to do the honors?" Bobby asked

They all looked like they wanted to jump on the opportunity. "Me." I said standing from my perch on the stairs careful not to put too much weight on my bad foot.

"You read Latin princess?" Dean questioned.

"Private catholic school, genius." I stuck my tongue out at him. "Why can't I just kill him?" I asked. They all looked shocked by my rather cold question, even the demon looked alarmed. "What?! This fucker has tortured me for over a decade! You can't tell me he doesn't deserve it." I defended.

"Hey! Now wait a minute, kill me? You can't kill me!" The demon started to yelling.

"Give me that fancy gun, I'll shoot him in the head and we'll be done with it." I said

"Liv, that's still your dad. There's a chance he's still alive in there." Sam tried to reason with me.

"Ron has been dead for long time Sam, and even if he wasn't he wouldn't want to be alive after everything this thing has put him through. At worse it's a mercy kill!" I was raging.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, if there is even a chance your Dad is still in there we gotta take it. He deserves a chance." Dean said.

I looked to Bobby hoping for support but found nothing. "Fine." I huffed. "Give me the damn book I need to read." I couldn't believe this! They knew, they all knew what this, this thing had done to me. The hell I went through and now they were looking at me like a monster because I could see through the mask?! I knew my dad was dead he wasn't there anymore and even if it was it wouldn't be for long. Why couldn't they let me kill the thing that had destroyed my life regardless of who's face it was wearing?

Sam walked over to me holding a book out. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked.

"Yes." I was mad and if they wouldn't let me kill it I was going to be the one to send it back to hell, it was the least I could do.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus

omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio

infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,

omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo draco maledicte

et omnis legio diabolica

adjuramus te.

Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,

eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.

The demon began to growl lowly, thrashing its head back and forth.

Vade, Satana, inventor et magister

omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.

Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,

contremisce et effuge, invocato a

nobis sancto et terribili nomine,

quem inferi tremunt.

He was screaming now and shaking more violently.

Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.

Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire

te rogamus, audi nos.

Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris,

te rogamus, audi nos.

The house began to shake slightly, the lights flickered, and the cries were almost unbearable.

Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo.

Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem

et fortitudinem plebi Suae.

Benedictus deus. Gloria patri."

Finally, a stream of black smoke exited Ron's body through his mouth and he collapsed to the ground. To my surprise he moved after he fell, his eyes blinked a few times and he started coughing.

"Livvy?" He gowned, I couldn't believe it. I instantly felt my eyes well with tears.

"Dad?" I ran to him and threw myself on the floor next to him. "Dad, Daddy! I'm here! Don't move we'll get you some help, okay? Just stay still." I rushed out. All my anger, all my hate disappeared. I felt like I was 9 years old again and all I wanted was my Daddy to hold me and tell me it'll be okay.

"Livvy, baby, I'm so sorry." He coughed out. "I never wanted to hurt you, I couldn't stop him he was too strong. Babygirl, please forgive me." I could tell he was dying by the grip on my hand as he held it was getting weaker and it was getting harder for him to keep his eyes open.

"Shhhh, shh, shhh" I shushed him. "Save your strength. Come on, you'll get through this! We have a lot of time we need to make up with each other." I was lying, I knew he was fading.

"Livvy, you were always my angel you know that right? I love you so much honey, you need to stay strong, okay can you do that for me?" he asked, his was voice getting softer.

"Yeah, I'll do that for you. I love you Daddy, always and forever." Tears were streaming down my face, I hadn't said that since I was a little kid.

"Good girl, stay my angel Livvy, stay my angel." With that he pulled my head down and kissed my forehead and then he was gone.

"Dad? DAD? DADDY?!" I screamed. "NO! I just got you back! No, you can't leave me like this!" I sobbed. I sat on the floor and I cried. I cried for I don't know how long. I cried for everything that demon did to me, I cried for my mother, I cried for my dad, I cried because my hate was directed at the wrong enemy, I cried for everything I lost, and I cried because I didn't know what else to do.

"We gotta move him Liv." Bobby sounded from behind me. I felt someone behind and slowly pry me from my father's body. It was Sam he was holding me like a child letting me cry into his solid form while he rested his chin in my hair.

"We'll get through this Liv, it'll be okay." He cooed while running fingers in my long dark tresses. I knew it was lie, it'll never be okay but I didn't fault him for trying.

"He'll be buried like a hunter Liv, we'll take care of it, let you know when it's ready." Bobby said from somewhere in the room. I shook my head in protest.

"Go, have Sam look at your foot, we got this covered sweetheart. You need to step away; we won't start anything without you." Dean followed up. I heard Dean's heavy footsteps approach Sam and I and he planted a kiss in my hair. "Go, get cleaned up and we'll finish this."

With that Sam scooped me up and carried me to the other room to fix my stitches. My world had imploded on itself and the only thing keeping me from completely losing it were these two brothers and a grumpy old man… life as I knew it was over and it was time to start anew or die trying.

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