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Chapter 7: Ain't Seen Nothing Yet
I stared as the flames that enveloped my father's body. Earlier Bobby, Dean, and Sam built something that looked almost like a Viking funeral pyre but not on a boat. I learned that when you salt and burn remains it stops the person from coming back. That's why I suppose they called it "a hunter's burial" I can only imagine no hunter ever wants to risk becoming the thing they once hunted. My father was not a hunter but he deserved to be at peace after living in hell for 10 years, this was the only way I could ensure that.
I have no idea how long I sat there on the grass watching silently, trapped in my own head. I know Dean and Sam left a while ago to go do whatever it is those two do. I can only imagine how awkward this must have been for them; especially after finding out they lost their father not too terribly long ago as well. I didn't blame them for not sticking around, it's not like I was a joy to be around at the moment. I felt a large hand come down on my shoulder and it shook me from my thoughts. The once large fire had now died down to nothing but glowing embers. Hours must have past and I barely even noticed.
"Hey kid, we should head back." Was all Bobby said, his face was soft and his lips were pressed in a straight line like he was debating on saying more but decided against it.
"Yeah. Help me up?" I asked. After Sam stitched me up a second time I was given strict orders from 'Dr. Winchester' not to put any pressure on it for the next few days. Dean said he'd try and find some crutches or something. Bobby hoisted me up and let me lean on him as I shuffled back to the truck.
"You know Liv… Your daddy was a good man. Those—those things that happened, they weren't him, he didn't do that to you. And your mom's death. That wasn't on you either." Bobby said sternly getting into the driver's side.
"I know Bobby." And I did know, logically, what he was saying was true. Emotionally, that was a different story, it didn't feel true. "You know I love you right Bobby? And this changes nothing, you're still the best Dad I've ever had." I saw a small ghost of a smile dance across his lips and I just barely heard him mumble the word "idjit" before putting the truck in gear and starting to drive. I rested my head on the window and allowed my mind to drift while we drove 'home' in a comfortable silence.
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It had been about an hour since Bobby and I arrived back at to the house. I have no idea where Sam and Dean are and Bobby got a called for a job. He asked numerous times if I wanted him to stay, said "I can send some other idiot if you need me here." Honestly, I wanted a chance to enjoyed the solitude. Plus, I knew Bobby getting a chance to go out and kill something would be better therapy for him than hanging around and worrying over me. It was nice being able to process everything without an audience but now? I was lonely. I eyed the previously discarded whiskey bottle, just shy of half full. I grabbed it off the floor and decided given the circumstances drinking alone would be totally acceptable if not down right normal.
By the time I polished off the bottle and started the second I was pleasantly buzzed and by that I mean drunk, drunk as a skunk. The alcohol kept the memories at bay though, it kept the memories from flooding my mind and most of all it kept the guilt from boiling over. I should have known something was wrong with Ron years ago, I should have said something to Bobby, I should have done something; but enough of that, I am here now and what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
As if on cue to break me from my thoughts the boys walked in the front door, well really Dean stumbled and Sam walked with a little sway clearly more sober then Dean.
"Hiya sweetheart!" Dean greeted a little too cheerily with a broad smile.
"Liv, I'm sorry I tried – "Sam started to say something but I cut him off by running up a hugging both of them with enough force to make them stumble back a pace or two.
"Woah, okay, hey, we missed you too." Sam joked. My only reply was to nuzzle my face deeper into their shoulders.
"Well, Sam I think someone is happy to see us." Dean quipped. At that I stepped back a little.
"I'm sorry, I just, I'm happy not to be alone…" I admitted.
"Hey, it's okay, we get it. Where's Bobby?" Sam asked.
"I don't know got called for a job, told me he'd be back sometime tomorrow." I replied.
"Right, well that's Bobby for you. He'd rather go off and kill something than deal with feelings." Dean commented.
Sam shrugged and said. "Yeah, can't argue that."
"Right. Well, since I can't go kill something who wants a shot or dinner, or something? I need to keep busy." I redirected to conversation.
"Liv, you really don't need to keep feeding us." Sam sighed.
"Sam, shut up. Never turn a woman down offering food and booze." Dean put on his best smile.
"Don't worry Sam, I'll keep it simple. Tacos? Tequila?" I asked. Both men shrugged and nodded.
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After I made a pretty damn good taco dinner (if I so myself) me and the boys retired to the TV room to watch bad horror movies. I was snug as a bug sitting in between the brothers on the couch. We came up with a drinking game of every time someone made a "classic horror movie mistake" like going off on their own or tripping over nothing we took a shot, needless to say we were all pretty lit.
"Why?! Why would anyone ever think going into haunted house alone without anything but a flashlight is a good idea?!" Dean screamed at the TV.
"Maybe, because most people think ghost aren't real." Sam responded.
"They're still morons, these are the type of idiots we save every day and they call us crazy." Dean mumbled back as we all took a shot.
"Okay I think I'm done." Sam said starting to stand from his spot.
"What? Why? It's barely even past 9! You can't bail yet." I pouted grabbing his hand.
"As much fun as I'm having Liv, I'm still done. I don't want to wake up feeling like death in the morning." Sam replied patting my hand.
"Don't worry sweetheart, you still got me." Dean said smugly wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "All work and no play makes Sammy a dull boy."
"Yeah right, well tell me how dull I am when you're still nursing your hangover after I get back from my run in the morning." Sam said shaking his head.
"You're going for a run?" I asked "Wake me up before you leave." I told him before downing another shot.
"Liv, in case you forgot you can't run; your foot." Sam said gesturing towards my bandaged appendage. "Not to mention you'll be in no condition to do much of anything in the morning after everything you've drank tonight."
"Plus, why in God's name would you want to?" Dean asked.
I snorted at Dean's reaction, his voice was filled with pure disgust. "I wasn't asking you to wake me up to come running with you, I'm sure you'd leave me in the dust anyways. I wanted to have a good breakfast waiting for when you get back, and I don't get hangovers" It was my turn to smile smugly.
"Everyone gets hangovers." Dean retorted.
"Not me. Never had one." I shrugged "I guess I'm just that special."
"Well, sweetheart if you've never been hungover you haven't been doing it right." Dean said pouring three more shots. "Come on Sam help me defend the family honor and drink the smug little princess under the table." He stood and held out the glass to Sam.
Sam took it hesitantly "You speak of alcoholism as if it's something to be proud of." Sam mumbled and then down the amber liquid.
"That's my boy!" Dean cheered while clapping him on the back. "We may have to keep you around sweetheart you make Sammy here more fun!" Dean plopped back down next to me and his smile was large and genuine and it was beautiful. I couldn't help but smile back and bite my bottom lip because let's be real he just has that effect on women and I'd be willing to bet some men too. "Be careful with that lip biting shit princess you might give someone the wrong idea." He said it so softly I thought I imagined it until I saw the small smirk form on his lips as he took a sip straight from the bottle.
I blushed, I couldn't help it. I mean come on! Have you seen him?! How could you not blush? I'm sure the whiskey wasn't helping me process things appropriately. Goddamn am I thankful these boys can't read minds because I would be in for a world of trouble, if I'm not already.
"You." Sam said while sitting back down on the other side of me, pointing one of his large fingers directly in my face and thankful breaking my train of thought because that was going nowhere good. "are a bad influence." He finished. His finger still hovering dangerously close to my face and I reacted like a 5-year-old. I bit it, not hard just a tease of a bite and I may or may not have flicked my tongue over the tip. Whiskey was definitely affecting my judgment… Sam closed his eyes and I swear I heard a small growl from the back of his throat as he licked his lips. He took a deep breath to compose himself. "Bad influence." He repeated, his voice was a little huskier and his eyes were darkened.
"Well, then I guess you guys are in for a hell of a ride because you ain't seen nothing yet!" I said in an extra cheery voice in hopes on changing the subject. I was getting myself into trouble here and if I didn't act fast I'm not sure I could stop it or if I'd even want to. As I poured 3 more shots I started to repeat one of my favorite toasts I use to use regularly as a bartender "Here's to what goes in hard and stiff and comes out soft and wet." both men were looking at me with priceless expressions. "Bubblegum, guys. I was talking about bubblegum." I downed my shot. "What were you two perverts thinking?" I flashed them an innocent smile and a wink. "Now drink up ladies, I believe you are trying to prove something."
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When I started to regain consciousness the first thing I noticed was I was really warm and surprisingly comfortable for passing out on the couch. The next thing I realized was I was not in fact on the couch I was in a bed and I was not alone… "holy fuck what did I do?" I muttered. I urged up the courage to actually open my eyes and sit up. First thing I saw was a large empty space next to me, someone was defiantly to my left at one point. When I rolled towards the empty space I could feel it was still a little warm and held a familiar scent, Sam. As I started to move a little more a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled my back against a firm body, I could tell by the bracelets and ring this arm belonged to the older Winchester.
"Dean." I whispered.
"Five more minutes." He mumbled sleepily.
"No, Dean, let me go I have to get up." I wiggled in an effort to break free. He made some type of groan mixed with words I couldn't make out but he reluctantly let go. "Never took you for the morning cuddle type." I laughed a little.
"Wait…" Dean shot up barely missing head-butting me in the process. "Fuck, my head feels like a someone was river dancing in my skull all night. What happened?"
"Your guess is as good as mine." I replied
"We didn't, you know?" he asked almost looking horrified looking down and realizing he was shirtless and I was only in boy short and a white beater.
I cocked my eyebrow at him "Fuck?" I asked sweetly.
"Yeah…I mean don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say no but-" Dean started rambling grabbing his head clearly in pain.
"Stop talking Dean, you might hurt yourself." I laughed, he shot me a dirty look but said nothing. "No, I don't think we did anything that dumb last night, I mean unless of course I lost my v-card in style and banged both you and Sam last night." I shrugged.
Dean looked at me with incredulously "You seem oddly alright with that."
I shrugged. "I can think of worse things." But after I heard myself say it out loud I couldn't help but start laughing. I have no filter sometimes and apparently this was one of those times.
"What's so funny?" Sam asked walking in looking freshly showered and a grey t-shirt and jean drying his hair with a towel.
"Olivia here wants to have a threesome." Dean deadpanned.
"I did not say that!" my eyes went wide. "I said I could think of worse things, not that I want a threesome." I'm 100% positive my face was bright red.
"Yeah whatever, princess. We all have our kinks we're not judging." Dean winked and I died a little on the inside. Sam stayed silent but was clearly amused by my discomfort.
"Okay, so before I die of embarrassment. I'm going to go do something, somewhere else…" I mumbled starting to climb out of bed. "Ah shit, ow!" I step on my bandaged foot wrong and although I know I didn't rip my stitches again I did pull them.
"Here, let me help you." Sam offered wrapping his arm around me for support. "where are we going?" he asked.
"My room, I need clothes. Do you remember how I ended up half naked?" I asked coyly.
Sam smiled "Strip poker."
"Oh god, I'm surprised I have any clothes on, I suck at poker." I said horrified. "Who's idea was that? And how the hell did you get me to agree?"
Sam laughed. "It was Dean's idea." Of course it was I thought "and you're a cocky drunk you didn't need much convincing." he finished. That makes sense, I am a cocky drunk.
"How are you not hung over like Dean? And why do you remember everything?" I asked.
"I could ask you the same question about the hangover; but I stopped drinking before you two did." Sam smirked looking down at me. "Someone needed to be the level headed one."
"Cheater." I scoffed. Although, I'm happy he did because I had this funny feeling if it wasn't for Sam 'keeping a level head' I would have fared a lot worse at strip poker then I did. "and I told you before I don't get hangovers, but I will admit this is probably the closest I've ever been to having one; I have the slightest head ache." I remarked
"Well, the headache could be from drinking or it could be from you running into the wall trying to run away from me." He again was smiling at me.
"I don't know if I want to know…" I said while placing one of my hands over my face. "You boys really bring out the stupid in me, you know that?" I grumbled
"I think the feeling is mutual. But here, go shower, or bathe whatever is easier but you need to keep your stitches dry. I'm going to go grab some breakfast from the diner." Sam said leading me to the bathroom.
"Sam, I'm still happy to make breakfast." I told him.
"No, today you're going to relax. Just take it easy from a little bit, you need to heal." Sam said firmly and walked away.
These Winchester's are going to be the death of me…
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Hey guys! Sorry this was kinda of a shorter filler chapter but after the last one I felt like we need a little fun. Please let me know what you think. Ya'll are awesome, stay awesome