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Two cars pulled into the driveway, actually. I guess Dad and Sam conveniently decided to show up at the house at the same time. I learned later that Dad felt bad for leaving me all alone while I was, er, 'sick', and he wasn't doing anything exciting at work, so he thought it was necessary to watch over me for the remainder of the day. Meanwhile, Sam got a little suspicious of Oliver and I being absent, like I thought he would. Instead of staying after school to correct papers or whatever it was that he did, he raced home.

They chose that precise moment to step through the door—just in time to see us hormone-driven teens almost on top of each other on the couch, kissing. To say that they were mad would be a serious understatement. They were beyond furious.

Once Oliver and I realized Sam and Dad were in the room, I immediately broke the kiss, climbing off the couch. Oliver got up and stood behind me. A moment of awkward silence passed, where the four of us were merely staring at each other, unable to speak. Dad and Sam were glaring at us, really, while I stood there, mortified. What teenage girl wants their dad to walk in as they're lip-locking with a hot guy? Or, in my particular case, a hot guy who happens to be the Demon's son?

"Get him out of this house," Dad demanded angrily. "Now." I was in so much trouble; it really wasn't even funny. Grounded-for-an-eternity kind of trouble. I took a firm grip on Oliver's hand and led him out of the house, avoiding any sort of eye contact with either Winchester man.

"I'm sorry, Alyx," Oliver apologized, leaning against the side of his car. I stood across from him, shivering slightly from the chilly, winter air surrounding us. "I shouldn't have—"

"Don't," I stated simply. "It's not your fault. I'll…I'll sort this out somehow." I reassured him. However, I wasn't sure that I'd be able to get myself out of this mess. "You better hit the road before my father comes out here with his .45." Oliver smirked, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I stayed outside until his car disappeared before walking slowly and miserably back to the house, knowing that the lecture/punishment waiting for me was going to be especially torturous and would not end well.

Dad and Sam were in the living room; Dad was pacing back and forth and Sam was sitting in a chair staring down at the floor. I entered quietly, my heart racing. Dad was going to go off on me at any moment; I could practically feel the red hot anger radiating from him. Plopping myself down in the center of the couch, I kept my gaze on the chipped nail polish covering my toes, continuing to avoid eye contact with him at all costs. There was a period of tense silence that seemed like it lasted for an hour, but in reality I'm pretty sure it was only about ten minutes. However, it felt like ages to me. I think Dad was so pissed that he couldn't even come up with a way to start yelling. And when Dean Winchester is pissed, you don't want to be on the receiving end of the anger. It wasn't a good thing. I was scared out of my mind.

"This is great, Alyx," he began. "This is just great…I…I can't believe you! I don't even know what to say to you right now."

"Dad—" He cut me off completely, ignoring my attempt to explain myself.

"After everything we've told you about things like him, you go off and start making out with one of them? You know better than that, Alyxandria! You are a hunter. He's a demon—the yellow-eyed demon's son, no less!"

"Dad—" I tried a second time, but was interrupted yet again.

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses," he warned. "You were brought up to destroy these things, not fall in love with them!"

"He's not a thing, Dad! He's a human being, too!" I pointed out.

"No, Alyx, he's not. Oliver is nothing but trouble. He'll take advantage of you, just like his father used Lily."

"He wouldn't do that to me!" I said sternly.

"Maybe not now, but when he turns, he will," Dad replied. "His father is the one destroying this family! I'm not going to sit here and let you go parading around with his son, acting like everything is okay! You better dump his sorry ass, or else."

"No," I declared firmly, getting to my feet. "You can say whatever you want, but I'm not going to let him go. I love him, and he loves me. You're just going to have to deal with that." I started making my way toward the stairs. I didn't want to argue any longer, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. Every argument in the Winchester household turned into a yelling match, and no one could ever let anything go.

"Alyxandria, get back here! I'm not finished talking to you yet!" Dad called. He and Sam were both following me.

"That's too bad, 'cause I'm done." I shouted, halfway up the stairs. I ran into my room, slamming the door shut. I could hear someone coming, though, and I had a good feeling this conversation wasn't over. Collapsing onto the bed, I sat there for a moment, fighting back tears. It was in that moment that I made a decision. I couldn't be in this house any longer; I knew if I stayed, Dad and I would probably tear each other's heads off, with both of our bad tempers.

There was a knock on the door as I was moving all over my room, as quickly as possible, managing to fit my entire wardrobe into a couple of duffel bags. Which was an amazing task to accomplish.

"Go away." I ordered.

"Alyx, it's Sam. I just want to talk."

"I don't want to talk," I answered, shoving some other important items into one duffel bag. "Leave me alone, Sammy. Please." Unfortunately, Sam did not respect my wishes, and stepped into the room, seizing me by the arms. I tore away from his grip, and went over to zip up the bags I had packed. Sam stared at me like I was insane.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To Missouri's," I said. "I can't stay here. Not anymore." Sam followed me as I left the room, grabbing the duffel bags and messenger bag with my school stuff in it. I headed down the stairs and made my way over to the front door.

"Alyx, wait," Sam pleaded. I threw on my favorite leather jacket, making sure I had my car keys. I picked up my bags and reached for the door handle when Sam grabbed the sleeve of my jacket. "It doesn't have to be like this. Give your dad some time." Give him time? For what? He was never going to be happy with my choice to stick by Oliver.

"I'm sorry, Sam," I replied. "I can't."

And I walked out. Just like that. Sam followed me as far as the porch. There, he watched me place my bags into the back of my car. I paused to look at him once more before climbing into the driver's seat. He didn't know what to do. We were both aware, though, that this issue was slowly tearing what was left of our family apart. I drove away, leaving the two people I cared most about behind, to help someone else I now loved.

I was surprised to find Oliver's car in Missouri's driveway when I got there. A minute or so after I pulled up, Oliver came out of the house and we immediately embraced each other. I rested my chin on his shoulder, holding onto him tight, tears beginning to roll down my face.

"Missouri said you'd be coming," Oliver explained, rubbing my back soothingly. "I got here just a few minutes ago. I went home, and my mom was there. The school called to tell her I wasn't in class, and she managed to pry the information from me. We got into a fight of our own, and this is the first place I could think of to go to." I let go of Oliver and took hold of his hand.

"Great minds think alike, I guess," I said, wiping away tears. He offered to help me take my things inside. Missouri was standing in the kitchen; she wrapped me in a hug as soon as she saw me. "Is it all right if I stay here?"

"Honey, you know you don't have to ask," Missouri said in that motherly tone of hers. "I've got plenty of room for the two of you." She motioned for me to come with her upstairs, where she had a couple of spare bedrooms. Oliver had already settled into one, so, naturally, I threw my stuff into the other room, which was right across from his. I'd unpack everything eventually, since I had a feeling I'd be staying for quite awhile. Missouri was the only one who fully understood our situation, which meant she was more than willing to help.

Later that night, I was lying beneath the sheets of the bed, in the room I was now occupying, listening to the small pitter-patter of light, freezing rain—that was supposed to, according to the weather report, turn into snow in the morning—hitting the window. I was unable to sleep; I still couldn't grasp the fact that I'd actually run away from my house. I wondered how Sammy was holding up, since he seemed pretty upset by my departure. Dad was so mad at me right now, that I doubted he gave a crap that I was gone. It was probably better that I left, instead of enduring the silent treatment from him—or worse, getting kicked out of the house.

Sighing, I got up from bed, and wandered across the hallway, hoping Oliver was awake. I tiptoed quietly into the dark room, and approached his bed. He was lying on his back, eyes closed, the dim moonlight coming from the window falling on his peaceful form. I didn't have the heart to wake him, so I just slid in and lied down on my side, facing him.

"What are you doing up?" he whispered, surprising me a bit. I hadn't expected him to be awake, especially when he hadn't acknowledged my sudden presence in the room.

"I should ask you the same thing," I whispered back. "I had trouble sleeping. You?"

"Hmm…I don't really know. Can't fall asleep either, I guess." I inched closer to Oliver, resting my head against his chest, draping my arm over him. He slid his arm around my shoulders, running his fingers along my arm gently. It would've been nice to stay like this forever; just the two of us. I felt extremely protected in Oliver's arms; no one would dare hurt me while he was around, because he would never allow it.

"When your mother asked you about where you were today, and you got into that fight…she kicked you out of the house, didn't she?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, she did," Oliver answered, a hint of sadness in his voice. "How'd you know?"

"An intuition, I think…it's just, I always kind of knew that you and your mom—"

"Don't have the greatest relationship in the world?" he finished. I nodded. "You could say that again. She's never really been there for me, you know? Growing up, she was always out of the house, dumping me on other family members—the ones who'd actually talk to us—or her friends. I didn't have a childhood; I grew up too fast. I had to, since she left me to take care of myself while she was gone when I was old enough." He paused, staring up at the ceiling. "You know, I don't even call her 'mom' anymore…"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I started calling her Lily soon after I found out about my…father. I don't know what made me do it. I guess I didn't see her as a mom. She wasn't a very good one, in my opinion. I knew she's always had this…this sort of underlying hatred for me, or something, because of the Demon and how he ruined her life by having a child with her," he sighed. "You're lucky to have a mom that loved you, even if it was for a short while."

"I'm sure you're mother loves you, deep down, even though she doesn't exactly show it."

"I doubt it, Alyx," he muttered. "What about your mother?"

"What about her?"

"Did your dad ever tell you what she was like?"

"Rarely, but only because I don't stop nagging. It's a touchy subject with him, which is understandable. Dad said that she was very pretty; blonde hair, blue eyes…he said I have her smile. I've seen the pictures to prove it. Dad told me she was stubborn, and full of energy; I guess I'm a lot like that, too," I told him, suddenly feeling teary-eyed. "I wish she could've stayed around long enough for me to at least remember her."

"We're going to stop him, Alyx, I swear…so he doesn't hurt any other families like this." He didn't have to explain. I knew he was referring to the Demon.

"How, Oliver? We can't go after him by ourselves, it's too dangerous."

"We have to try. It's the only way you're going to be able to save me."

"I know, but I'm pretty sure word has traveled fast about us. Hunters and demons alike will be after us; we won't be safe anywhere. And with the Demon trying to turn you, and this war he's waging, everything will be chaos. I mean, who knows what'll happen?" I asked, looking his directly in the eye, propping myself up with one elbow.

"This war has been going on since before either of us was born," Oliver pointed out. "We have to end it, Alyx, or it'll only get worse."

"We're just two people, Oliver. Teenagers. We can't stop an entire demonic war, let alone your father. There are probably hundreds of demons out there, walking on the earth as mortals. We can't—"

"Yes, we can, Alyx. There are others out there that can help. Other people like us," he explained. "If we can find them, we can end all of this."

"Do you really think we could pull it off, and manage to stay together?" I wondered.

"We can. I know we will."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked.

"Amor Vincit Omnia, Alyx." Oliver stated, leaning over and placing a kiss onto my lips.

Love Conquers All.

A/N: So that's Chapter 11. Hope you liked it! I want to thank all of the reviewers for their kind words of encouragement…

P.S.—Is anyone else really excited about the 'Supernatural Origins' comic book? Because I cannot wait to get it!