The president is dead.
Those headlines flashed across the headlines of a newspaper Olivia had been able to glance at a gas station they had stopped at. It seemed the farther north they got, the farther Sam took them off the path of civilization. He had begun to keep a few spare gas cans in the trunk to avoid stopping. He didn't say anything about the news that his assignment had been successful. Olivia knew he had a phone and had seen him stop the car and get out to take a call. It had been three long days since that night in the hotel room and she could feel the coolness he was exhibiting towards her. There were times when she thought she saw his eyes linger on her but she dismissed it. There were times when she would catch herself looking at him, the way his hands clutched the steering wheel or the way his arm flexed as he supported himself with one hand, the other hand reached to snap the handcuffs on her at night.
That was one thing she was sick and tired of. She was sick of being chained every night, it wasn't comfortable and she didn't get much sleep so she was feeling frayed as well. She knew a lot of the time she wasn't thinking clearly as a result.
It all came to a head one night. It was getting colder and the trees denser and the motel room they were in was small. They had to be close and there was the panic for Olivia that mounted every day as they got closer and closer North. She hadn't had a panic attack since he had kissed her, and was scared to have another one without her medication
She was sitting on the bed watching TV, one hand chained to the headboard and Sam had stepped outside to take a call. She was trying to hear over the sound of the TV but all she could hear was the faint murmur of his voice.
He walked in and rubbed a hand over his face, he looked almost as tired as she did.
"Hey wanna uncuff me?" Olivia asked glaring at him.
He looked over her and threw her a bitch face. Olivia rolled her eyes,
"I have to use the bathroom." Olivia said. Sam came over and uncuffed her. Olivia stood up and gave a stretch for her own benefit until she saw Sam looking. She stopped immediately and wandered over to the little bag of clothes that Sam had gotten her and pulled out some clothes to sleep in. It was a system they had. She would head into the bathroom to change and he would change while she was in there. Then when they were ready to sleep he would slap the handcuffs on her and she would have to sleep like that. He would turn away from her and she would pretend she didn't know that he was just as much awake as she was.
Tugging her hair into a ponytail she opened the door. She saw Sam pulling his shirt over his head, and caught a glimpse of his muscular back. It sent a jolt to her system that she hated and wanted at the same time. Sam turned around,
"You ready?" He asked,
"No, not yet." Olivia said folding her clothes up and putting them in the bag. She turned back to him and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I want to know what's going to happen to me." She said
"What do you mean?" Sam said rubbing a hand along his scruff.
"You know what I mean. You are taking me North and I have no idea what is going to happen to me."
Sam saw the naked fear in her eyes; he knew she was scared of being a POW again.
"No one is going to hurt you." Sam said standing closer to her.
Olivia gave a bitter laugh and shook her head. "You put so much trust in people like Crowley and Alistair. Do you remember what Crowley did to me? What you saw him do to me?" She said "You really think that when you bring me back, that they'll welcome me?" Olivia's voice was raising.
"I can protect you! Nothing is going to happen to you!"
"You, you're going to protect me? I'd rather take my chanced by myself!" Olivia shouted
"Because being by yourself is just so much easier!" Sam shouted back at her.
"Because of the North I'm by myself! I'm alone!" Olivia retaliated.
"I am too!" Sam was standing over her. "First my parents, then Jo and then Dean left me! You know what I was told? That he was a traitor and he was never coming back! I thought he was dead! Then I see him and he's the soldier I've been trained to hate! He left me there and became one of them!"
"Dean got out in time! They didn't make him a monster!" Olivia shouted back at him.
That was as good as a slap in the face. Olivia saw the hurt and then the anger. This was a big mistake.
"You think I'm a monster?" He said his voice quieter, but so much more dangerous. Olivia stayed quiet as he began to advance. Olivia was against the little table behind her and Sam.
"Do you?" He shouted in her face his large hands engulfing her shoulders.
"No! But you want everyone to think you are because it's easier for you and sometimes I almost believe it!" Olivia screamed up at him trying to push him away. He kept his grip firm on her.
"What if I didn't want people to think I was a monster huh? What if I just wanted someone to look at me and think I was human?" He said angrily, "All I do is try and show you that I care and that I won't hurt you but you keep trying to pull away even when I know you want it!"
"I don't want it!" Olivia lied. Sam's pupils were dilated to a very dark green that mirrored hers and he knew she was lying. He grabbed her chin roughly and his lips crashed into hers. It was hard, filled with lust, and Olivia loved it. They broke apart and Sam was given a small moment of satisfaction before Olivia was tugging on the collar of his shirt so his lips were back on hers.
Sam kissed her furiously and Olivia returned it with just as much pent up frustration of her own. Her hands were everywhere, running along his arms, across his chest and clinging to his shoulders. She was allowing herself the freedom she had given herself that night in her cell but this time her conscience was gone.
Her t-shirt was tugged over her head and Sam pushed her down onto the bed, before crawling on so he was over her. He bit down over her pulse and Olivia moaned and tilted her neck to give him better access.
"You like that?" He hissed wrapping a hand around her hair and tugging it out of her ponytail. Olivia could only manage a very breathless "mhmm" before he sat back on his heels and pulled his shirt over his head. The pentagram stood stark against his skin and his hand slid over her own as he pinned her hands above her head.
"Don't tell me to stop." He pleaded between hard kisses and bruising touches, knowing that if she did, he would stop at once. His other hand moved to her hip lifting her up so she was flush against him. Olivia returned the pressure he had pressing down on her and he groaned loudly into the crook of her neck. His hands busy trying to get her bra off, Olivia ran her now hands over his chest. His hot skin was like a brand under her fingers and she traced the tattoo over his heart.
He bit down on her shoulder and Olivia gave a small moan.
"Do that again." She ordered breathlessly her hands tightening on his shoulders. He chuckled and then sank his teeth in again and then soothed the sore spot with his tongue. His hand slid over her chest and she arched against his touch. Her hand went to his hair and tangled in it as Sam coaxed more sounds out of her.
"Please." She said quietly into his ear. It was strangely clear in contrast to their frenzied actions. Sam nodded and began to tug the rest of their clothing off.
There was a temporary heaven for them between the sheets of that motel room and a battle that was willingly surrendered. Afterwards, Sam pulled Olivia to rest against his chest, their bodies littered with small marks and bruises. Olivia had begun to nod off with her dark hair completely wild and her mouth red and swollen from his bites and missed the look Sam gave her. The look said she was his home and he never wanted to let her go.
xXx
The last couple days had been whirlwind of barely any sleep, searches, and, most frustratingly, interviews. Elizabeth and Dean were both worn to the bone as they sat down for what felt like the hundredth time in front of two secret service that questioned them. Yes they had suspected Campbell but did they know of any accomplices, how had Elizabeth found out about the information, why had she been snooping in the first place, just around and around they went and Elizabeth clutching a big mug of coffee in front of her was sick of it. The search for Sam and Olivia had become nationwide but it was a large country and since the South was essential for farming there were a lot of rural areas they had to cover. It was frustrating, they had gone through security footage and had found a handful of trucks going out of the city that didn't check out now but the trails were running cold.
"Do you have anything new to ask me?" She snapped finally, her last nerve just completely gone.
"We just need to make sure," The agent across from her started to say,
"Then read my damn file! You've got everything on record and nothing has changed, if you think I'm suspect then tell me, but I'd be a pretty bad suspect to try and stop an assassination attempt."
She crossed her arms and leaned back looking at them expectantly.
"That'll be all for now." The agent said.
"Thank you." Elizabeth said standing up and walking out. Dean was in the hallway, the bags under his eyes apparent and he pushed back from the wall he was leaning on.
"Let's go." Elizabeth said walking past him. Dean followed her knowing better than to try and slow her down. He wanted to catch Sam just as bad as her.
They were no longer in the Capitol since the search had fanned out and were now in the sister city that was closest to the mountains. The air was thinner here and their team was gathered in a trailer set up for this purpose. Benny from earlier was part of it and Elizabeth caught him staring at the map on the board.
"Any ideas?" She asked stepping up next to him.
"Nah, we've looked at all these regions, I'm just thinking that if they hit those mountains, they're as good as North by then."
"Don't say that." Elizabeth said more sharply than she felt.
"Sorry darlin, but that's the truth." Benny said absently.
"Don't call me darling, I'm your superior." Elizabeth said
"I'm sorry ma'am just a habit of mine that I do when someone is upset, it won't happen again." He said apologetically his blue eyes sympathetic. He really was a big sweetheart and Elizabeth liked him but right now with just every nerve frayed, she wanted that drawling voice to give her some news! She glanced over at Dean and saw him bring his nails up to his mouth before putting his hand back down. He was just as worried as she was, both them unable to show it in front of their team. Too bad Benny could ready anyone like a book.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she fished around for it. An unknown number with a text attached was on the screen. She opened it and the words were simply "Trace this text if you can, I'm a motel called the bent pines, come find me. Liv."
"Dean, Dean!" Elizabeth said ignoring Benny's look. Dean was at the other side of the trailer with the tech team and Ash and he looked up. Elizabeth shoved the phone at him. There was relief and when his eyes met hers it was a soldier ready for action.
"We've got a lead! I want you to trace this number now! Get me every motel room in the country called the Bent Pines and I want answers in ten minutes, Curran, Lafitte, and Fitzgerald are coming with me, we'll go on ahead and I want backup right behind us. Sam Winchester is armed and dangerous and he might know that Olivia sent this! So get going!"
Elizabeth was already grabbing her gear, the Kevlar vest buckling over her shirt and her gun into her holster. Dean was beside her and he saw the same wild look in her eyes one would find in the eyes of predator that had spotted its prey. The joy of the hunt.
xXx
Olivia woke up with Sam's arms around her and him fast asleep. The dark bruises that had begun to form under his eyes were less so today. The comfortable temporary paradise that had been found last night was completely gone and in the watery sunlight that was slipping through the cracks in the curtains Olivia saw what a mistake it had been. His arm that was thrown over her felt like a weight that was going to choke her and she moved it off as quietly and quickly as she could without waking him. She wrapped the sheet around her middle as she swung her feet over the side of the bed and squeezed her eyes shut, almost willing it to all go away. Last night, it had felt so right and she had been so happy and hell she had to admit he was fantastic in bed and now, now what was this? He was still going to take her North and it would be the two of them every day and it would be like this? Welcoming each other at nights and then she'd wake up plagued with regret? Another guilt to add to her long list for the rest of her life with the death of her family and people she had killed?
A finger stroked down the length of her back and she jumped. Sam was looking at her smiling softly, still looking half asleep.
"Where you going?" He asked his voice rough. Just looking at him made her want to crawl back into his arms and again she hated herself for it. There had to be something easier than this.
"I'm just gonna head to the bathroom. You go back to sleep." Olivia said giving him a smile that didn't reach her eyes. He nodded and his face was already half buried in the pillow as she stood up. His shirt was the closest article of clothing at her feet so she picked it up and slid the soft grey material over her head.
She used the bathroom and was washing her hands in the sink when she chanced to look at herself in the mirror. There were small bruises along her collar bone and neckline, plunging down and disappearing over the low neckline of the too big shirt. That was when her eyes caught a small lump in the breast pocket of the tshirt.
She slipped her hand in and pulled out, holy shit, it was his phone. She looked at the door terrified he'd come in realizing his mistake. It was small and he must have slipped it in and she had a way out. Looking at the door one last time, her fingers trembled slightly as she opened it and began to type Elizabeth's number in.
The text was sent and there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Give me a minute!" Olivia said her voice higher than normal. She deleted the text she sent. The phone slipped back into her pocket and she ran the water again, splashing some on her face. She opened the door and found Sam leaning against the frame and he grinned down at her. He had pulled a pair of jeans on but his chest was still bare and he looked down at her shirt.
"I was looking for that." He said his voice teasing. He was acting so, normal.
"I needed it," Olivia said as normally as she could, forcing a smile.
"I like it on you, but, I need it more and we need to go soon."
No she had to try and keep them here!
"Do we have to?" Olivia asked, looking disappointed, "We could spend a little more time, maybe take a shower," She trailed off coyly stepping closer. She saw Sam bite his lip and she toyed with the hem of the shirt. Sam bent his head so it was just inches from hers and she resisted the urge to close the distance. Make him come to her.
"I would love that," He said and Olivia smiled despite herself, "But, we are already behind schedule so we have to go now." He said,
"Now, give me my shirt. You can take a quick shower alone." He said. Olivia felt the phone in her pocket burning a hole in her chest. She had to hide it.
"Okay, just a second." She said closing the door, she took the phone out of the pocket and slipped it between the towels. Before tossing him his shirt and stepping into the shower. She would hide it in the folds of her towel and put it under the bed when she got out. She just had to be quick.
Sam waited outside of the bathroom door before she tossed him his shirt. He grinned to himself as he slipped it over his head. Everything was just falling into place and last night… He began to pack up his clothes and his computer. Today was the checkpoint and he looked forward to getting back to his own apartment, and showing Olivia. She'd like it; he'd make sure she'd feel safe. He reached for his phone to call and make sure there was no change in plans. However, it wasn't on the table or on the floor. It only took him a moment to realize that the last time he'd had it, he'd slipped it into his pocket after a call. Olivia had been wearing that shirt his morning. Shit!
Olivia had gotten out and was wrapping a towel around her hurriedly. The door broke open with a bang and she screamed. Sam was standing there his eyes blazing. He grabbed her arm,
"Where is it?" He asked,
"What-" Sam held up a finger warningly,
"Don't lie to me." He said his teeth gritted.
He looked so dangerous, the most dangerous she had ever seen him and she was in front of him with only a towel wrapped around her and nothing to defend herself. Her hand slipped next to her between the towels and his eyes followed her as she brought the phone out. He snatched it from her hand and opened it. There wasn't anything but that didn't fool him.
"Get dressed, you have one minute." Sam said reaching to the table and shoved her bag at her. The door slammed shut as he left and Olivia began to pull her clothes on. Her hands were shaking and everything was sharper. She tried to push the attack back, what if it just made him more angry?
She opened the door and grabbed her shoes. Sam was at the window, a gun in his hand, and refusing to look at her. He only turned when she stood up from lacing her boots up.
"Stay behind me." Sam said, he opened the door and gave the outside a quick check. Olivia was by his side and he pulled her out with him. They were in such a hurry that he didn't even bother to handcuff her as he forced her into the passenger seat. He gunned the engine and they peeled out of the motel.
"Sam." Olivia began
"Don't talk to me." Sam said warningly pressing down on the gas pedal forcefully.