Just minutes after the Impala had left; Elizabeth and Dean pulled screeching into the apartment. They had called ahead and been told the room number. They drew their guns, with Benny and Garth close behind. The door was closed but Dean tried it anyway. It was locked of course. He motioned for Elizabeth to come up behind him and he kicked the door in. It swung open and they entered. The room was empty, the only indication that someone had been in there was the rumpled bed sheets. Dean motioned towards the bathroom while Garth and Benny checked the closet. It was empty too.

"It's still damp in here, they can't be far." Elizabeth said.

"Alright, Garth, I want you to call Ash and get us footage now, we'll head down the interstate and you and Benny follow as soon as you got the info. Talk to the front desk and see if they know anything!" Dean said.

They ran out and Dean gunned the engine as Elizabeth slipped in next to him. Dean sped out of the parking lot and Elizabeth began to radio in the information to Ash who was on his way.

"We'll find them, she'll be safe." Dean said,

"I know, we're just so close." Elizabeth said, her phone rang it was Garth.

"You're heading in the right direction, Ash is saying there is an unauthorized aircraft about ten miles away. If they get in there, then it's only minutes away from the Northern border."

"Just give me the coordinates!" Elizabeth snapped.

"Sending them right now." Garth said.

Elizabeth snapped the phone shut and began to punch the coordinates into the car's computer. The needle on the speedometer began to move steadily up as they flew down the road.

"Turn here!" Elizabeth said as she watched them grow closer on the GPS.

xXx

Olivia had sat in the silence as Sam drove. She noticed his hands flexing and unflexing on the steering wheel.

"Don't try and run." Sam said breaking the silence. Olivia nodded trying to focus her breaths. The longer the space between the panic attacks the worse they seemed to be when they finally hit. They took an exit off the highway and began to weave along back roads. Olivia's breath gave a hitch as the panic mounted and her hand clapped over her mouth. Sam looked over at the noise and saw her stiff in her seat, she was falling apart again. This was the worst timing for it.

"Just breathe." He said trying to keep his anger out his voice. "Focus." He said, but she was too far gone to come back and he had no choice but to move them on.

The chopper was grey and inconspicuous on the ground and Sam pulled them into the empty parking lot next to the field. He got out and signaled for them to start the engine. The wings began to beat the air and he grabbed the bags and opened the passenger door. Olivia was shaking visibly now,

"Olivia, just focus on me." Sam said taking her head in her hands. She shook her head desperately.

"I don't want to, please they'll hurt me again!" She said her eyes locked on the helicopter.

"They won't hurt you," Sam said pulling her but she wrapped her hand around the door handle.

"You'll hurt me!" She said her eyes glazed with panic and bright with tears and she began to push against his chest.

"We have to go!" Sam said, even as those words felt like he was being punched in the gut.

"No! I can't!" Olivia said,

There was movement out of the corner of Sam's eyes and he saw a car speed into the parking lot. Elizabeth and Dean got out and Sam knew time had run out. He grabbed Olivia and pulled her from the car even as she began to scream.

"Sam let go of her!" Dean shouted running towards them. There was gunfire from the soldiers in the helicopter. Dean and Elizabeth ducked behind the car. With the cease fire, Sam picked Olivia up and began to run towards the helicopter even as she struggled.. Elizabeth chanced to duck up and saw him running. She squeezed the trigger.

Sam tumbled to the ground, Olivia rolling a few feet away from him. Pain blossomed from his left side and blood began to stain the grey fabric. He looked over at Olivia whose eyes were fixed on the growing stain. Answering fire rang out over their heads and the boots of the soldiers appeared at his feet.

"C'mon sir." One of them said, they grabbed him and Sam stood up fighting the white dots that danced around his vision.

"Get her." He said and he felt one of the soldiers turn to get Olivia who was still on the ground. Elizabeth saw the solider turn back to Olivia and fired. He dropped to the ground with a whole in his head.

"We just lost Jackson, leave her." One of them said as they helped Sam into the chopper.

"No!" Sam said turning and fighting away the medic to get back to the open door. He saw Olivia on the ground her eyes darting from the body of the soldier to him.

"Come on, please come." He said too quietly for her to hear but she saw his expression clearly. "Everything that happened last night couldn't be a lie, but if you don't follow me, then it is and I'll hate you for it." His expression said.

There was a moment's hesitation and then the helicopter began to lift off. Olivia began to back away.

"No!" Sam shouted, his voice lost in the sound of the engines and the wings. Elizabeth and Dean came out from behind the car, still firing at the helicopter. The doors slammed shut but not before Sam and Dean's eyes met.

Sam put his bloody hand on the glass and Dean broke the gaze and looked to Elizabeth, the message was clear, he had made his choice long ago. Elizabeth was taking Olivia to cover and Dean followed her. The backup had arrived and everyone was looking at the quickly retreating helicopter.

"They're gone now." Ash said coming up to meet Elizabeth.

Elizabeth nodded, she was relieved that Olivia was safe but another part had wanted to catch Sam, to turn the tables on him and see the fear in his eyes as she stood over him with his own knife in her hand.

"Let's get her out of here." Dean said,

Olivia was still looking at the empty sky and Elizabeth was scared she was going into shock.

"I'm fine." She said looking away and into Dean's eyes.

"Says you. C'mon let's have someone look at you, a medic."

"No I don't want that!" Olivia said breaking away from Elizabeth.

"We just want to make sure he didn't hurt you." Dean said.

"He didn't, I'm fine!" Olivia said "I just want to go home, please." She said looking pleadingly at Elizabeth for support.

"They can debrief her tomorrow, right?" Elizabeth said looking at Dean.

"Sure, Ellen will understand." Dean said.

Olivia looked relieved.

"Get a tow truck for the car, we'll keep that as evidence." Dean said and Elizabeth saw his eyes linger long on the shiny black car. She knew hers did.

Olivia was getting into the car when Dean made the call.

"We got her Ellen." He said,

"That's great news! Is she alright? What about Sam?"

"Little shaken up but she says he didn't hurt her. Sam, he got away." Dean said letting his voice show his disappointment. "She needs rest though, would it be alright for her be interviewed tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure." I think everyone will just be excited that she's alive. Take her to the safe apartment and have someone watch her. I need you and Elizabeth to come in for debriefing."

Dean glanced back at Olivia, who was staring out the window, someone had wrapped a shock blanket around her. Benny was sitting next to her minding his business.

"Can it wait?" He asked.

"No, sorry but we need you. Robert Singer is asking for answers to tell the press and we need you and Elizabeth. They'll be sorry to hear about Sam, I think everyone wanted him dead." Ellen said and Dean gave a small wince.

"Elizabeth shot him, it didn't seem serious though, we'll have to follow the North press conference for news on that." He said. He saw Elizabeth look over at him but he didn't quite meet her eyes.

"Well that'll be good news to share. I'll talk to you when you get here." Ellen said.

Dean hung up and Elizabeth looked at him questioningly.

"They want to debrief us. We'll take Olivia to the safe apartment in the city and, Lafitte?"

Benny looked up, "Yes sir?"

"Would you mind keeping an eye on Olivia?"

"I don't need that." Olivia said.

"Ellen's orders Liv." Dean said. Olivia did not look happy about it at all.

"I won't hover." Benny said smiling at her, Olivia didn't return the smile and looked away.

"Alright." Dean said.

The matter settled, it was a small matter of dropping Olivia off at the apartment with Benny, Elizabeth and Dean got out to hug her goodbye, considering that in the past week they had gone through believing her dead and then doubting they would ever see her again, it was a relief.

The debriefings were as tedious as the interviews and Elizabeth was glad to get them over with. She had seen the way Dean's eyes had not met hers since she had shot Sam and it was gnawing at her.

"Let's get a hotel, I really don't want to deal with traffic back to the base tonight." Dean said.

They reached their hotel room in silence and as they closed the door, Dean gave a groan, leaning against it.

"We did it." He said and Elizabeth nodded. It sounded like both the words and the action should be happy but neither of them were.

"What is it?" Dean said,

"I am so happy that we got Olivia back, but, I really wanted to get Sam. I just felt like he won this round." Elizabeth said taking her holster off and placing it on the dresser. "And," she said but stopped,

"What?" Dean asked,

"I shot him, I shot your brother." Elizabeth finished. She looked up at Dean scared about what she'd find.

"I know you did." Dean sighed, "It's complicated Elizabeth, the way I feel. On one hand, I have seen Sam hurt so many people you included, but on the other, he's still my brother and I remember him as being one of the best kids you could ever meet. I want to believe that he's still like that somewhere but, you can't ignore what he's done. I don't blame you for shooting him."

Elizabeth nodded and turned away, the guilt and disappointment was still there. Dean looked at and for the first time in a while really looked at her, this week had been so hectic and they had been so stressed but now, it was just them and damn it he wanted her and he wanted her to feel better.

Elizabeth was pulling her hair out of her ponytail when Dean pressed himself against her back, his hands around her waist. She didn't quite relax in his hold and Dean pressed a kiss on her temple.

"You did so well today." He said quietly and his hands went from her waist to the front of her vest. "You should feel good." He said as he slowly began to unbuckle it. "I'm going to make you feel good." He promised. The vest was open and he began to work on the buttons on her shirt. Elizabeth licked her lips quickly, the unhurried way he was undressing her was getting to her.

"Dean," She started. Dean's hand slipped inside her unbuttoned shirt and cupped her breast.

"Yeah, baby?" He said moving her hair to the side so he could kiss her neck.

"How good are you going to make me feel?" She said teasing.

Dean turned her around and led her to the bed. He sat down so he was on the edge. Elizabeth stood between his legs. One of her hands came up to play in his soft sandy hair. The way his green eyes were looking at her, at once hungry and tender just made her stomach clench pleasantly, his grinned, his freckled nose crinkling a little.

"So good," He helped her shrug the shirt off her shoulders." I want you to forget everything that happened the last week, everyone is safe and you are amazing, and I am going to show you just how much you mean to me." He teased the button on her pants.

Elizabeth bit her lip,

"What about you?" She said, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him backwards. He fell obediently against the bed.

"What about me?" He asked grinning.

"Well," Elizabeth crawled on the bed so she was straddling him, "You worked hard too, and you were amazing." She began to take his vest off and then unbuttoned his shirt.

"I want you to feel good too." She said placing teasing kisses down his chest. Dean gave a groan and Elizabeth laughed.

"How about," Dean sat up so she was in his lap. "We make each other feel good." His hips ground into hers.

"Sounds like a plan." Elizabeth said breathlessly as she pulled him in for a harder kiss.

xXx

The press was buzzing with the news of Sam Winchester's almost capture. The funeral of Raphael was the grandest most somber event of the year, with Elizabeth and Dean with the rest of the guard. Olivia chose not to attend. The press conference aired by the North showed Sam standing by Dick Roman's side looking completely recovered, much to Elizabeth's regret. Just seeing him made her want to put a gun in his face.

Olivia was debriefed, there was very little to tell, he hadn't told her any secrets and then Olivia had lied when asked if any physical contact had been initiated by him.

"You shared a bed for a week and there was no physical contact?" The interviewer said with raised eyebrows. Olivia gritted her teeth but kept her cool.

"Nothing except what couldn't be avoided." She said politely.

"It seemed when we interviewed after you escaped from prison that he had some sort of feelings towards you, would that be why he kidnapped you?"

Olivia counted to ten in her head before answering,

"I really don't think so. It was a while ago and I believe he needed a hostage and I was the closest available."

Over the next three months, everyone was settling down, life did go on, as the news did not have much new to report. Olivia had avoided the subject of her week of capture with Elizabeth and Dean and neither of them had pressed her. They both knew something had happened that she wasn't telling anyone.

xXx

Olivia was in her Zen mode. She was grocery shopping. Going up and down the aisles and picking up what she needed. She grabbed some toothpaste and kept walking down the aisle. She was just walking past the feminine hygiene products when she stopped. When had she last bought any of those? In fact when had she last needed them? It must have been a while, before…before…

"Oh please no. No." Her mind's desperate prayer as she did the math. This couldn't happen, this shouldn't happen. Forgetting her cart and everything in it, she started for the registers pausing long enough to grab a purple box from off the shelf.

The smiling older woman rang her up and handed her bag.

"Good luck honey." She said winking. Olivia couldn't say anything, just nodded.

She was able to make it to her car and sat there, shaking with the pregnancy test in her hand.

xXx

Elizabeth had begun to train at the camp alongside Dean, both had a new group of cadets. They had finished a long run for the day and she was tired and sweaty but proud of her group. Of course she couldn't show that too much, she was the toughest captain in the camp. She and Dean were walking to the apartment when Olivia drove up.

"Hey!" Elizabeth called and Olivia got out of the car and walked towards them. She didn't return their smiles and there was a look of panic in her eyes.

"What is it?" Dean asked,

"I have something to tell you." Olivia said, her voice cracking.

"Okay," Dean said waiting for her to continue.

"Not here." Olivia said.

They walked across the courtyard to Dean's cabin. Elizabeth was beginning to feel worried by Olivia's behavior.

"What is it?" Dean asked as he closed the door behind him.

"I'm," Olivia began trying to keep herself steady. She took a chair by the table and buried her face in her hands for a second. Finally she raised her head.

"I'm pregnant." She said, "It's Sam's."

To say that both Dean and Elizabeth were shocked was an understatement.

"You sure?" Dean said,

"Yes I'm sure!" Olivia snapped, her eyes brimming with tears. "Just damn him, and damn me for being such an idiot and," She broke off unable to speak.

Elizabeth sat down in the chair next to her and rubbed her back.

"It's okay," Elizabeth said and she looked at Dean. He was still standing there, and he had slipped his fingers up to his mouth and was gnawing on the ends of his nails in thought.

"What am I going to do?" Olivia said quietly. She straightened up.

"That's not my call, or Deans." Elizabeth said.

"I know, I'm just, I'm scared." Her hand moved over her stomach and Elizabeth knew there was a tiny little life that was beginning to grow. "I'm keeping it." Olivia said firmly and a knot that had been in Elizabeth's chest loosened. "I just don't know what to do after that."

"I'll help you." Dean said coming to eye level with her.

"We'll help you." Elizabeth corrected him and giving him a smile.

"You will?" Olivia asked,

"Of course, I'm gonna be an uncle." Dean said grinning now, his eyes crinkling.

"Oh!" It was a thought that hadn't occurred to Olivia yet and suddenly she gave a small laugh.

"We're practically related now." She said.

"Yep," Dean said smiling wider. Elizabeth had never seen Dean look so excited.

"Thank you." Olivia said, Dean reached forward and gave her a hug. "It'll be okay." He said and he looked at Elizabeth, his smile not fading. His hand left Olivia's back to grab Elizabeth's hand, giving it a squeeze. For something that for many would have been devastating news, the situation had become oddly happy.

"You okay now?" Dean said pulling back,

"It's weird, but yeah." Olivia said grinning at Elizabeth. "I've started thinking and, I think what I have to do first is leave the city. I can get a place near the base and maybe ask for a transfer there, work with the recruits."

"Why would you leave the city?" Elizabeth asked,

"The North has spies there; I don't want Sam to know." Olivia said.

"Anyways, it'll be good to have you nearby." Dean said,

"You're not gonna get overprotective on me?" Olivia said,

"Oh, it's gonna be my duty." Dean replied with a grin.

Olivia left soon after, and Elizabeth decided to spend the night over with Dean. She borrowed one of his t-shirts and snuggled up to him in bed.

"What a day." She said, her head tucked neatly under his chin.

"Yeah but, I think it could turn out good." Dean said,

Elizabeth nodded.

"I love you." Dean said after a moment of silence.

"I love you too." Elizabeth tilted her head so she could look him in the face. He kissed her, running his thumb over her cheekbone.

Elizabeth fell asleep, contented with a smile on her face. Dean watched her sleep in the dark and his thoughts went to an afternoon he'd had off a few weeks ago, when he had driven by a jewelers shop. Now in his bedside table, there was a ring nestled in a grey box, it had delicate carvings on the side and blue stones fitted snuggly on either side of the round stone. Just thinking of the box and everything it entailed had his heart pumping loudly in his chest. 'Maybe not yet, but soon.' Dean thought. He loved her, slowly, in a life where he had been determined to be on his own, she had stolen in, the girl with sunshine hair and kick ass attitude had changed his future, until she was in every facet of his life. And he never looked back.

xXx

Away from this happy scene, across mountainous regions and cold landscapes, in dark but lavish apartment, was a much colder angrier scene. Sam was slowly nursing a whiskey; the fire from the fireplace was the only source of light in the room. On the table in front of him was a familiar file. Pictures of Olivia spilled out across the table and like most nights he just looked at them. The gun shot that Elizabeth given him was healing with another scar but it did twinge occasionally. Every time it did, anger flared up in him but other than that, he was just…numb.

He reached forward and pulled one of the pictures towards him. Her profile was as familiar to him as his own but all he could see was the look on her face as she backed away from him. The picture crumpled in his hand as his fingers closed and multiple scenes with Olivia flashed through his head, her a scared girl on a cot, now a defiant prisoner across a table, as a broken girl curled up in the same cot, the angry blazing look in her eyes, and then the crash of a messy kiss, clothing shed and sounds pulled from each other almost by force-

Sam stood, and threw the crumpled picture into the fireplace. Sparks cracked as the flames took the picture eagerly and in a moment of determination, he threw the entire file into the flames. He watched as this too was devoured. Almost as soon at the moment had passed however, he regretted it.

"It's better this way." He thought to himself. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about her and her betrayal but he could stop himself from reminding himself of her, and talking about her. So from that moment he swore he would never let her come into his life again.

Of course, it didn't work out that way.