Please forgive the shortness of the first chapter. I wrote it to get it down before I chickened out and didn't publish it. I'll do better this time. :)

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~One Month Earlier~

Olivia sat in the darkened hospital room. The sounds of monotonous beeps were keeping her from checking out of this reality. The hospital chair was like any typical hospital chair; hard, plastic and uncomfortable. She shifted her weight and transferred her gaze from the man lying before her, to the clock on the wall. Sighing deeply, Olivia dropped her exhausted head into her hands.

Like most people, Olivia wasn't a big fan of hospitals. On a personal level, she hated them. She had lost her mother when she was ten years old in a car accident. That's when her hatred for the facility began. Because for 10 years she had 2 loving parents and a nice, normal, apple pie life. Her mom, Lydia, was an administrative assistant. Her father, Jack, worked with his dad, her grandpa. They traveled the country a lot, doing "the family business," as her Grandpa Samuel liked to say. Everything changed for her the day her mom died. Jack finally let his daughter in on what him and his father were doing.

"You have to learn Liv. You have to learn to protect yourself.. " he closed her small hand into his larger one and headed out to the backyard. He handed her a small handgun...

"I guess the beeping didn't help all that much," Olivia muttered shaking herself out of the memory.

"Help what?" Jack's weak voice asked, pulling Olivia's gaze to him.

She smiled and pulled her chair closer to the bed. "Hey daddy. It's about damn time you woke up..sleeping all day. What do you think this is, vacation?"

Jack Campbell's smile barely reached his eyes. It didn't go unnoticed by his daughter, "well with such stimulating conversation about Maury and Dr. Phil..."

Olivia cut him off, " Don't hate old man... just because you couldn't tell the difference between the cross dressers and the women. Even I thought he was a hot chick.. which one did you like? Wasn't it Misty?"

Her dad let out a faint chuckle. "Keep it up young lady, and I'll tell everyone about your Ricky Martin crush. That's all I heard, 'he's such a latin god daddy!' Not exactly what you want to hear your daughter say but it works for blackmail."

Olivia gasped in mock terror, "okay, you win. I'm done." Both father and daughter fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the drone of people in the hallway. Olivia was the first to break the silence. "so what nurse do we get today? Is it Marley?" she teased her dad.

"Oh I hope so."

"Eww. Dad, don't say it like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you haven't been laid...ever. And as I'm the product of that....act, we know it's a lie." She rolled her eyes at her father.

Jack's brown eyes sparkled with mischievousness. "Have you seen her? She's a babe."

"Dad...."

"Liv, I have prostate cancer, which is nowhere near my eyes. I'm not blind. When she comes to get me for chemo, you make yourself scarce. I'm working my mojo." he rubbed his hands together, "I'm going to score one more number before I blow this joint."

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"He died a week later, " Olivia said, trying to blink back tears. "He told me about Sam and Dean. He said that someone has to look out for me, or I'll end up doing something stupid." She let out a little laugh, "it's true. I don't always think things all the way through."

Ellen handed her a napkin. "So your daddy was.."

"Mary's older brother. I guess him and John weren't the greatest of friends. After Mary died, dad said John went on a crusade and keeping everyone at arms length. After daddy held the funeral for Mary I guess John and the boys took off."

Ellen stood quietly taking in the girl carefully once again. Making her decision she walked to the phone and dialed a familiar number. "Hey Dean, it's Ellen.."

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