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Chapter Two - Memory

I closed the door behind me and felt it click shut on my fingertips. Sighing I flipped the light on and went to my bags. I pulled out another pair of jeans and a new T-shirt and sports bra. I tossed them onto the bed before heading to the bathroom. I quickly shed my tank top and took a look in the mirror. The gash was longer than it was deep, but deep enough that it needed stitches. At this point the blood was dry on my skin. I took a cloth and washed my face and abdomen, wincing if I got too close to the wound. "Another scar to add to the collection" I mumble. I put a brush through my hair, its waves and kinks getting caught in the brush. I end up violently pulling the brush through and then tossing it up on my head in a bun. I walk out of the bathroom and change into the new clothes. I have everything on except my T-shirt. I shrug, not bothering to put it on yet. I really don't want blood on this one. I grab my key and turn off the light as I head next door.

I knocked on the door. Standing in Jeans and my sports bra holding my shirt in my hand. Sam opens the door and his eyes go wide at my bare stomach. His mouths gapes like a fish a couple times. "What? You've never seen a stomach before?" I chuckled as I pushed past him in the door. "Uh…Sorry." Sam mutters under his breath as he shuts the door. I look around the room. Same as mine but they have far more books and papers strewn around the room in a disorganized mess. "I see you all are organized." I jerked my head towards a stack of papers that had loose pages falling out on each side. On top of it was a coffee mug with an empty beer can inside of it, titled enough that the last drops dripped from the opening and staining the top page.

"Just get over here so we can stitch you up." Dean's voice came from one of the two twin size beds. He already had the stuff out. I walk over to where he is. He puts a hand on my hip. "Hey, watch it, pal." I hiss at him. "Relax." He said as he used the hand to turn me so he could get a better look at the cut. "Besides, you're the one that came half naked." He mumbled. "I didn't want to get my shirt bloody…" I mumbled under my breath as he prepped my skin. "This will burn." He said as he started to disinfect. I winced but it wasn't too unbearable.

"So, you said you were after that…pack of demons. Do you mind asking me why?" Sam was now sitting at the small round table in the tiny kitchenette. His body was relaxed as he leaned one arm on the back of the chair. Sam definitely had a softer and caring vibe compared to his brother.

"Uhm. Yeah, I did say that." I stuttered as the first stitch went in. "I was hunting them because they were hunting me." Dean looked up at me. "You?" I nodded. "Yeah. I'm not actually sure, why. But ever since Lucifer escaped they seem to follow me."

"You know about Lucifer?" Sam raised an eyebrow and glanced at his brother. "What hunter doesn't?" I asked. "Fair enough…"Sam said towards the ground. "How long have you been hunting?" Dean asked as I felt him finish off the last stitch. "Good as new." He mumbled as he put the supplies away. I peered down at my side. It still stung but it looked clean. Dean put on a bandage before I could do it myself. "I've always been interested in anything paranormal, lore, or mythical beings ever since I can remember." My words were mumbled as I slipped my shirt over my head. I adjusted it over my hips and then sat down on the other kitchen chair. Dean walked over to the fridge and pulled out a six pack and put it on the table. Ignoring the two pages that fell to the floor. The two brothers each took one and then Dean handed me one. I took it swiftly, it's been a long ass day. "I started actual hunting when I was thirteen." I took a swig at the beer and set it on the table.

"Thirteen? A little young, 'aint it?" Dean scoffed. I lifted an eyebrow. "And how old were you guys?" They both scoffed and looked at the floor. I smirked. "Yeah. Thirteen." I put my elbows on my knees and rubbed my eyes.

"Why did you get into it?" Sam's voice was calm and it made me feel a little better honestly, but then I got launched into an old memory.

"OLIVIA! I thought I said to throw out that stupid book!" Shelly's voice boomed from the doorway. I jumped almost a foot in the air and swiftly closed it. I tried to shove it behind me but it was too late. "But it's NOT stupid!" I pouted, tears forming in my eyes. Shelly barged into the room. "Yeah?! What kind of twelve year old reads this crap?" She flipped the book open to a random page, she turned the book around and showed me and five other girls around me the picture. I stared at the picture, wondering what her problem was, but the other girls shrieked and covered their eyes. "Why are you reading about…?" She flips the book around to read the title of the image "...Wraiths?! Huh?" I sniffled and pulled on my dirty sleeves. "Because maybe someday I can help…" I mumbled. "HELP?!" Shelly laughed as well as the other girls. "This shit isn't real, Oliva. I bet you didn't even finish your schooling did you?" I kept silent, not wanting to get her more upset. She slammed the book next to me, making the squeaky bed jolt up and down. She left the room with a slammed door. The other girls looked at me, some with pity. Some with anger that I tipped off Shelly. "Nice going. At this rate, you'll never be adopted." One of the more angered girls sneered as she pulled back her covers. I sniffled and crawled deep under the thin blanket that I had and held the book in my arms, tracing over the metal plate on the front that had 'Olivia' engraved into it.

"Hey, Uh, You okay?" Dean waved his hand in front of my face. I blinked a couple times. "You kind of zoned out there…" I shook my head out of the memory. "Oh, Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. I felt like I needed too." I said as I wiped my nose with my arm and chugging back the rest of the beer.

"Needed too?" Sam inquired. "Yeah. Kind of like destiny or something. Since I grew up reading about it I knew signs, and what to do. One day at… at the orphanage there was a ghost. That was my first hunt." I concluded. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear-" I cut Sam off. "Don't worry about it. I lived there from practically birth until I was of legal age to leave the place." I shrugged it off. There was a moment of awkward silence before Dean decided to break it. "So, let's back up a few steps here. You said Demons have been following you?" I nodded. "I have no idea why. But every encounter I have they mention how Lucifer needs me." I looked up at them, but they didn't notice. They were too busy having a silent conversation between each other with only eye glances. I raised my eyebrow and Sam cleared his throat. "So, I think it will be best if you come along with us…For a little while until we can all sort things out." I thought about it for a second. "Why does this have anything to do with you two?" I asked. Sam sighed before they explained everything to me. How Lucifer got out, the reason why they hunt and little details here and there.

"And then Castiel-" I looked darted my eyes up, catching him off guard. "Who?" I asked. He further explained that Castiel is an Angel of the Lord, and how he met them and why he is with them. When they were done explaining I leaned into the back of the chair. That name...It sounds almost familiar. I must have read about it before..."You don't seem too surprised by this." I shook my head. "I read about Angels but never encountered one, I think…Nothing surprises me at this point. You should have said earlier you were the Winchesters. Heard there was a price on your heads for this whole Lucifer thing." I waved my hand in the air. The brothers shared a look. "Don't worry. I don't. I could care less, what matters right now is trying to stop whatever is happening." The brothers shared a short sigh of relief. "Now, I guess since we are on the road together…Where next?" I asked, actually intrigued.

"Well 'Liv, We just caught a case a little north of here." Dean said as he brought over a laptop. I glared at his green eyes. "Don't call me Liv." I hissed. Dean smirked. "Whatever you say, Liv." Oh, so THIS is how this is going to be. "Whatever you say, Dick." Sam coughed a laugh into his hand until Dean smacked the back of his head. I had to hold my side stitches while I laughed. "Ow!" He mumbled. He rubbed the back of his head before smirking. "Don't be such a dick, Dick." Slap.

This is going to be one hell of a ride.