Chapter Three - To No Avail

Dean POV –Two weeks later-

I hear the sickening crunch as I jam my blade into body number four. The lean man's frame that moments ago was a demon attacking me, slumps onto the floor with a loud thud. I look up to see Olivia beheading a demon that was running towards Sam. Her hair flinging out of its pony tail and her waves and curls getting splattered with blood. She takes a deep breath and looks up at Sam to make sure he's okay before double checking that the room was finally cleared with frantic eyes. I chuckle to myself as I wipe my blade off on one of the slumped bodies on the floor.

"Didn't have enough there, Liv?" I straighten up and tuck my blade into my pocket. Her eyes, which were just darting about the room, stop at me. They narrow into a glare while she huffs. God, annoying her is fun. Flashing her a smirk as I walk past her, I head towards Sam to help him up off the floor.

"Well, this didn't go as planned…" Sam sighed. He's right. I look over to the demon trap that got wiped away from a damp shoe. "We should invest in better paint." I throw at them as I look over the small crack in the circle. "You think?" Olivia's voice was all of a sudden behind me, catching me off guard. Don't get me wrong, someone of her short size wouldn't normally startle me or even her voice for that matter. Her voice is sweet, but has this rough around the edges sound. No, it's not that that startles me. It's the fact she has a very large blade and no fear to chop someone's head off at will that scares me.

"Couldn't get anything out of them…" She crosses her arms and gives this little pout which draws my eyes to her lips. I shake my head and look around the room. "I just want to know why they want me." She sighs as she slumps into the chair that not even fifteen minutes ago where we were integrating a demon. She puts her head into her hand. Her round cheeks looking flushed.
"Don't worry. We'll find out." Sam pipes up as he dusts off his jeans. I purse my lips. We interrogated a demon to try to get more answers, but once the circle got smudged it called backup. I look at Sam to see if he is actually hopeful. At this point, I'm getting tired of this goose chase. Demon after demon and no answers. "So, I don't know about you two but I'm ready to hit the road." Sam looked exhausted, as did Olivia. We all nod in agreement before heading out.

When we are in the car, it's silent. The only sounds is Sam as he unfolds a map. I let out a frustrated sigh as an oncoming car's high beams flashed into my eyes, making them burn. "Ah, Come on." I say under my breath. It's almost two in the morning… "There should be a motel about an hour from here that we could stay at…Find our next hunt." Sam says quietly as he refolds the map and shoves it into the glove box. I give a grunt in return. I look in the review mirror to check up on Olivia to find she's passed out. "Looks like someone had a long day." I chuckle. Sam turns around and smirks and then looks at me. "So, what do you think so far? We haven't really gotten far with…her case. Or ours for that matter." Sam mumbles quietly so he doesn't wake her. I could see the concern growing on his face. He's right. We haven't made any movements in finding out how to cage Lucifer and with recent news that Sam is his vessel…My fingers tighten on the steering wheel. "I don't know. I tried calling Cas, but no answer. Thought maybe he would have some clue." I look back at her once more to make sure she's actually asleep. She looked peaceful as her head gently laid on the back head rest. Her face was smooth and not her normal scrunched concern. Her lips were gently parted, looking soft… I readjust myself and look back at the road. I hear Sam sigh but then everything is quiet once again, leaving us to our thoughts.

This past two weeks has been us getting demon after demon, all saying they heard of Olivia and that Lucifer would love to have her on his side. This is honestly not what we need right now with Zachariah's pestering….Although he's been strangely quiet. Which, let's keep it that way for a while. I can't shake the feeling though that there's more to Olivia then we think. I mean, Demons wanting her…knowing who she is… that's not normal. We've tried everything though to prove she's human. That was a grueling task since every time we tried something just earned us some sort of backhanded sarcasm. Looking back once again I sigh. And then there's THAT feeling. That I catch myself getting wrapped up in my own thoughts, thoughts of her, but at this point I should focus on our task. Right now, my biggest priority should be Lucifer. But, I need to make sure Olivia is safe. I can't just leave her to herself.

-Olivia POV-

"So, what are your interests, sweetheart?" The blonde women smiled at me while holding her husband's hand. I shrugged, picking at the scorch marks on my shorts from earlier. I had finally got my first hunt. A ghost in the attic of the orphanage. It was a child who passed away in the orphanage years ago. It came back to torment the old keeper from the abuse she experienced, but never found the old keeper since she died seven years ago. Seemed like we had something in common. In the end, I had to burn an old knotted friendship bracelet I found of the ghost child's in the attic inside a box, the only thing left to their name besides files. I never set anything on fire though and dropped it on my leg out of fright. "Oh come on, I'm sure there's something!" The husband said. I folded my arms and sat back in my chair. The last couple I told my interests they immediately left the room wanting nothing to do with it. I told them about how I have a book that's only for me so that I can slay dark beings and become a hero. I would always say how I know my parents left me with this book so that I can one day be my real self. I never saw two more concerned faces that day. The couple looked over my file, trying to find a topic to talk about. "It says here you run. You like running? The school by our house has an amazing track team!" The blonde was grasping at anything at this point. I rolled my eyes. I tend to run away a lot, or run from Shelly. Must be a sarcastic note Shelly put in the papers. "Yeah." I murmured. They gave a nice smile that I finally spoke up, but that was the only word spoken the whole meeting. When the time was up, I quickly walked out of the room and sat in the hallway. Shelly looked down at me as she went in to talk to the parents to 'See if I'm a good fit for them.' I leaned my ear against the wall to hopefully hear them. "Well, she was little…quiet. Kind of in her own world." The blonde said. "Oh, she's like that but trust me. She has a mouth that kid." Shelly laughed. I scrunched my nose towards her direction. "I… I don't think she's the right fit for our family. Can we see…" papers shuffled. "Maria? She seemed so cute and little!" I pulled away from the wall and pulled my knees into my chest. They always want younger. Maria is a bouncy, cheerful five year old that screamed sunshine. Every couple wanted her. I heard Shelly's footsteps approaching. "Stand up." She said through her teeth. I slowly pulled myself up, leaning against the wall. "You couldn't be nice for once? At this rate you're never finding a family." She sneered. I moved my eyes up to hers. "Well, maybe I don't like being looked at like a dog in a pet store." I spat. Heat spread through my right cheek as I felt her hand come in contact with my face. "Go to bed." I ran upstairs and sat on my bed, rubbing my face from her slap. The other girls looked at me with pity this time. I curled up and scrunched my eyes closed before I felt myself being violently shaken.

"Hey! You awake in there?!"

My eyes shot open to see Dean's face inches from mine. His green eyes were locked with mine and for a moment it felt like the world stopped and I swear I saw him catch his breath in his throat. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he breathes out a sigh.

"We're here. You can sleep inside." He ducked out of the car as Sam walked around the corner with a key in his hand. I quickly got out of the car and stretched, grabbing bags and heading inside. I sit on the couch rubbing my eyes as the boys washed up and put beer in the fridge. I reached into my bag and grabbed my book. By this time, the dark covers edges look faded and used. My name plate has been nailed in three times now, and twice with crazy glue. I grab a pillow off one of the beds and flop it on the couch, stuffing my book under it.

At first we got separate rooms, but after the first couple of nights we thought it would be a bad idea since a demon broke in through one of my windows at four A.M. That quickly changed our minds. So we decided I would take a couch, or sometimes Sam will switch with me. I think he pities me sometimes. I smile to myself as I hear Sam crawl under his covers and say his normal good-nights. I lay on the couch, resting my head on the dusty smelling pillow. Dean grabs a beer from the fridge and chugs it before putting the can on the table. He lays down on his bed, not even bothering getting under the covers. Just as we all were about to finally get some rest, there was a whoosh. It sounded more like feathers of bird.

"God dammit Cas, It's three in the morning!" Dean yelled. I looked up and screeched because all of a sudden there was a man standing in the living room. He was wearing a long trench coat, button down and tie. He looked professional, except his tie was on backwards. He didn't bother to look at me until he flinched, gritting his teeth. His eyes immediately darted to me.

"What are you doing here?" His low gruff voice sounded angry. I gulped.

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