"Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact." - William James
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"You are worthless," Brian spat, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and dragging me down the stairs of our house.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, the familiar metallic taste of blood staining my once white teeth.

Brain laughed, waving his bottle of Jack Daniels around with his free hand. "You're sorry. You stupid bitch! This is all your fault. You. . and that brat you call a son." I whimpered, as Brian landed another blow to my face, repeatedly striking me down. I whined as he threw me to the hardwood floor, and made his trek upstairs."Come out, come out son. Come out and play Kyle. Don't be a little shit!" I gulped, fear racing through my veins, but the instinct to protect my son took over everything else. I bolted up the stairs, every limb screaming at me to stop. I watched in horror as Brian made his way into our son's room, laughing maniacally. I ground my teeth, jaw clenching as I watched the man. I wasn't going to let him take away my baby. Not after everyone else I ever loved was ripped from me as a child by lowly scum of the earth vampires. I growled, rushing at the man and tackling him to the ground, his bottle of Jack Daniels shattering against the wood floor. I landed a blow to his face, dazing him momentarily, and dashed into Kyle's bedroom, slamming the door shut.

I looked at my petrified three year old son, his ginger hair a replica of my own, eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears.

"Kyle, baby everything is alright. Mommy just needs you to go hide in the closet. Can you do that for me?" I kissed the crown of his head, as he nodded and shoved him into his closet, closing and locking it behind him. The pounding from the bedroom door caused me to nearly jump out of my skin.

Brian came rambling through the door looking around the room for Kyle.

"Where is he!" he spat, grabbing me by the neck and squeezing tightly.

"I don't know," I muttered, as my hands clawed at his meaty hand around my throat.

"Your Lying," he hissed, slamming me against the wall, my vision blurring as a sticky red liquid began to drip down the back of my head. I cried, jamming my fingers into his eye sockets, and he quickly released me. "You bitch!" Brian backhanded me across the face, proceeding to kick me in the ribs.

"Please stop!" I yelled, curling in on myself. He huffed down at me, getting close to my level.

"I will never stop. I will always find you, and I will always come for you. That's a fucking promise." Brian sneered at me, getting up and teetering over to the closet.

"Open it! Now!" he yelled.

"Never," I hissed, glowering at the man.

"Open the fucking door Oliva!" he hollered. I winced as his tone got louder, curling in on myself. When had I become this pathetic shell of a person I used to be? I hunted monsters since before I could walk. That was the family business, and now I can scarcely remember that girl. But I had to be strong. For Kyle.

Brian sneered at my shrinking form, and stormed out of the room, only to come back with a Glock in his hands. He tugged at his messy strands of hair, pacing back and forth in front of the closet.

"What are you doing?" I screeched, eyeing the closet doors.

"What I should have done a long time ago." he whispered, shooting up the closet doors.

"No! God, no!" I stumbled to my feet, swaying a little, as I raced to the locked doors, quickly fumbling for the key. My heart sunk as I saw my baby, lying there in a pool of his own blood. I reached out a shaky hand, my pointer and middle finger checking for a pulse. I let out a strangled sob, as I realized that my son was really dead, and was never coming back. I whirled around, anger taking over me.

"Why did you do that?" I ran over to Brian, prepared to murder the man, when he smiled at me sinisterly, and pulled the trigger. I wailed, as the bullet entered my abdomen, collapsing to the floor. Through my hazy vision I could make out Brian coming closer, until I felt his hot breath ghost over my ear.

"I'll always find you baby. Never ever forget that." I shuddered, clutching my bleeding stomach, as Brian walked away, fading from view, and I hoped to god that I'd never have to see that man again. But I knew that was false hope. I knew that if I didn't die here tonight that man would find me and do god only knows what with me. Letting out another sob, I just prayed that I would die. I just wanted to be with my son again.

That was five years ago. I've been on the run ever since, hiding from my ex-husband, and the vampires that are hell bent on killing me. I never understood why the vampires wouldn't leave me alone, but after they kidnapped my brother when I was a teenager, my life as a hunter was cemented in stone. An ancient vampire named Charles killed my father on a hunt when I was only a little girl, and my mother became hell bent on finding the son of a bitch and slicing his head off along with the rest of his pack. So my brother and I were raised as hunters, and shortly after Luke turned fifteen, he was kidnapped by Charles' daughter, Katherine. I still have the video of her torturing him. I don't know why I held onto it. Honestly, I just hope one day I'll see something I hadn't before and find my little brother again. After he went missing, my mom went insane and did anything she could to find him, and when she finally caught onto their trail, she made me stay back at the hotel, since I was still only eighteen. She never came back, and I could only assume the worst.

I packed up my things, hopped in her 1971 Mustang Fastback and began hunting on my own. Two years later I ran into Brian, and we settled down, and two years after that we welcomed our baby boy Kyle into the world. That's when shit hit the fan, and I regret not leaving that man sooner every goddamn day of my life.

"Hey Sanders! Olivia! Olivia Sanders!" I shook my head, returning to the present, only to see my fellow employee and friend, Sharlene, screeching at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Please tell me you are taking over my shift?" Sharlene pleaded, jutting out her lower her lip and clasping her hands together. I rolled my eyes at her behavior, telling her to cut it out. She smacked her lips together, gum sloshing around in her mouth like a cow chewing on curd.

I smiled uncomfortably. "Fine, I'll take over for you." I pulled out my apron, tying it around my waist and pinning my name tag to the generic brand employee polo. It may have been crappy pay working at Joe's diner in the middle of Sioux Falls, South Dakota, but the beer was good, and the owner had a soft spot for me, and often gave me free meals to take home at night. It was the best life I could've made for myself after Kyle died and everyone on God's green earth began hunting me. This was the longest I'd ever stayed in one place in two years. It'd been sixth months, and I had just about stopped looking over my shoulder everytime I walked somewhere alone.Shaking my head, I returned to the present. Pressing out the creases in my skirt, I looked back up at my friend, shooting her a coy smile. Sharlene only rolled her eyes at me in return.

"Someone must have a hot date." I leaned against the row of lockers, watching as Sharlene continued to primp her hair in the mirror.

"I do. It's with Jared!" Sharlene's gaze drifted off, as she thought about the man, a sickeningly sweet smile crossing her face. She shook her head, quickly regaining her senses, and applied another coat of blush pink lipstick to her full lips.

I laughed. "Well color me impressed! This is the third date this week. If you keep this up you might have to marry the man."

"Ha ha. Very funny," she scoffed. I sent Sharlene a sly smirk, pushing off from the lockers, and wandering out of the changing room. I halted to a stop behind the diner counter, slapping my hands against the hard metal countertop as if it was a pair of bongos.

"Aye Liv! Long time no see," Rico's flirty Argentinian accent boomed from the other end of the diner, behind the laminate countertop. I laughed at the man as he raced over to me.

"You saw me yesterday." I smirked straightening my uniform.

"So? Twenty four hours is a long time to be away from you." He smiled and grabbed my face with both of his hands, kissing my cheeks. "Love you darling." I rolled my eyes, leaning my forearms on the counter.

"How does your fiance Michael feel about you kissing me all the time?" I questioned playfully, looking back at him. Rico only let out a loud laugh.

"That man knows I only have eyes for him, honey! Besides you're kind of the wrong gender, sorry to break it to you."

"I think I'll survive, love." Rico winked at me, before disappearing into the kitchen.

I laughed, grabbing my notepad out of my apron pocket and walking over to my first table. "Hey welcome to Joe's what can I get for you?"

"I'll take a beer," The light-brown haired man stated, looking up from the menu. He smirked when he saw me, our eyes meeting for a small second. My breath hitched in my throat as pure green eyes stared back at me. My cheeks flushed slightly, before I shook my head a little, focusing my attention back on my job.

The Shaggy haired man in front of him sighed, his tone a mix of irritation and surprise. "Dean. . .it's not even noon yet."

"Well in that case I'll take two beers." He grinned playfully at his shaggy haired companion in front of him. His friend shot him a glare, clearly irritated with his childish behavior

"How long have you two been married?" I joked, tapping my foot and smiling at their childish bickering.

The light-brown haired one laughed hysterically

"Anything else I can get you boys?"

The green eyed man looked the menu over one last time. "I'll have a double bacon cheeseburger with onion rings." He smirked, his eyes gleaming at me, as he handed back his menu.

I cleared my throat and rolled my eyes, irritated by his confidence. "For you?" I pointed with my pen.

"I'll just have a kale salad with a water." He handed me his menu while his friend kept smirking at me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Dude," he muttered smacking his friend on the shoulder.

I walked away with the menus, laughing at the light-brown haired man's ambitious attitude.

"Lou's gang is getting rowdy again," Angel exclaimed as I walked back over to the counter, pinning the orders to the spindle. She took a deep gulp plopping down on one of the many red leather bar stools. She sighed, wiping away stray tears.

"What happened?" I leaned against the counter rubbing small circles into her back with my thumb.

"He slapped my butt." Tears spilled from her eyes quickly as she started full on sobbing.

"I'll handle it. Okay?" I patted her back and handed her a tissue, walking away from the counter. I took off my apron, making my way over to Lou and his friends.

"Lou how many times do I have to tell you: This is a family restaurant. If you want to be drunk and loud take it to the strip club." I crossed my arms over my chest, my lips pressed into a thin line as I glowered at the six foot biker. Lou chuckled, glancing to his mates; the four other members that made up his motley gang. I couldn't stand the lot. They always came in here, and stirred up trouble, shouting profanities and objectifying women. Sometimes I regretted the fact that we served alcohol. It only amplified the men's perpetuance for anger and violence.

"Oh you looking good today toots! Did you get a haircut?" The man laughed, clanking his glass against his friends and taking a sip.

"Okay Lou, it's 11:30 in the morning and you're drunk. We really need to talk about your lifestyle choices. I don't think this is a healthy path." I clicked my tongue at him, pointing to his beer gut in mock annoyance. Lou just glared at me, taking another swig of his beer, and shuffling in his seat, pulling at his crotch. "Come on. . .don't make this any harder than it needs to be."

"No. You're not kicking us out this time," He laughed with his friends, eyeing me out of the corner of his eye.

"Lou, you're really going to make me do this in front of your friends? Just get up and get the Hell out." I gestured to the exit, running a hand through my tangled mess of hair.

"Listen here sweet cheeks, I ain't moving. So you better call the cops 'cause that is the only way you'll get me out of here." Lou took another swig of beer, reclining back in the leather booth, his eyes daring me to try his patience. I sent him a condescending smirk, stomping back over to the plastic laminate counter.

As I passed the long haired man and his friend again, he waved me over. "Do you need some help getting them to leave?" I could tell he was genuinely worried by the sincerity and tone of his voice. It however only fueled my anger. What was it with men not thinking women could handle themselves in a tense situation. I watched as the man's jaw clenched when Lou let out a snide remark on my behalf.

"Don't worry about it, pal. I can take care of myself. . .but thanks."

He simply nodded, lips drawn into a thin line as his mate seemed unbothered by the whole affair, nonchalantly taking another sip of his beer.

I walked back over the the counter, reaching behind, and inside where we stashed the booze, and other supplies, along with our licensed shotgun. I grabbed the weapon, sending both boys a sly smirk, as their eyes widened at the sight of me holding a Winchester model 1200. "It's so nice of you to be concerned. But trust me when I tell you I am more than capable of handling myself.

I aimed the gun at Lous drink, closing one eye and making sure everything was lined up. Lou and his gang didn't even notice, much too pleased with themselves. I shot it right out of his hand and loaded the shot gun again, this time aiming it at Lou's head. "The next shot will be in between your eyes and trust me, I don't fucking miss."

A/N

Hi loves I'm so excited to about this story the I personally feel like the Winchesters deserve a bit of happiness.

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