"Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive." - Elbert Hubbard
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Olivia

"You know. . .I'm really getting tired of you guys messing with me and my family," I said, smirking at the vamp. I stabbed my switch knife in his neck. "I'm going to kill you. That's not a lie, but I need some information before I kill you. Nod if you understand me?" The vamp nodded, his expression bitter. "Where is Charles keeping my family?" I asked, wrenching the knife from the vamps neck.

"I don't know. Charles doesn't talk to us about that," he choked out, blood spilling from the wound.

I grit my teeth, jaw clenching, as I tightened my grip on the small knife. "Wrong answer." I rammed the knife through the vampire's left eye, pulling it back out just as quickly.

"I swear that's all I know!" the vamp pleaded, while holding his eye. I groaned, rolling my eyes as I sliced his head off. Turning back around to face Sam and Dean, I saw that a cluster of vampires remained, Sam and Dean holding off the majority of them.

"Okay, seriously. . .can we keep her?" I heard Dean ask Sam, a smile on his face, as he pinned down his vampire in a chokehold and sliced his head off. I watched the vampire closest to me, wandered towards Sam, while he was distracted with a vampire of his own.

I growled low in my throat, running up to the gangly vampire, taking him down from behind. Pinning the lanky man to the floor, I raised my machete, chopping off his head before he had time to comprehend what happened. Looking up, I was taken back as a man in a ridiculous tan trench coat strutted in. My eyes widened, as he walked up to Sam and Dean, angel blade drawn. I shot up from my kneeling position and launched my switchblade through the air. It snagged the shoulder of the man's coat, the force sending him backwards, and pinning him to the wall. The man's brows furrowed in confusion as I marched up to him

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, wrenching the blade out of his coat, and grabbing him by the front of his white dress shirt.

"Whoa it's cool. Cas is with us," Sam said, voice low and reassuring.

I looked between the two men, bowing my head sheepishly and releasing my hold on the perplexed man. "Sorry. I thought he was with them." Cas grunted, dusting himself off, and walking back outside. I followed behind the trio of men until we got outside, each walking to our respective cars, though they weren't very far apart.

"Dude! Who does the red hair and bad-ass fighting skills remind you of?" Dean asked Sam. "Evil Charlie," Sam and Dean whispered loudly. I smirked at what I assumed was a complement, tossing my machete into my trunk.

I closed the trunk of my car, jumping as I saw Sam leaning against the side of my car. "You kicked ass back there," he remarked, a sincere smile on his face.

"Thanks," I responded, holding my cell phone up, trying to get reception. I watched Sam out of the corner of my eye as he shrugged, walking back over to Dean. I groaned, shoving my phone back into my pocket.

"So I take it you've been hunting before," Sam asked handing Dean his machete.

"Yeah. A couple times," I mumbled out, barely audible. I took a swig of water from my bottle, raising my eyebrows at the three men, and offering them one. Sam and Dean each took one gratefully, Cas politely declining. Smiling at the boys, I unbuttoned my flannel, tossing it into the backseat of my car, and then peeled off my sweaty tank top throwing it into the pile of dirty clothes I had on my backseat floor. Grabbing a semi-clean T-shirt from the backseat, I slipped it on, tying a fresh flannel around my waist.

Dean sighed, "Great now I'm picturing evil Charlie topless."

"Dude," Sam hissed, hitting him. Dean looked at me then quickly covered his eyes getting into his car.

Rifling through my suitcases, I found my shoe box full of cell phones. Stomping on my current one, I pulled out a new one stuffing it in my back pocket. I needed to be extra careful, now that I knew Charles was sicking his lackeys on me. I was either going to find him and kill his pack, or I was bound to be dead soon. "Well I guess I'll see you around," I remarked, smiling and hoping into my mustang. "Actually. . .do you know of any motels around here?"

"We are staying at one if you want to follow us," Sam offered, quickly ducking down into the passenger seat of Impala.

"Alright. Well. . .after you."

It hadn't taken more than fifteen minutes to get to the shitty motel Sam and Dean were staying in. I pulled into the parking spot next to theirs, climbing out of my car. Heaving a sigh, I pulled my duffle out of the backseat, along with my laptop satchel. Trudging inside the building, I beelined for the front desk, smacking my hand on the little bell. My eyebrows rose as a man in his early fifties meandered out, fondling his moustache, and hoisting up his bell bottoms by his crotch. I grimace, forcing a smile on my face. "Hi, I'd like a room please."

"Sorry, doll face, we're all out." He sent me a creepy smile, his eyes travelling up and down my body.

"How can this shit hole be packed? There's like four cars in the parking lot, and one of them is mine."

"I'm sorry. We are booked," the man repeated, clacking away on his keyboard.

"Yeah. I got it the first time." Heaving out a sigh, I turned around to face Sam and Dean who had followed me inside. "Just so you know," I glowered at the man, " you should shave your mustache. It makes you look like a pedophile!" Dean snickered from behind me, and Sam smacked him.

"What? it's true," he defended, walking out the door, behind me.

"Well guess I'm sleeping with Beth," I sighed, pulling out my keys.

"Well look at that. There's another girl. One for me and one for you. She's probably the quiet type like you," Dean whispered to Sam.

"Dean," Sam groaned.

Sam cleared his throat, "So you have a friend to stay with?"

"Well not exactly. . .this is Beth. And just so you two know, you guys suck at whispering. I can hear everything you two have been saying."

Dean cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at me.

Sam nudged his brother, whose attention returned to me. Sam sent me a concerning smile. "You can't sleep in there." He began inspecting my mustang.

"Why can't I? The seats are old calf skin leather. I think I will be fine" I shrugged. I opened the trunk of my car, grabbing out a blanket and my memory pillow, one of the few nice things I owned. Cramming it into the backseat, I clambered inside, pulling a book out of back pocket of the passenger seat.

"I take it you do this a lot, " Sam asked.

I crawled back out of my car, and sent him a small shrug, a playful smile on my lips. "Too many times to count."

"Why don't you bunk with us?" Dean asked, his lips drawn into a thin line as he eyed my mustang.

"I mean if you really don't mind." I smiled leaning against Beth.

"It would mean a lot to Sammy here," Dean mocked, patting his hair. Sam scoffed, and shoved Dean away, straightening his clothing.

"No, but seriously you can't sleep out here. It's supposed to get down into the thirties tonight." Sam shot me an inviting smile.

"Well. . .alright. Let me get my bag." I shot both boys a grateful smile, grabbing my duffle bag and laptop satchel from the passenger seat. I closed my car door, following Sam and Dean into their hotel room.

"Do you boys mind if I shower first?" I asked as we got inside. Both boys shook their heads, plopping down into the kitchenette chairs. I shot them a grateful smile, eager to wash off this crappy day.

Sam

"So what do you think her story is? Extreme daddy issues or extreme mommy issues?" Dean questioned, twirling the TV remote around in his hands, his feet propped up on the bed as he leaned back in the chair.

"I don't know," I said, annoyed, as I flipped the page in the book I was reading.

"Ooh! What if she's a spy that's gone rogue. Dude, that would be awesome!" Dean smiled at me.

"Dean, if she was spy do you really think she would be living in Sioux falls," I sighed, looking up from my book.

"Dammit! You're right. What if she's a widow trying to get revenge for her dead husband? I wouldn't mind being her husband right now." Dean smirked, hitting my shoulder again.

Cas was sitting quietly in the chair next to Dean, eyes wandering around the room, as he ignored our conversation. I humphed, sitting straighter as Olivia walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped neatly around her small frame.

"Man, I love her," Dean whispered. I hit him and she looked over at us smiling, clearly not having heard what Dean had just said. She grabbed some clothes from her duffle bag and walked back into the bathroom closing the door.

"She so wants me. I can see it in her eyes." Dean smirked, tossing the remote up in the air. A few short moments later she exited the bathroom in an extra large metallica t-shirt and polka-dot sleep shorts.

"So how's this whole sleeping arrangement going to work out? " She asked, drying her hair with a towel.

"You can sleep with me," Dean offered, sending her a smirk. I hit him again, clearing my throat.

"Dean or I will take the couch and you can take my bed." I got up from the table and closed my book, moving my bag over to Dean's bed.

"Honestly, you don't have to do that. It's your room."

I shot her a reassuring smile. "No, it's alright. I insist."

She shrugged her shoulders, sending the pair of us a grateful look.

"Is that Emporium by Warren Michaels?" She asked, pointing at my book as I was putting it back in my duffle.

"Yeah, have you read it?" I asked, eyebrows raised.

"Read it? I live it. That book got me through some tough times," she stated, pulling back the blankets on the bed.

"The world is full of hate and you can sit back and take it or you can do something about it kid, which will it be?" She smiled, quoting the book.

"That's my favorite quote." I smiled back.

"Dude, you can have her. She's a nerd." Dean whispered, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

I smiled to myself. There was definitely something special about Olivia.

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