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Olivia was barely two and a half when her mother disappeared. No leads, no clues, no nothing. Except a call to her father that she needed him to take care of Olivia.
John Winchester and his son Dean took custody of Olivia, not in the most legal way, but when did they ever? With Sam having left not long ago, the backseat was wide open for the necessities they now needed.
Olivia went all over the United States with them, seeing mountains, plains, and countless cities from the backseat window of her dad's '67 Impala.
Two years go by and John doesn't come back from a solo hunt. Three weeks with no contact and Dean packs the two up, tearing down streets to a small apartment complex, allegedly where Sam has been living.
Dean turns off the car, turning back to the half-asleep bundle in the backseat, Olivia wrapped up in a blanket Dean splurged on her first Christmas with them.
"Okay, I'm gonna go get Sammy, you stay here, don't open the door for anyone else, got it?"
"U'less they know the safe word, right?" Olivia slurred her words, fighting back yawns.
Dean smirked, unbuckling his seatbelt and pocketing the keys. "Exactly kiddo, and what's the safe word?"
"Mu'fu'r," Olivia answered, with the grin every kid has when they're told they can curse.
"That's right, now, stay here, and stay quiet. If you see anyone, what do you do?"
"Hide."
"You got it, kid." Dean carefully shut the drivers door, sneaking up to Sam's apartment.
Sam followed Dean down to the car, arguing about John's whereabouts.
"Dean, he does this all the time. He always leaves and he always comes back!"
"Not without contacting us for this long." Dean retorted, opening the trunk and showing Sam the newspaper clippings they'd collected about the hunt John had disappeared for.
"Dean..." Sam trailed off, eyes catching something in the backseat. "Dean, why do you have a pink blanket in the car?"
"Oh, right, you two haven't actually met yet." Dean slid to the side of the car, knocking on the window before unlocking and opening the door.
"Safe!" Olivia demanded.
"Motherfucker, now come here and meet somebody." Dean reached in to help Olivia with her seat belt and help her out of the car. "Olivia, this is Sammy. Sam, meet our baby sister Olivia."
Sam just stared at the tiny human who craned her head up to see him.
"You're a lot taller that your pictures." Olivia muttered, bending back to try and see his face.
Sam turned back to Dean, wide eyed and slack-jawed. "Uh, what?"
"Turns out the chick dad shacked up with, bout six years ago? She had a kid, ditched Olivia just after you left."
"Is Sammy gonna help us find Dad?" Olivia asked Dean, insistently tugging on the hem of his jacket.
Dean turned to Sam, eyebrow raised.
In less than twenty minutes, the three were back on the road headed to Jericho, California.