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Incessant beeping and a sharp smell was all Olivia awoke to, blinding fluorescents only adding to a headache. She tried to sit up, her entire torso complaining until a gentle hand pushed her back down.
“Easy, bug, you’re alright.” A familiar voice reassured, moving to block some of the lights from her eyes.
“S-Sammy?” Her throat was dry, talking almost painful.
“Yeah, we’re…it’s alright, Liv.” He moved her hair out of her way, gently helping her sit up when she tried again, her eyes catching on a dark green something around her left arm.
As Olivia settled against the pillows behind her, a doctor walked in, clipboard in hand. “Ah, good! I see the little miss is awake. How’re you feeling?”
Olivia tried to shrug, whimpering as her chest ached more.
“Well, that’s to be expected. Your ribs are pretty heavily bruised, but luckily none of them broke. Your left arm, however, was broken in two places. Luckily, your leg is only sprained,” He motioned to the wrap she’d missed, “and should be fine in a week or two.” He looked through the clipboard papers for a moment. “The cast for your arm will have to stay on for about two months however.” He looked up at Sam. “Your father and brother are still unconscious, but you can visit them if you would like.”
“C-Can I go?” Olivia asked, voice meek.
Sam looked up at the doctor, who thought it over.
“Well, technically speaking, you could be discharged, but I doubt either of you will be leaving anytime soon.” He pointed his pen at Olivia, faux seriousness coating his voice. “So long as you tell someone if your chest hurts more than normal, and you don’t move too much.”
Olivia nodded in agreement.
“Well then, I’ll get you two a wheelchair.” The doctor nodded, scribbling something down as he left the room.
Olivia turned to Sam, who was pouring her a cup of water. “Sammy, what happen’d?”
Sam let out a sigh, helping her take a drink. “We got hit by a truck. Remember those really long trucks Dean points out sometimes?” Olivia nodded, eyes wide. “One of those hit us on the side. Dad and…and Dean got the worst of the hit, they’re still…asleep.” A nurse came in, smiling as she pushed a wheelchair to Olivia’s bedside.
Eventually settled into the chair, Sam gently pushed Olivia out of her room. “So, where to little lady?”
“Can we go see D?” Olivia carefully craned her head back to look at Sam.
“Sure thing, kiddo.” Sam nodded, guiding them both down the halls. They had to take an elevator, Sam kneeling slowly next to Olivia as the machine lurched to life. “Before we get there, I want to warn you, Dean…might look a little scary. He’s gonna have a lot of things on him, keeping him alive, but he’s gonna be just fine, got it?”
Olivia slowly nodded, twisting her fingers slowly and carefully. Sam stood again, finishing the walk to Dean’s room.
It felt extra cold in the room, though Olivia thought that was all to the hospital’s AC system. Sam hesitated in the doorway, a wave of cold air bringing goosebumps to Olivia’s exposed arms and legs. She heard Sam’s breathing kick up, as hers felt slower, thicker. She heard Sam mutter something but couldn’t make it out over her heartbeat roaring in her ears.
A doctor, different than the one Olivia had just met, walked over to the two siblings. “You’re father’s awake. You can go see him if you like.” He told them.
“Doc, what about our brother?” Sam asked him, one hand leaving the handles of Olivia’s wheelchair.
“Well, he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it’s the head trauma I’m worried about. There’s early signs of cerebral edema.” The doctor told him, trying to keep his voice down so Olivia wouldn’t hear too much.
“Well, what can we do?”
“We won’t know his full condition until he wakes up…if he wakes up, that is.”
“If?” Olivia piped up, trying to crane her neck back to look at the doctor. Sam adjusted her chair for her while the doctor tried to get his words together.
“I have to be honest, most people with this degree of injury wouldn’t have survived this long. He’s fighting very hard, but you need to have realistic expectations.”
Sam nodded along with his words, eventually thanking him for him to leave. The siblings stayed for a moment longer, eyes locked on Dean’s nearly still body before Sam gently rubbed Olivia’s shoulder.
“C’mon kid, let’s go see Dad.” He turned her chair around, leaving Dean’s body behind.
John was, in fact, awake as Sam and Olivia entered his room. “Hey, Rugrat, how’re you feeling?” John smiled at Olivia as Sam wheeled her closer to his bed.
Olivia gently shrugged. “Th-the doctor said I hurt my arm, m’leg, an-and my ribs.” Olivia pointed to each body part with her good hand.
“Well, that doesn’t sound very fun, huh? But hey,” John moved his own broken arm, “looks like we match, kiddo.”
Olivia gave a tiny giggle, John turning to Sam. “Son, hand me my wallet from that bag, would ya?”
Sam nodded, quickly digging out the old leather fold to hand it over. John, awkwardly, pulled out a card to hand back to Sam. “Here, give them my insurance.”
Sam took it, smiling as he read it. “Elroy McGillicutty?”
“And his three loving children.” John smiled back with a nod. “Any news on how Dean’s doing?”
Sam relayed the information the two had just heard with a shake of his head. “Look, the doctors won’t do anything, then we’ll have to, that’s all. I don’t know, I’ll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him.” He tacked on after.
“We’ll look for someone.” John reassured him.
“Yeah!” Olivia nodded.
“But, kids, I don’t know if we’re gonna find anyone.” John admitted.
“Why not? I found that faith healer before.” Sam pointed out.
“All right, that was…that was one in a million.” John sighed.
“An’ he was fake.” Olivia mumbled.
“So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our…” Sam stopped with a glance at Olivia.
“No, I said we’d look. All right? I’ll check under every stone.” John reassured them both. “…where’s the Colt?” He asked them suddenly.
“…your son could be dying, and you’re worried about the Colt?” Sam asked, aghast.
“We’re hunting this demon, and maybe it’s hunting us too. That gun may be our only card.” John pointed out.
“It’s in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83.”
“All right. You’ve gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what’s inside.”
“I already called Bobby. He’s like an hour out, he’s gonna tow the Impala back to his place.” Sam nodded.
“All right. You, you go meet up with Bobby. You get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security.” John pointed at Sam.
“I think I’ve got it covered.” Sam half-rolled his eyes, moving to leave.
“Hey, here.” John stopped him, picking up a sheet of paper. “I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me.”
Sam scanned the paper. “Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What’s this stuff for?”
“Protection.”
Sam nodded, pausing before going to leave again. “Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?” He asked, hopeful.
“No, I don’t.” John shook his head.
Sam nodded, stepping to Olivia’s side. “You gonna be okay?” He checked. Waiting for a nod, he copied it, standing with a kiss and a ruffle of her hair as he left.
A doctor walked in less than a minute later, yet another clipboard in hand. “Ah, good! I was hoping you two would be here. Your son is…?”
“He left to meet with a friend of ours to tow the car.” John explained.
“Ah, well, did you want the results back now?”
“Results?” Olivia asked, turning to her dad.
“Before you and Sammy got here, I asked if they’d run a few tests on you. Dean mentioned a few things I…wanted to make sure of.” John nodded.
“Well, it appears you were fairly close, sir. So far, we have found the proper genetic markers for slight hypermetabolism and slight hypoglycemia. We’re running more tests now to be sure, however.” The doctor read off from the papers on his clipboard. “In short, little lady, your blood sugar seems to be low and you seem to digest food very quickly.”
“So, what does that mean for us?” John asked.
“I have a nurse compiling some information for you now, that should be done within the hour. It’ll probably explain better than I could, if I’m honest.” The doctor smirked.
“Alright, thanks doc.” John told the man as he left. He turned back to Olivia. “Well, that’s somethin’, huh?”
Hours passed before Sam got back, and far too many questions answered to the best of the doctor’s ability in regard to Olivia’s new whatevers. Sam stalked into the room, knuckles white around the duffel bag strap, the bag tossed over his shoulder.
“Sammy!” Olivia greeted.
“You’re quiet.” John noted.
Sam, fuming, turned to hurl the bag onto the end of the bed with a crash, narrowly missing John’s feet. Olivia jumped, wincing at the harsh motion to her ribs.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Sam asked John, glaring.
“What are you talking about?” John retorted.
“That stuff from Bobby, you don’t use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one. You’re planning on bringing the demon here, aren’t you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!”
“I have a plan, Sam.”
“That’s exactly my point! Dean is dying, and you have a plan!” You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!”
“Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean!” John yelled, sitting up more.
How? How is revenge going to help him? You’re not thinking about anybody but yourself, it’s the same selfish obsession!” Sam roared.
Olivia shifted in her wheelchair, uncomfortable as the tensions rose. She wished, more than before, that Dean was okay and here with her to stop the fighting.
“You know, it’s funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you’d killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened.” John fumed.
“It was possessing you, Dad, I would have killed you too.”
“Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now.”
“Go to hell.”
“I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew it was wrong –”
A glass of water suddenly flew across the room, bouncing off of the wall onto the floor. Sam, John, and Olivia looked between each other, the fight instantly over as their minds spun.
Doctors and nurses started running by the room, down the hall.
“Something’s going on out there.” John muttered, jerking his head for Sam to go investigate.
“I wanna go!” Olivia insisted, pouting at the two men before John gave in, waving the two out.
Sam pushed Olivia down the hallway, getting to Dean’s room and hovering in the doorway as doctors and nurses surrounded Dean’s body, the monitors beeping; some rapidly, some with just a single, flat tone.
“Sammy?” Olivia asked, Sam holding her in her chair as nurses called out ‘no pulse’. They charged defibrillators, still getting nothing.
“I said get back!” Olivia heard, Dean’s voice quiet and sounding far away. She looked up at Sam, who was blinking slowly, confused.
“We have a pulse. We’re back into sinus rhythm.” A nurse declared, the monitors quieting. Sam sighed in relief, pulling Olivia back a step, out of the way of the door.
“Don’t worry, you two. I’m not going anywhere. I’m getting that thing before it gets me. It’s some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it.” Came Dean’s voice again, quieter and farther away than before, but still Dean.
“What do you mean, you felt something?” John asked the two, back in his room.
“I mean it felt like, like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eyeshot or something. I don’t know if it’s my psychic thing or what, it…but do you think it’s even possible? I mean, do you think his spirit could be around?”
“Anything’s possible.” John shrugged. He turned to Olivia. “But you said you heard him?”
“Kinda? It was real quiet, but…but it sounded like D.” Olivia nodded, fiddling with her fingers.
“…well, there’s one way to find out.” Sam muttered, moving toward the door.
“Where are you going?” John asked.
“I gotta pick something up. I’ll be back.”
“Wait, Sam. I promise I won’t hunt this demon. Not until we know Dean’s okay.” John promised the two.
“Sammy, ca-can I go sit with D?” Olivia asked, the two men looking between each other before John nodded.
“Yeah, o’ course, Peanut.” John told her.
Sam walked her down to Dean’s room, setting her up with the few things of hers he’d managed to dig out of the car before coming back. “Okay, alright. You’re good to stay here ‘till I get back?” Sam slowly kneeled next to Olivia, sat directly next to Dean’s bed, the small table attached to it swung to her.
Olivia nodded, cheeks puffed in seriousness.
“Alright, and you know to ask a nurse or somebody if you wanna go see Dad, right?”
“Duh, Sammy. Can’t go alone.” Olivia huffed.
Sam huffed a laugh, ruffling her hair as he stood.
“Right, obviously. Okay, I’ll be back in a bit, munchkin.”
Sam left the room, leaving Olivia with the monotonous beeping machines keeping Dean alive. She spent the time working on the (albeit slightly damaged) workbook, nearing the end of it.
The sun had gone down by the time Sam returned, a brown paper bag clutched in his arms.
“Sammy, what’s that?” She asked, long done with the problems and questions inside the book.
“Something that should help us talk to Dean.” He reassured, looking around the rest of the near empty room. “Hey, Dean? I think maybe you’re around. And if you are, don’t make fun of me for this, but um, well, there’s one way we can talk.” Sam opened the bag, pulling out a box labeled “Mystical Talking Board”. He circled around the bed, sitting cross legged on the floor as he opened the box and pulled the board out. Placing the piece on the board, he put two fingers on it.
Olivia watched from her chair, eyes wide.
“Dean? Dean, are you here?” Sam asked, the room silent as the two awake siblings waited with bated breath.
Olivia watched the pointed move, sliding to ‘YES’. The two gasped.
“It’s good to hear from you, man. It hasn’t been the same without you, Dean.” Sam laughed in relief.
The pointer began moving again, Sam furrowing his brow as he made the word in his head.
“Dean, what? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?”
The pointer slid back to ‘YES’.
“It’s in the hospital, what you’re hunting? Do, do you know what it is?” Sam rambled. “What is it?”
The pointer moved again, sliding across the letters.
“A reaper. Dean…is it after you?”
‘YES’.
“If it’s here naturally, there’s no way to stop it.” Sam muttered, mainly to himself. “Man, you’re, um…” Sam trailed off, biting his lip.
“Sammy?” Olivia asked.
Sam looked to her, taking a sharp breath. “No. No, no, no, um, there’s gotta be a way.” Sam stood suddenly, bouncing on his feet. “There’s gotta be a way. Dad’ll know what to do.” Sam muttered, hurrying out of the room.
Olivia watched him go, fiddling with her hospital gown. “…Dean? A-Are you gon’ be okay?” She asked, her voice quiet, barely audible even to herself.
The pointer on the board didn’t move for a minute, before slowly sliding back to the ‘YES’.
And that was good enough for her. For the moment, at least.
Sam returned quickly, John’s journal in hand. He perched on the end of the bed, giving Olivia a reassuring smile. “Hey, so Dad wasn’t in his room. But I got his journal, so who knows? Maybe there’s something here.” He trailed off, flipping through pages.
“Sammy, Dad’s okay, right?” Olivia worried, trying to both peer over his arm at the book and at his face at the same time.
“I’m sure he’s fine, Liv. Just…I hope he isn’t being stupid, is all.” Sam reassured her with a ruffle of her hair. Turning back to the journal, he found a page on Reapers and read over the information John had, Olivia trying to help.
There wasn’t really anything in the book, unfortunately, that could help their current situation. Sam gave up, standing to pace by the windows for a while with his hands in his pockets. After a long while, he paused, looking around the room.
Olivia, drained from the long day, was half asleep in her wheelchair, barely listening, though she kept a tight grip on Dean’s hand.
“Dean, are you here?” He asked, keeping his voice quiet. “I couldn’t find anything in the book. I don’t know how to help you. But I’ll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on you can’t, you can’t leave us here alone with Dad. We’ll kill each other, you know that.” He tried to joke, but his throat tightened at the thought. “…Dean, you gotta hold on. You can’t go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?”
He got no response, and he sighed. Slowly moving to a cabinet in the room, he tucked a spare blanket around Olivia, now almost completely asleep in the chair. Normally, he would have moved her to a more comfortable position or place, but he knew she would refuse to leave Dean, especially now. He took a seat on the edge of the bed again, lost in his own thoughts as his eyes caught on Olivia’s tiny hand wrapped around Dean’s hand, grip still tight in her mostly unconscious state.
With no idea how much time had passed, Sam startled as Dean gasped, suddenly awake and choking on the breathing tube in his throat. Olivia jumped awake as well, ignoring the pain in her ribs at the motion.
“Dean?” Sam asked, quickly turning to the hallway. “Help! I need help!”
Nurses quickly arrived, ushering the two siblings to the hall as they, and a few doctors, checked over Dean and removed the breathing tube.
The sun had risen by the time they were allowed back into his room, the man quickly grinning to dispel any worry. A doctor quickly returned, chart in hand, to talk to the siblings.
“I can’t explain it. The edema’s vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you.” He crowed, shaking his head.
“Thanks, doc.” Dean told the man, who shortly left. Dean turned to Sam and Olivia, on his other side. “So, you two said a Reaper was after me?”
“Uh huh!” Olivia nodded.
“How’d I ditch it?”
“You got me. Dean…you really don’t remember anything?” Sam asked him.
“No. Except this pit in my stomach…Sammy, something’s wrong.” Dean shook his head.
A knock at the door had everyone turning to look at John, suddenly reappeared after hours, hovering in the doorway.
“How you feeling, dude?” He asked Dean, with a small smile.
“Fine, I guess. I’m alive.” Dean shrugged.
“That’s what matters.”
“Where were you last night?” Sam demanded, suddenly furious.
“I had some things to take care of.”
“Well, that’s specific.”
“Come on, Sam.” Dean muttered.
“Did you go after the demon?” Sam ignored him, staring steadfastly at John.
“No.”
“You know, why don’t I believe you right now?”
“Can we not fight?” John’s voice shifted, now pleading rather than defensive. “You know, half the time we’re fighting, I don’t know what we’re fighting about. We’re just butting heads. Sammy, I…I’ve made some mistakes. But I’ve always done the best I could. I just don’t want to fight anymore, okay?”
All three siblings looked at John, shocked.
“Dad, are you all right?” Dean asked him.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m just a little tired. Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?” John asked Sam.
“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” Sam nodded, leaving the room with a frown.
John watched him leave, face oddly sad.
“Daddy?” Olivia asked, her voice quiet, unsure.
“What is it?” Dean asked him.
“…you know, when you were a kid, Dean, I’d come home from a hunt, and after what I’d seen, I’d be…I’d be wrecked. And you, you’d come up to me and you, you’d put your hand on my shoulder and you’d look me in the eye and you’d…you’d say, ‘it’s okay, Dad’.” John hesitated, thinking back. “…Dean, I’m sorry.”
“What?” Dean startled.
“You shouldn’t have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me, now you’re takin’ care of Livvy. You did that, and you didn’t complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you.”
“This really you talking?” Dean half-joked, unsure what else to say.
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s really me.” John nodded, letting out a half-laugh.
“Why are you saying this stuff?” Dean asked.
John stepped closer, putting a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “I want you to watch out for your siblings, okay?”
“Yeah, dad, you know I will. You’re scaring me.”
“Don’t be scared, Dean.” John shook his head, leaning over to whisper something in Dean’s ear. It was too quiet for Olivia to hear, but whatever it was had Dean reeling. John just turned to Olivia, slowly taking a knee in front of her, still in a wheelchair. “Peanut, I want you to promise me you’ll keep your brothers outta trouble. Sometimes it seems like you’ve got the best head on your shoulders.”
Olivia slowly nodded, no idea what else to do.
John smiled, ruffling her hair. He stood, pressing a kiss to her hair. “My little tricky girl.” He mumbled, leaving the room.
Olivia turned to look at Dean, still reeling from whatever John had told him. “D?” She asked.
Dean just shook his head, taking a breath. “I’m fine, bub. Just…thinking.” He reassured her.
Barely five minutes passed, Sam came tearing down the hallway, skidding to a stop in the door. “It’s Dad.” Was all he said.
Dean insisted on getting up, Sam helping him down the hallway, Dean pushing Olivia in front of him, since she refused, once again, to be left behind.
In a random hospital room, John lay on the floor, unresponsive, a crowd of doctors and nurses attempting resuscitation on him. The siblings hovered in the doorway, a nurse trying to push them all out.
“No, no, no, it’s our dad. It’s our dad!” he insisted, the nurse giving up. “Come on.” He pleaded with their unmoving father.
“Okay, stop compressions.” A doctor called.
“Come on, come on.” Dean repeated, under his breath.
“Still no pulse.” A nurse reported.
“Okay, that’s it everybody. I’ll call it. Time of death: 10:41 A.M.”
The three had a hunter’s funeral for John, his body quickly burning on a pyre they made, the only light they had in the dark night. Sam and Dean each had a hand in their pockets, the other each holding one of Olivia’s, standing between them.
She’d wanted to stand for a bit, tired of doing nothing but sitting uselessly in the hospital hours before. She ignored her leg aching, eyes steadfast and watering as she stared at the bright flames.
On her sides, Sam was also near tears and fidgeting. Dean remained almost motionless, staring at the fire silently.
“Before he…before, did he say anything to you? About anything?” Sam asked Dean, hoping for anything.
“No. Nothing.” Dean lied, which Olivia ignored for the time being.
Once John’s body was nothing but ashes, the three headed to Bobby’s, who offered to let them stay while Dean fixed the Impala, if he could.
They spent a week there, doing nothing but fixing the car and reading up on lore. Sam, and his own and Bobby’s insistence, started Olivia up with an online schooling program, which they had her working on for hours each day.
If she wasn’t outside with Dean and the Impala, she was at Bobby’s kitchen table, tearing through the kindergarten lessons.
One day, a week into their stay, Olivia was sat outside with the laptop, working on class things, while Dean was under the body of the car, hard at work each in their own right. Dean had made good progress in the past few days; it looked considerably less crunchy than right after the accident.
Footsteps neared and Olivia looked up to smile at Sam.
“How’s the car coming along?” He asked Dean, still under the car.
“Slow.” Was Dean’s terse response.
“Yeah? Need any help?” Sam offered.
Something heavy dropped under the car. “What, you under a hood? I’ll pass.” Dean said, a poor excuse for a joke.
“Need anything else, then?” Sam tried.
Dean slid out from under the car, standing. “Stop it, Sam.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I’m okay. I’m okay. Really, I promise.” Dean ranted, wiping his hands dry with a nearby rag.
“All right, Dean, it’s just…we’ve been at Bobby’s for over a week now and you haven’t brought up Dad once.”
“You know what? You’re right. Come here. I’m gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance.”
“Don’t patronize me, Dean, Dad is dead. The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and you’re acting like nothing happened.” Sam ranted.
Olivia shifted in her chair, uncomfortable at the mention of John.
“What do you want me to say?” Dean asked Sam.
“Say something, all right? Hell, say anything! Aren’t you angry? Don’t you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car.”
“Revenge, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Sounds good. You got any leads on where the demon is? Making heads or tails of any of Dad's research? Because I sure ain't. But you know if we do finally find it - oh. No, wait, like you said. The Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got nothing, Sam. Nothing, okay? So, you know the only thing I can do? Is I can work on the car.” Dean ranted, crouching to get back to work.
“Well, we’ve got something, all right?” Sam pulled out a cell phone. “It’s what I came by here to tell you. This is one of Dad’s old phones. Took me a while, but I cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this.” He handed the phone to Dean, who stood to take it reluctantly.
“John, it’s Ellen. Again. Look, don’t be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me.”
“That message is four months old.” Sam told the two after it ended.
“Dad saved that chick’s message for four months?” Dean asked.
“Yeah.”
“Well, who’s Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad’s journal?”
“No, but I ran a trace on her phone number, and I got an address.”
“Alright, go ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars.” Dean nodded, handing the phone back. Sam left to go find Bobby, and Dean stepped over to Olivia. “Okay, Princess, normally we’d take you with, but you’re still hurt kinda bad.”
“But-!”
“Ah-ah, no arguing, not this time, bub.” Dean cut her off. “We’re just gonna be gone for a day or two, just to see who this Ellen lady is. We’ll be back quick as we can, I promise.”
“Yeah?” Olivia pouted.
“Course. Can’t leave our Princess and Baby behind, can we?” He joked, hiking Olivia up to go back to Bobby’s house.
After a little more whining, Sam and Dean left in a minivan Bobby had, since it was the only running car available. They swore to call when they could, to share any information they got.
“Don’t you worry, kid, they’ll be just fine.” Bobby reassured her, scouring his cabinets for kid-appropriate food. “…how d’you feel about mac-n-cheese for dinner?”
For the several days Sam and Dean were off meeting Ellen, and ending up on a hunt for something called a Rakshasa, Olivia stuck with Bobby, getting through more schoolwork, and some hunting lessons on the side as her leg and ribs healed more, though her arm would still be in the cast for weeks yet.
‘Hunting Lessons’ really just meant Bobby quizzing Olivia on signs of different monsters and how to take them down, only in necessary scenarios, though the information could mean life-or-death.
And Bobby, armed with paperwork from the hospital, tried his best to help Olivia with the new disorders she seemed to have, though Google and the internet were his main weapons for that. Lots more Pediasure and more sugary drinks, teamed with protein and carbohydrates seemed a good start.
Five days passed before Sam and Dean returned, Olivia greeting both with leaping hugs, tightly grasping their jackets. After much complaining at their prolonged disappearance, she insisted on knowing every detail of the hunt, and everything she’d missed with meeting Ellen, as well as her daughter, Jo, and friend, Ash.
Olivia went back to sticking closer to her brothers, sitting outside with Dean again one day as he worked on the Impala, Sam pacing nearby.
“You were right.” Sam suddenly piped up.
“About what?” Dean asked him.
“About me and Dad. I’m sorry that the last time I was with him I tried to pick a fight. I’m sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know he died thinking that I hate him. So, you’re right. What I’m doing right now, it’s too little, too late.” Sam’s lips trembled, Olivia’s not far behind. “…I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I’m not all right. Not at all.” Sam’s eyes watered. “But neither are you. That much I know.” He paused again. “I’ll let you get back to work.” He hesitated, walking over to Olivia. “C’mon Liv, let’s see what Bobby has for lunch.” He picked her up, carrying her away to the house.
The two heard loud crashing and banging as they left, Olivia barely seeing Dean, with a crowbar in hand, attacking a random junker car before going after the Impala. He stopped, Olivia just catching him looking after them as Sam turned a corner and she lost sight of him.