The Long Lost Winchester: The Hunt Continues

Where's Liv?

Sam's POV:
    I felt cold, trapped, and alone. I couldn't escape the force taking over me, I didn't even know what this force was, all I knew was that it was not anything good. But, how could I have been possessed? It's impossible. I had my tattoo, nothing should've been able to get in. I was very lost and confused. "Dean! Liv!" I cried, but there was no reply. 'Where are they? What's going on?' I was scared. I didn't even know who, or more importantly, what had control over my body. I had to overcome it, and fast.
After hours of trying to figure out who was inside of me, my vision and mind began to clear, I could see Cas, Crowley, and Dean standing in front of me. It was the best thing I had seen in days, I tried with everything I had to reach out to them but I simply couldn't get my mouth to move. I fought harder and harder to get to my brother, I fought until there was nothing left. Then when I thought it was the end of me Crowley appeared in front of me, "Moose, reject him. Reject the Angel," he instructed.
     "But how?" I asked as I struggled to look up at him.
     "Just tell him that you're through," Crowley told me, and then he was gone.
I concentrated on getting this Angel out of me, moments later, I woke up with Dean's hands holding my face. "D-Dean?" I coughed as I raised my head to look at him.
     "Sammy? Sam?" Dean's green eyes were wild and filled with worry.
     "Dean, It's me," I said softly.
I watched as a look of relief came over his face but I could still see a hint of worry in his eyes, "What happened?" I asked as I looked up at him.
     "Nothing Sammy. Everything's fine. You're back now," he smiled.
     "Dean, what's going on?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
     Dean's face went dark, "Y-You weren't going to make it.... I-I had to do something. I couldn't let you die... Not like that," he explained.
I nodded slowly, I almost wish he would've let me go but, I couldn't complain. Dean had done so much for me.         "Where's Liv?" I asked as I looked around the room.
     Tears filled Dean's eyes, "L-Liv's gone."
     "N-No.. D-Did I do this?" I thought that Dean was implying that she was dead, a wave of guilt came over me.
     "No," Dean said sharply, then his voice softened, "No.. Sammy.. she decided to go out on her own for awhile."
     "Dean, she's nineteen. You shouldn't have let her go out on her own," I looked up at him.
        "How was I supposed to hold her back Sam?" He replied defensively.
"I...I don't know..." I admitted as I looked around the dark warehouse, a sliver of moonlight crept through the window casting eerie shadows around the room.

Liv's POV:
I'd finally gotten approval for my art business, I was more than happy. I stared at my new studio in awe as I set my sketchbook. I sighed in relief, "No more running, no more hunting," I whispered to myself. This was it, this was my chance to prove to the world I was more than just a hunter. I eagerly gathered my paints and set up a pallet when I heard a familiar knock on the door.