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"The heart, like the stomach, wants a varied diet."- Gustave Flaubert _____________________________________________
Olivia
"I love you," I said, scanning the warehouse, and looking for a way out. I struggled against ropes binding me to the rickety old chair.
"I love you too, baby, but there's no way out Olive. Go. Save yourself." My mother's soft angelic voice echoed throughout the room. I studied her face with what little light I had peaking through the crack in the blacked out window. I sighed a breath of relief as my fingers grasped the cool hlit of my switch knife and I began cutting through the ropes.
"Yes, there is mom. If I can just break free from these ropes, then we can figure out a way to get you, dad, and Luke out of here," I said. I let out a cheer of success as the ropes finally came free, unraveling onto the floor. I raced over to my mother. I grabbed ahold of one of the chains and jiggled them trying to see if there was any way of freeing her.
"Olive, hunny there's no way. Just go, and save yourself. We will see each other again." She gave me a small smile.
"I can't just leave you," I said, pacing back and forth. I heard the door starting to unlock and I took my position back in the chair throwing the ropes over me.. Katherine waltzed into the room, a smile painted on her face.
"I'm starving, and it looks like I have more food to feast on. Mommy here doesn't taste as good as we would have liked." She smiled wickedly, wiping the blood from the corners of her mouth. She placed a hand on each of my thighs, lowering herself to meet me gaze.
"So what do you have to say for yourself?" she asked.
"Eat sulfur bitch!" I jumped up from the chair and shot her running out of the room.
I ran down the halls seeing other people chained up in cells. Their screams made my head start pounding. My vision blurred, and I held onto the wall beside me and ambled through the halls. The voices became louder and louder, until I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed at my head, sinking to the floor, as piercing screams penetrated my ears, my own shouts mixing with the ones in my head. I groaned, as Katherine strutted up to me, clearly not phased by the bullet wound. I grimaced, shutting my eyes, as her talon-like nails embedded themselves in my shoulder. Katherine began shaking me back and forth vigorously. I whimpered, peaking open my eyes only to be met with a bright light.
I bolted upright, reaching for my weapon, my eyes wide. My vision went in and out. I squinted my eyes and clutched at my head with one hand, aiming my gun with the other.
I groaned, leaning back against the headboard, and fully opened my eyes. I looked up at what was going on. Sam was standing in front of me, his eyes wide and his arms out in defense. I looked around, and noticed Dean had his gun aimed at me. I pulled my lower lip in between my teeth, looking around warily.
"Drop it!" Dean got up from his bed in the same jeans from last night.
"You drop yours first!" I screeched, my voice high, and uncertain. My eyes followed his every move, making sure not to take my eyes off of him.
"Dean. She's just scared." Sam pushed Dean's hand down, forcing him to lower his gun.
"See. . I'm putting it away," Sam said, his voice calm. He put the gun in the waistband of his jeans and, placed his hands back up in defense.
"Why don't you put the gun down? We aren't going to hurt you." Sam said softly, his eyes meeting mine.
I looked at my hands and snapped back into reality, my lower lip trembling as I dropped the gun on the bed. Sam quickly grabbed the gun, and handed it to Dean. Dean set it on the table on the opposite side of the room.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't even realize I was doing that," I whispered, looking down at my hands.
"No it's okay. I'm alright," Sam said, sitting down on the bed next to me.
"You were having a bad dream." He put a hand on my leg and I flinched under his touch. He immediately retracted his hand. I got up from the bed and put on my jeans from last night.I started walking around the room and continued hurriedly gathering my things. I knew I was probably forgetting something due to the pace I was moving.
"I'm just gonna go," I mumbled. I grabbed my duffle bag, and slung my laptop satchel over my shoulder. I cast a quick glance at both boys, their expressions lost and concerned. I shook my head, rushing out of the room and to Beth. I clenched my jaw, as Sam kept calling my name, but I didn't turn around. I threw my duffel bag into the backseat, and clambered into the driver seat. I was about to close my door when a giant hand grabbed ahold of it. Sam's face appeared in the window. We stared at the each other for a second and he opened the door fully gazing at me.
"Where are you gonna go?" He was trying to catch my eyes, but I was too busy looking down at my hands. Tears started streaming down my face and I sat up, quickly brushing them away.
"I need to go," I said starting my mustang. I wrenched the door from Sam's hand and slammed it shut. Stray tears rolled down my cheeks, and I was quick to wipe them away, as Sam's figure got further and further away from me. I had no idea where I was going to go, but I couldn't put other innocent people in danger, because of my past.
Sam
I ran outside, watching as she got into her mustang, about to close the door. I raced over to her car, and stopped the door with my hand.
"Where are you going to go?" I asked, trying to get her to look at me. She started crying, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"I need to go." She continued to sob, and closed the car door and started her mustang up, leaving me in the chilled parking lot. I walked back inside, a frown etched into my face.
Dean was pacing back and forth, a worrisome expression plastered on his face. Cas was frowning, eyebrows knitted together as he sat in the corner.
"She's gone." I shoved my hands in my pockets, heaving out a frustrated sigh.
"Fan friggin-tastic," Dean stated, throwing his hands up in the air.
"What's your problem?" I asked, plopping down in a kitchen chair, and opening up my laptop.
"Your little crush left this behind," Dean said, placing a box on the table.The box was filled with old Polaroid's of a family smiling. I picked up the pictures, flipping through them. I spotted Olivia in all of them, smiling and clutching on to a woman a man and younger boy on the other side of them, smiling.The next photo was her smiling both her hands on her pregnant belly. A man was standing behind her with his hands on belly, smiling.
"These must be momentos." I continued looking through the photos.
"Yeah. Well is this a momento too?" Dean asked placing a purple colored stone on the table. The colors glimmered brightly in the light. I picked it up, amazed at what I was seeing. Dean snatched it from my hands.
"What the hell is this thing?" he asked tone accusatory. Though I couldn't blame him. It looked like something a witch would cart around.
"It's the Stone of Resurrection," Cas said walking over to the table. His gaze was transfixed to the stone, his mouth hanging slightly agape.
"Yeah. Well, how did psycho bitch get her hands on this thing?" Dean asked, examining the stone.
"I don't know. . .but we need to find out." I pulled out my laptop, opening it and began researching the stone.
