Burning dream (Dean Winchester)

Chapter 5: Working with the Winchester's

"I tell you, in this world being a little crazy helps to keep you sane."- Zsa Zsa Gabor
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Olivia

I kept driving, the motel slowly fading away into the distance. When I felt like I was far enough away I parked my car in front of an abandoned store, and sighed, turning my car off. I reached in the back and grabbed my duffle bag, placing it in my lap. Scanning the contents, my eyes widened as something appeared to be missing. Riffling through the contents, my breathing quickened, as I realized my box was missing. I quickly relayed the events of last night in my head. I groaned, throwing my head back against the headrest. How could I be so stupid! I took the box out last night before bed, planning on looking through it later, obviously having been too tired to remember.

I sighed, carelessly chucking the duffle bag into the back seat, and punching the steering wheel with my fist. How could I be so careless? How could I forget the most important thing I have ever owned in my entire life? Now it lay in the hands of two complete strangers. I growled, irritated with my carelessness, and started up the car again, turning back around.

I barreled down the road, back towards the motel praying that Sam and Dean didn't look at the contents of the box. After what felt like the longest car ride of my life, I arrived back at the motel. I took a sharp turn into the parking lot, pulling into the first spot I could find. I clambered out of the car, and opened my trunk, grabbing my gun and sticking it the waistband of my jeans. I sighed, before slamming the trunk closed. Walking over to the rearview mirror I leaned down and glanced at my reflection. I licked my hand and ran it firmly through my hair, trying to look somewhat pulled together.

I nodded, shrugging my shoulder. This was the best it was going to get. Walking over to their motel room, I halted right outside the door. I knocked loudly, my brows furrowing as I heard a lot of shuffling going on behind the door. It opened and I came face to face with a pair of olive green eyes. They were locked on mine, at first causing me to blush and look down.

Snap out of Liv! Focus on the task at hand; the box.

"Hey! I left something here." I smiled shyly at Dean, hoping my cheery tone made it less awkward about the fact that I bolted on them only an hour ago.

"Was it a box?" Dean asked, his jaw clenched.

"Yes! Thank God you guys found it," I sighed, letting out a breath of relief.

My brows furrowed, my expression hardening as Dean's hand latched onto my bicep. I squealed as he shoved me inside the room and forced me to sit down on the bed. I gulped as he whipped out his gun, aiming it right between my eyes. I held my hands up in defense. My eyes stared at Dean unwavering, until my gaze drifted to a little wooden box sat on the table. I cursed myself, as I saw all the contents of the box displayed on the motel table.

"Care to explain this?" Dean shouted, pointing at the stone with his gun, then aiming it back at me.

"You have a computer. Why don't you look it up?" I spat, irritated with Dean's behavior.

"We know what it is. The question is: Why do you have it?" Sam intervened, crossing his arms over his chest, staring me down.

"It's complicated," I sighed, running a hand through my tangled locks.