Trading Heartbeats

Chapter 23:

"No, we're back at the motel..."

Breathe.

"Yeah, that works, just make sure yo-"

Breathe.

Inhale. Exhale. That's all Olivia could focus on as the low rumble of Dean's voice filled the small motel room. He was talking to Sam, or Cas, she couldn't be sure. Not that it really mattered at this point. Not after what had just happened. After what she'd done.

She blinked, looking down as she studied the matted down, ugly carpet of the room. Dean had promised answers, but she wasn't even sure what questions she needed to ask, where to start. She couldn't even get a grasp on the amount of emotions she was feeling at one time.

"Okay. Thanks, Sammy."

She was brought out of her thoughts by Dean ending his call with a loud sigh as he set his phone down on the table of the room's kitchenette. She eyed him as he walked to the mini-fridge and pulled out two beers and grabbed one of the chairs from the kitchen and dragged it in front of her before he sat down on it backward, his strong thighs framing the back of the chair.

He smIled weakly as he held one of the beers out to her. She hesitated but sighed softly, accepting his offer. She removed the cap and took a quick sip before settling it in her lap and picking at the label.

"Sam's at the hospital with Jamie. Everything is fine, they're giving her some fluids and then she'll be okay to go home." Dean spoke softly. Olivia nodded slowly before looking back up at him.

"Alexis?" She questioned.

"Cas got her home and said she'll be fine, that she's just a little shaken up but she'll be fine. Alexis is- " Her eyes flared as she cut him off.

"I don't need you to tell me what Alexis, my best friend, is, Dean." She snapped, suddenly filled with anger. Dean's green eyes widened as his sharp jaw snapped shut. Pushing off the bed, Olivia sighed, setting the beer down on the nearest surface.

"Dean...I just mur- " she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "...what just happened?" She asked softly. Dean cleared his throat.

"Max and Brian were werewolves." He began, the sentence still not making sense to her, "From what it sounds like one or both of them were turned not too far back and wanted to turn you, Alexis, and Jamie into werewolves too, to form a pack." He swallowed, taking a pull from his beer. Olivia nodded, Dean continued.

"Sam and I are called 'hunters', we hunt and kill monsters like werewolves and try to make sure no one gets hurt." He took a deep breath, "I know this is a lot," Olivia let out a bitter noise that resembled a laugh, "but there are a lot more monsters out there besides werewolves." She looked up at him before taking her seat at the edge of the bed again.

"Like what?" She asked. Dean lifted a brow.

"Um, vampires, ghosts, demons to name a few." Olivia's brow furrows in confusion as she tilts her head a bit.

"Demons? You're serious? Dean, that's ridiculous. If something like demons are real that would maybe mean something like angels are real and that..." she stopped at the sharp intake of breath from Dean. Her eyes widened.

"No. No, I mean... Come on..." She paused, watching Dean worry his bottom lip as he looked like he was trying to figure out what it was he wanted to say.

"They're not monsters. Mostly. Just douche bags for the most part," Dean explained tentatively. Olivia let out a shaky breath and nodded.

Okay, so monsters were real. Her friend and ex-boyfriend had been monsters. Angels and Demons were also real. Which, she connected, must mean Heaven and Hell were also real. She wasn't sure how many life-altering things she could take in less than 24 hours.