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❪ 16 ／ trenchcoat for your thoughts? ❫
━━━━ ❛ i owe you a chicken dinner! ❜
volume 1 , season 6

Olive stopped trying for a relationship with Sam after the Fairies case, which surprised Dean; and pissed him off greatly. Olive wasn't the type to just give up on making friends. In fact, when it came to her, the idea of giving up on anyone was nonexistent in her little brain. No matter how annoying, evil, or even downright villainous someone could be; there was Olive, offering them flowers or a fun fact about grass. Even Crowley had a soft spot for her, and he was as villainous as it got for the Winchesters right about now. 

The idea of his brother, of all people, stomping that out of Olive made Dean want to drag Sam back to the Pit himself.

She stopped drawing Sam pictures, stopped giving him flowers, or just trying to talk to him in general if she could help it. At this point, Olive knew there was no point in trying, Sam just wasn't the same person she learned about in Dean's stories and there was no point in hanging on to false hope. 

Sam didn't feel an ounce of guilt for it, of course he didn't. If anything, he was relieved he didn't have to hear her babble twenty-four-seven about things he didn't care about.

Which was why the car ride to Crowley's drop-point was so silent, the three Winchester's not bothering to speak to each other as their latest monster thrashed in the trunk. 

Olive sat in the backseat, her eyes straying on the scenery as her eyes began to droop. Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, glancing back at her once in a while as Sam cleaned the blood from his knife.

They pull into the drop point; glaring at demons standing in front of a black vans blocking the rest of the path. Olive shuttered. Demons were her least favorite creatures on the planet; all for personal reasons. Crowley wasn't as scary as the rest of them, but it wasn't because he was nice, Olive just found him nowhere near as intimidating as he wanted people to think he was.

"Come on." Dean mutters as the Impala comes to a stop. Olive slides out of the backseat, instantly grabs at his hand, he gives a gentle squeeze in response. Sam rounds the corner, holding the monster up.

"You're late." The demon notes.

"Traffic was a bitch." Dean replied sarcastically.

Sam throws over the monster, who the goons catch easily. "One Rougarou." He announced.

Dean looks around. "Where's Crowley?"

"Banging a Hooker in a sweet spot called none of your business." The demon responds.

Dean forces a laugh. "Oh! Look, Sam, a demon tryna be funny."

"Oh, is that what just happened?" Sam asked bluntly.

"Night, girls." The demon turns back towards his van.

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold up." Dean signals. "Are we ever gonna see Crowley again, or is he just gonna keep sending his demon extras to pick up his laundry?"

"I'm sorry. I know you're speaking." The demon says. "I see your lips moving, but I can't understand what you're saying because I don't speak little bitch." He snaps, eyes flashing black. Sam and Dean are stunned into silence as Olive huffed in dislike.

"Yeah? W-Well, we can't hear you over your stinky butt!" Olive yells back, seeming to be the only Winchester able to form a sentence.

Dean nods once, his face screwed up at Olive's version of a 'clapback' before giving her a sly low-five. 

When the Demon turned his back with an eyeroll; Olive raised her hand, a familiar warmth fueling her body as she aimed for him, but without even looking in her direction, both Sam and Dean push her hand down with a sigh. They watched as the demons drive away with yet another monster they've hunted this week.

"Remember when we used to gank demons?" Dean asked rhetorically.

•••

     Olive walks into their newest hideout behind Sam and Dean, closing the barn door behind her as she listened to her father continuously rant about the events that unfolded a few hours prior.

"Look, Man, screw it. I'm done." Dean states.

Sam sighs. "Calm down."

"We've been going on these frigging Crowley runs and it's not getting us anywhere." Dean huffs.

"Dean—"

"I mean, the only thing that's really changed, is now I need a daily shower!" He throws his hands in the air.

Olive scrunches her face, clueless but still disturbed. "You didn't shower every day before? Why do you make me do it then!" She throws her arms up.

"Okay, you're right. Let's go with plan B." Sam says calmly. "Oh yeah, we don't have one." He states. "So, until we do, sorry dude. Stock up on Soap on a Rope." Dean chuckles bitterly. "Dean, if you wanna get my soul back, that's what we gotta do, okay?"

"Do you even want it back?"

Sam clenched his jaw. "I'm working for Crowley, aren't I?"

Dean turns his back to them, making a beeline straight for the bottle on the counter. 

Olive feels a dark presence behind her and before she could even turn around, a cold feminine hand claps over her mouth, pulling her back into the other room while another man drags in an unconscious Sam.

"Don't scream." Says the female voice in a humorous manner. Olive is then pressed against a wall get a good look at her capturer. A woman with wavy black hair and a round face. Her beauty was the only thing nice about her. The deep black void in her eyes was what made Olive panic.

"So, I guess the moments over. Is that what you're saying?" She hears Dean in the other room. "Sam? Olive?"

She wanted to yell for him, but the woman gave her a look of warning. Dean enters the back room, passing Olive's spot on the other side of the wall. He looks down at Sam's body with panic, "Ol–?" He doesn't get the word out before a demon comes out from behind and whacks him in the head, sending Dean to the ground.

Olive screams, her eyes stinging with tears, rushing to her father's unconscious body. 

The woman didn't bother to stop her, motioning for her goons to tie up the brothers. "Well, aren't you the cutest thing." She coos. "I've heard so much about you."

Olive sniffles. "Yeah? Well, I know nothing about you! Who are you?"

She smiles. "They don't talk about me? What a shame." She tilts her head, eyes black. "I'm Meg, what's your name, Princess?"

Olive narrows her eyes. "Olive Winchester." She states.

Meg smirks. "Yeah oh-kay." She jerks her head at one of her men. "Take her into the back room, me and the boys have some catching up to do."

Olive doesn't bother to fight back when one of the demons grab her arm more roughly than he should've. She just continues to glare at Meg, who grinned happily at the child's fire. The last thing Olive sees before she's thrown into the next room was a single wave from Meg.

Dean is the first to wake up, pulling at the ropes that bounded him to a chair across from his brother. A deep panic began to settle in when Sam was the only other person in the room. Where was Olive? Did they finally find her and take her away? Sam wakes up moments later, groggily opening his eyes.

"What now?" Dean asked.

Sam's eyes shift behind him. "I think I know who you can ask." He clenches his jaw.

Dean turns at the sound of footsteps, barely catching a glimpse of her raven hair before scoffing. "Evil bitch."

"Keep sweet talking me. This could go a whole new direction." She drawls.

Dean smacks his lips together in annoyance. "Meg. I've been just dying to see you again."

"Well, here I am big boy." She grins. "So, what should we do now?"

"You can start by telling me where my daughter is." Dean states, a type of murder in his eyes that would make most people and monsters shiver, Meg didn't seem to care much.

"Mhm. I think I'll keep the Princess for myself, thanks." She responds.

He goes livid. "Okay, then how about I rip you to shreds?"

"Kinky. I like." She speaks. "But a little Q and A first, if you don't mind. Now, where's your boss?"

"Where's my daughter, bitch?" Dean ignores her question.

Sam scoffs. "You think we work for somebody?"

"I happen to know for a fact you've been juggling Crowley's orphans." She drawls. "Now where is he?"

"Don't know, don't care." Sam responds.

"But you've been working his beat for months."

"Doesn't mean we get face time." Sam states. The demons share a look which Sam catches instantly.

Meg then turns to Dean, sitting on his lap just to make him uncomfortable. "Where does he take all those things you snatch up for him? I bet you an all-day sucker that's where His Majesty's holed up." 

Dean doesn't respond. Meg sighs.

"Dean's not gonna talk unless he sees that Olive is okay." Sam states, looking towards his brother in confrontation.

Meg doesn't take her eyes off Dean. "Is that so? You know, you throw that term daughter around so easily, considering she isn't yours." She motions for one of her demons. "Go get the little Princess for me."

The bald one nods, walking into the other room. He returns second later with a perfectly fine six-year-old, her hands bagged and tied in front of her and her head covered with cloth. Olive thrashed in the Demon's hands, kicking and grunting out with each step.

"Let me go, Ugly!" Olive yells, thrashing more.

Dean let a quick sigh of relief, which made Meg smirk. "See, she's perfectly fine." She states. "Isn't that right, Princess? Had to do extra precautions though, who knows what those little magic hands do."

"You okay, O?" He asked softly. 

Olive manages a nod, looking towards the sound of his voice. "M'okay, Dad." 

Meg rolls her eyes. "Oh-kay, foreplay officially over. Satisfy me or I pleasure myself." She drawls.

Sam starts to laugh, causing Dean to glare. "Something funny, Sam?" He says in warning.

"Yeah. Meg." He states.

"Really because from where I'm sitting—"

"Don't worry, she can't do jack squat." Sam mocks. Meg faltered noticeably. "She's totally screwed."

Dean clenches his jaw. "Sam, not helping." He exclaimed.

"Look at her, Dean. She's furious." He responds. "If she wanted to kill you, she'd done it by now. She's running."

"Am I?" She says through clenched teeth.

Olive lifts up her bagged hands and slowly pushing off the cloth on her head. She's standing in the corner of the room, instantly looking to Dean, who was already looking at her, a sadness in his eyes as he continued to realize the kinds of situations he puts her in. Olive was definitely going to have nightmares this week.

"Judging by the level of flop sweat all over you, yeah." Sam deducted. "Which means you're on the run from Crowley, which makes sense. Crowley would wanna hunt down all the Lucifer loyalists now that he's big man on campus."

"How would you know?" She challenged.

Sam shrugged. "It's what I'd do." He looks at Dean reassuringly. "She can't kill us. She needs us to get to Crowley, so she can stick a knife in his neck. It's him or her."

"Well then," Dean says, looking at Meg smugly. "I hope you both lose but good luck." He says sarcastically.

Meg clenched her jaw in hatred. Olive watched the scene unfold nervously, waiting for the right time where she could help, or if all things go sideways, to run.

"So, you know what you gotta do now, right?" Sam asked.

"Let me guess, you're gonna tell me." She bites back.

"Work with us." He suggests.

Both Dean and Olive's eyes widen in surprise. "Whoa, what?" He asked just as Olive shook her head wildly.

Sam gives him a look before staring intently at Meg. "We'll give you Crowley with a bow on one condition. We go with you, and you help us shake a little something out of him before you hack him to bits."

Meg narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"Doesn't matter. Question is, can you get us what we need?" Sam asked.

"I apprenticed under Alastair in Hell, just like your brother." She turns to Dean. "So, Dean, can I make Crowley do whatever I want?"

Dean looks up at her, face hard as he replayed all of the things he wanted to kill her with in his mind. "Yeah." He forced out. "She can."

"It's a deal then!" Meg laughed. "Hugs and puppies all around. You want a puppy, Princess?" She looks at Olive, who shifts uncomfortably.

"Don't talk to her." Dean snaps.

She tsked. "Touchy, touchy."

"Are you gonna untie us now?"

Meg gives Dean a suggestive look. "Oh please, don't pretend that you didn't enjoy it." She doesn't untie them, giving Olive a small wink and undoing her knots before making her way towards the door.

One Demon stopped right beside Dean, not saying a word as he stared at him. Dean did a double take in his direction. "You gonna kiss me?" He asked. 

Its face was still emotionless but a look of disgusted flashed across his face before following Meg out the door.

They all let out a collective sigh when the door was closed, looking between each other tiredly.

Olive rushes to untie them. She starts with her dad, of course. When Dean was free, she throws herself into him for a hug. Dean rubs her back in comfort, closing his eyes to savor the moment as he pressed his head into her neck and squeezed.

"You gonna untie me now?" Sam asked in annoyance, "Since I saved all of our asses?" 

"I'll think about it." Dean mutters.

-

"You sure you're okay?" Dean asked for the third time as he rubbed Olive's wrist with baby oil, glaring at the rope burns that Olive didn't seem to care much about.

She nods. "I'm okay. . .are you okay?"

He hesitates. "Hate demons." He mutters.

Olive sighs, rubbing her eye. "Yeah, me too."

Sam walks passed them, into the main room with a bag. Dean stands up from the bed, annoyed. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what are you doing." Dean bellows.

Sam scoffs. "Dean, you wanted to screw over Crowley. Merry Christmas." He shrugs on his jacket, looking at his brother who stared at him in disbelief. "What?"

"You wanna work for a demon again?!"

"We're working with demons now. I'm doing this because I want it to stop."

"She killed Hellen and Jo."

Sam sighed. "I know. But you can't look at this emotionally, Dean."

"Easy for you to say, you don't look at anything emotionally." Olive pipes up, crossing her arms. 

Sam glares at her, "We need her."

"To hell we do!" Dean snaps. "That bitch is gonna screw us over so fast—"

"Of course, which is why we'll screw her first." Sam states. "Meg and her little posse are dead the second we're done with them."

Dean scoffs. "Yeah, if they don't kill us."

"Oh, they won't. Because we're bring two bags of insurance." He looks to Olive, who perks up at the look.

"You want me to use my powers?"

"Yes." Sam nods. He then turns to Dean. "I'll go get Castiel."

Dean scoffs. "Good luck, he won't come."

Sam was already making his way towards the front door. "We'll see about that." He grumbled.

The door slams closed, causing Olive to wince at the sound. Dean gives her a reassuring smile.

"You don't have to use your powers, O." Dean tells her.

Sam comes back into the barn an hour later with an annoyed Castiel in toe. 

Olive smiles genuinely at the angel, who gave a half smile in return. Dean walks into the main room from the kitchen, a look of surprise on his face.

"You actually showed." He mutters. "Wow, Sam, I owe you a chicken dinner. What happened?"

Sam smiles, but Olive thought it was pretty creepy. "No biggie. This is what friends do for each other, right Cas?"

The Angel rolled his eyes.

Not long after that, the Winchester's stand around Castiel, who was busy preforming a spell over a large map.

 He lights the bowl, a deep frown on his face when nothing happened. "It's not working. Crowley's hidden from me."

Dean sighs. "Well, looks like we're gonna have to try this the hard way."

Olive punched a fist into her other hand, "We're gonna mess some people up!" 

-

The hard way wasn't what Olive thought it would be, Castiel had flown them all the way to Samuel's study where the four of them quietly ransacked the place for anything Crowley related. 

Olive was looking through his dressers, remembering the time she saw Samuel stuff a piece of paper in there when they barged into the room. She frowns when she comes up empty handed.

When the lights turned on and the door opened, Olive panics, running over to Castiel who softly pulled her behind him. 

She swallows thickly when Samuel comes in with a gun, looking between the Winchester's and the Angel with a deep frown.

"Can I help you?" He asked. When no one answers, he sighs. "What do you want?"

"We wanna know where Crowley is." Dean demands.

"Even if I knew, why would I tell you?" He scoffed.

"Because you're our grandfather." He responds.

Sam steps forward. "Samuel, I'm gonna get my soul back." He announced.

"Who says you can get it back?"

"Me."

Samuel shakes his head. "I'd like to help, but I'm sorry."

Dean narrows his eyes. "It's your grandson's soul."

"I can't!"

"What is wrong with you?" Dean frowns in disbelief. "Do you want to work for Crowley?" Samuel reddens. Dean turns to Castiel. "Cas, can you give us a minute?" He glances at Olive. "Take her with you."

With a single nod, Castiel places a hand on Olive's shoulder. In a blink, the warmth of the study turned into the side of the road in the cold night. 

Olive sighs, crawling onto the hood of the Impala and sitting down with a tired frown, "What do you think they're talking about in there?" She asked the angel, who leaned against the car.

"I can easily hear what they're talking about if you'd like." Castiel says innocently, kicking at the cement.

She sighs, "No, that's okay." The wind picked up, nipping at her exposed skin. She should've worn something that wasn't her pink onesie, but none of them really had enough time to do anything. 

It seemed like the night just kept on dragging.

"Are you cold?" Castiel blurts.

Olive didn't realize her teeth were chattering loudly, "Sorry, I'll be quiet."

Castiel shakes his head lightly, shrugging off his trench coat and handing it to her. "Here, it will keep you warm."

Olive flashes him a grin, slipping on the trench coat that was even too big on the Angel. Her hands were nowhere near the holes of the sleeves, and it made her seem even smaller than she was. 

Olive was over the moon, knowing that the trench coat was a part of what made Castiel himself. She was glad that he was willing to share it with her.

Castiel smiles down at her, his tired eyes squinting in thought.

There wasn't a moment in his life recently where he wasn't fighting against Raphael, leading Angels who stood by him into another war for peace, or doing things for Crowley. Castiel wished countless of times to leave, to spend time with his human friends and forget about his problems.

 Sure, these were under dire circumstances but at least he didn't feel so alone.

He remembers a time where he almost killed Olive. Seeing her now? It felt like the only thing he wanted now was to keep her safe, to keep her innocent and kind. Castiel saw the way Dean was with Olive. Apart of the Angel yearned to be apart of something like that, to guide Olive to greatness.

"I've come in contact with Toula. . .she wishes to finish your training; you still have so much to learn." He says lightly, looking up at the stars.

Olive follows his gaze. "How does she know so much about Guardians anyway?"

"The Soul Sanctum is on the largest, hidden mountain in Greece which is guarded by a long bloodline of Witches. Fotoula's bloodline. She was practically born for the role, so she wants to help you, to honor her bloodline." He explains slowly, looking towards her. "There aren't many Portokalos witches around, but the ones that are left are still dedicated to protecting all Guardians. Which is just you now. All of the kindness they showed the Portokalos ancestors years ago. It's an honor for her, to be your trainer."

"But. . .you didn't send her?" Olive questions.

Castiel sighs. "No, I did not. Apparently, my brother did when you were born. Gabriel. Toula said, when the time was right, she would make an appearance. . .I suppose that time is now."

Olive yawns. "Because I'm always in danger." She states like it was normal.

Castiel smiles in amusement. "It was bound to happen when you come in contact with a Winchester."

She smiles, looking up. "I wouldn't change it for the world, though."

Castiel looks back up at the stars. "Me too." He agrees.

Olive passes out on the bed the second they get back the barn. She spreads out like a starfish, light snores and messy hair as she tossed in her sleep. The brothers did their usual round of research to find Crowley's hideout, while Castiel watched a disturbing form of television on the couch involving a pizza man. 

Olive slept through the conversation with Samuel when he swung by with an address.

But the second she felt the presence of a demon, Olive's eyes shot open, a shiver going up her spine as she sat up. The boys seemed to not notice anything, packing up their things. 

Olive crawled out of bed hastily, running into the room with a pale face, "They're here." She announced, voice hoarse.

Dean sighs, nodding towards Sam and Cas before making his way over to Olive, crouching down. "You don't have to come with us if you don't want to. . .I'd prefer if you didn't." He says lightly.

Olive swallows, a deep frown on her face. She was about to work with demons to sneak into a large building filled with more demons. 

The same black eyes that were always the center of her nightmares. 

At six years old, she should be more worried about school and missing episodes of her favorite TV shows, instead she was worried about dying again at the hands of the monsters that killed Sophia.

Olive sighs. "I'm safer with you remember? Besides, I want to come. I want to help." She says firmly, looking up at him.

Dean smiles sadly, taking her hands into his larger ones. "That's my brave girl." He says softly. "We got this."

She nods. "We got this."

-

Olive stood in between Dean and Castiel, keeping her head high as Meg and her goons stood a few feet away. 

She wore her green utility jacket over her pink onesie, and her familiar sparkly pink sketchers. She sported a knife strap on her thigh, which held the angel blade she stole months ago, besides that the only thing Olive needed was her hands.

Meg gave Cas the once over the second she saw him step out of the house. "Remember me? I sure remember you, Clarence." She grins.

Castiel turned away from her, "Why are we working with these abominations?" He asked.

"Keep talking dirty, it makes me meat suit all dewy." She replies.

Dean covered Olive's ears in disgust. "All right, simmer down. We know where Crowley is."

"Great. Do tell."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, tell you so you can just leave us for dead?"

"You Winchesters have serious abandonment issues. You know that?" Meg questioned. Olive hums.

"We'll show you, all right? But we're all going together." Sam responds.

"What and I'm just supposed to trust you?"

"No, you're not that stupid." He steps forward. "Give me the knife real quick."

She steps back. "No, I'm not that stupid." She repeats.

He glares. "Do you want us to take you to Crowley or not?" 

Annoyed, she hands over the knife. 

The groups watched Sam wearily and before anyone can react, he stabs the knife into the bald Demon's stomach. His soul instantly died out, making Olive wince when she saw it glow from within him before he dropped. 

Meg steps forward, but Sam holds a knife up, "You saw him. He was more interested about killing us than getting the job done. I was doing all of us a favor."

Meg motions for her goons to step down. 

Sam turns on his heel towards the car, satisfied. 

"Hey!" She calls out, "You just gonna keep that?"

He turns with a glare. "You took this from us. I'm taking it back." He looks around. "We leave in one an hour." He demanded.

Olive watched him go in fear. She didn't know how much longer she can handle this if Sam doesn't get his soul back soon.

-

The group of seven stand on the outside gate of what seemed to be a large prison. 

Olive could sense all of the dark souls that filled the building, holding Dean's hand. Castiel had asked them to meet him at the side door, where he opened it from the inside. 

Meg seemed satisfied at how close she was to killing Crowley, but The Winchester's seemed completely uneasy.

"This all seem a little too easy to you?" Dean pipes.

Sam nods. "Way too easy."

"The easiest." Olive mutters.

The hunters were the first to go into the building, flashlights in hand as the scouted the area. Olive frowns, looking at the sea of monsters chained up inside of prison cells, some dead, some wishing they were. 

It made her feel sick, she could sense the agony in their souls. Olive nervously squeezes Dean's hand.

A monster smacks his hands against his cell, a vampire. Olive jumps at the sound, and even Dean takes a step back as the vampire looks at them hungrily.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to bring Princess Sparkle with us?" Meg chimes from the back.

Sam scoffs. "Olive has more power than anyone in this room, if anything goes sideways, she wipes all of you off the board." He vows.

Olive swallows thickly at his brag. She sure could probably end Crowley, if she really really tried, but she certainly couldn't take down all of his demons at once. 

Castiel glared at the back of Sam's head at his statement, "Are you an idiot? She's not doing anything!" He seethed love in his ear.

"Please. Please, help me!" Cried a woman inside of a cell. She wore an insane number of tattoos. 

Olive instantly recognizes her as the Djinn from all those months ago, the one that raided the house and tried to kill her and Sam. 

"You gotta get me out of here." She says to Dean, who flashed the light in her direction. "Please!"

Sam grabs Dean's arm lightly. "Come on, Dean. We gonna move." 

The hunter reluctantly looks away from the Djinn, taking lead down the hallway.

Olive makes eye contact with the woman, who jumbled out pleads as she cried. Olive felt a large ping of guilt as Castiel dragged her away from the cell softly. Bowing her head when she can still hear the sounds of the Djinn crying.

"Wait." Castiel says suddenly, looking around the hall.

"What is it?" Dean turns.

The sound of heavy breathing can be heard down the hall. The snarls and growls of hellhounds can be heard coming closer and closer to where they stood.

"Damnit." Meg cursed. "Here comes the guards."

"Hellhounds." Dean states. They all make eye contact and with a simple sweep, Dean picks up Olive from the loops of her pants, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Run!"

They didn't have to be told twice as they ran into the next room.

Olive pressing her face into Dean's shoulder as he carried her through the hall. Meg's goons were the only two people dragging behind and were the first to be pulled down by the invisible dogs. 

Dean easily hands Olive to Castiel, who allows the child to wrap her legs around his waist, he sprints faster than all of them. 

She shakes fearfully as Sam and Dean barricade the double doors with wood. Sam puts goofier dust across the door.

"I knew this was a trap." Dean cursed.

"What do you want, a cupcake?" Meg drawls.

Sam steps away from the door. "That should keep them out."

"Not for long! How many of them are there?"

"Lots." Meg responds. "I'll be rooting for you from Cleveland."

"I'm sorry what?" Dean snaps.

"I didn't know this was gonna happen. Bright side? Them chewing on my meat suit ought to buy you a few seconds. Seacrest out." She lifts her head up, opening her mouth but her soul doesn't come out of her vessel, making her look weird as she stood there with nothing happening.

"It's a spell. I think it's from Crowley." Castiel notes, rubbing Olive's back as she pressed her face into his neck, trying to ignore the sound of the hellhounds. Dean does a double-take of how unbothered Cas looked with Olive in his arms. "Within these walls, you're locked inside your body."

"Welp, karma's a bitch, bitch." Dean states. Meg glares at him. Sam instantly pulls the Demon Knife out of his pocket, causing Dean to scoff. "What are you gonna do? Slash at thin air before you hit something?"

Sam holds the knife out to Meg. "You can see them. Take this, hold them off. It's our best shot."

Olive sniffles, lifting her head from Castiel's shoulder and looking towards Dean. 

He looked deadly; his face serious as he gripped a weapon in his hands. She couldn't help but sober, this wasn't a time to cry. 

She needed to be strong, that was the reason she was here.

"You can put me down now." She whispers to Castiel, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm okay."

The Angel is hesitant, but slowly puts her back onto the ground as Meg shakes her head at the knife. "Use it first on Crowley. Take it and go. You take care he smarmy dick, I'll hold off the dogs."

"Well, how you gonna do that—?"

Dean cuts himself off as Meg pulled Castiel into a deep kiss. Olive gags slightly, the brothers behind deeply uncomfortable. Meg pulls away first, but Cas pulls her back, spinning her around and pressing her into the wall as he deepened the kiss.

Dean motions to the hellhounds behind the door silently.

"What was that?" Meg asked, grinning.

Castiel glances at Sam and Dean, who were both silently asking the same question. The angel grows embarrassed. "I. . .learned that from the pizza man." He explains.

"Well, A-plus for you." Meg then shivers. "I feel so clean." She snaps out of her daze, holding up Castiel's angel blade that the group just realized she stole. "Oh-kay, gotta go."

"Is that gonna work on a Hellhounds?" Dean asked.

She shrugged. "Well, we're about to find out. Run."

They didn't have to be told twice. Dean grabs Olive's hand, and the four of them takes off down the hall. Olive looks back for a moment, watching the way Meg pressed up against the wall in fear. 

She couldn't help, that in that moment, Olive considered Meg brave.

-

"I can't see jack." Dean complained as they walked down another flight of stairs. In an instant, Castiel is blasted away, illuminating a large glow before disappearing. "Cas?!" He calls out in a panic.

"Cas?!" Olive screams out, eyes wide.

"Dean, Olly." Sam announces. They follow Sam's gaze at the bottom of the steps at Samuel, who looked at them unapologetically.

"You sold us out?!" Dean bellows. Three demons come up behind them, one pulling a bag over Olive's head as she struggled. "Hey! Hey!!" Dean thrashed. "Damn you, Samuel! Leave her alone!"

Crowley comes around the corner with a smile. "Yes, I have to say, best purchase I've made since Dick Cheney." He looks towards the Demon holding Olive, who began to hyperventilate from the back. He frowns. "What is this? I specifically told you to treat the little guest kindly. Take her to my throne room."

The demon removes the bag, dragging her down the stairs. "Daddy? Dad help me!" She cries out, voice breaking. 

Dean roughly thrashes against the demon holding him, screaming for him to let her go.

He smashed his foot into the demons, slamming his head back into its face. Dean was free for just a moment, running forward.

Olive and Dean's hands brushed just gently before he was tackled to the floor. 

He begins to panic when Olive is dragged out of sight.

"Don't worry, Dean. I'll take good care of her." Crowley states.

"I'll kill you, so help me god, I'll kill you." Dean vows.

"Alas, you'll be too dead to do so." Crowley responds. "Shame I have to do away with you both. Rather enjoyed your indentured servitude. Suppose Olivia will have to get used to her new daddy, by my side on the throne." He waves them away. "Take them to their cells."

Dean tried his hardest to fight against the demon, screaming all the way down the hallway. Crowley grinned, turning away and towards his throne room. Samuel stands there with a deep frown, not expecting such a horrific outcome.

-

Olive is thrown roughly into a room with a makeshift throne against the back wall. Her knees hit the jagged ground, a soft grunt following from her lips when she crashed. She instantly stands up, running towards the door but the demon had locked it the second he left.

Olive bangs against it, tears pooling in her eyes. "I want my dad! Let me out! Let. me. go!" She screamed.

Olive didn't know how long she kicked and screamed her little lungs out, opening that somewhere Dean would hear her and come save her. 

The door opens, causing her to stumble back in surprise as Crowley came waltzing in with two demons trailing behind him.

"Hello, Olivia. Pleasure seeing you again." He greets, plopping down on his throne. "Like it? It isn't anything like the one down in Hell, but it will have to do."

Olive doesn't move from her spot on the floor, looking up at him with a deep frown. "I want my dad." She demands.

He sighs. "Sorry to be the one to break it to you, Love, but daddy Dean is no longer."

She narrows her eyes. "You're lying." Her voice breaks.

Crowley chuckles. "Afraid not. He's most likely ghoul scat by now." He snaps his fingers, a cup of tea in his hand. "Tea? Do you like tea?"

"You're a liar!" She screams, the lights flicker, "I would've felt it!"

"Felt what?" He smirks, wanting to know more about a soulbound.

Olive curls her lip in anger. "Crowley. Let me go."

"We might as well get used to each other, Olivia. What can I give you to make you more obedient, mhm?" He asked. "You want a planet? Better yet, I can give you the moon. Or perhaps you want something more simple?" He leans forward. "I can give you Sophia back, if that's what you really want."

Olive freezes, "You're lying." She repeats, more hesitant than before. "She's dead."

He tsked. "You and I both know by now no one in this world ever truly stays dead, especially when you know where to look."

Olive shakes her head. "No. I don't want anything from you!" She bellows, standing on her feet. "I-if you keep me in here, I-I'll hurt you." She stammers out.

The demons beside Crowley laughed, but the King of Hell never looked more serious. "Now, now, Olivia. Let's not get too hasty."

Olive didn't have to raise her hand in any movement. She had never been more angry than she was in this moment. "You hurt Sam and Dean." She says lowly. "You hurt Cas." Her eyes glow.

"Technically," He interjects, waving a finger and tripping as he stood. "That was Samuel." Sensing the power that began to radiate around the room, Crowley panics. "Olivia, that's enough."

Without a second thought, her eyes hued a deep yellow, a familiar buzz clouding her ears, and then. She blinked.

Crowley watches as both of the demons beside him began to scream out in agony, falling to their knees as they clutched their chest. A glow illuminated from inside of their chest and with one last scream, they exploded from the inside, coating the side of Crowley's face with blood.

Olive hadn't expected such a strong explosion. She exploded a soul with her mind. She steps back, her face that was once clouded in anger was replaced by the utter fear of the six-year-old. 

She was scared of herself. 

Crowley was absolutely horrified. 

She barely reacted when Crowley disappeared in thin air. Olive drops back to the ground in shock, staring at the splatters of the dead demons on the wall.

"What. . .did I do?" She cries, bringing her knees up to her chest.

Who was she now? Because she was far from the Guardian that she was destined to be.

-

The sound of an alarm startled her out of her trance, dry tears staining her cheeks as she looked up at the sound fearfully.

Past the sound of the alarm was the familiar sound of flapping wings and before she could register it, Castiel was standing before her with a bag and a concerned expression.

"Oliv—?" Cas grunted at the impact of Olive's hug. She gripped onto him with a numb expression. Her eyes glazed over. "Why. . ." He looks around, frowning at the two blood spots on the walls. The energy still floated around like thick air. The events clicking into his mind easily. "It's okay." He states, rubbing her back, dropping on one knee. "You were just protecting yourself. ."

"I. ." She chokes out. "I killed them, Cas. I just blinked a-and they were dead, I didn't realize–" She cuts herself off when tears clouded her vision. "I'm a horrible horrible person."

Castiel pulls away with a frown. "You're not a horrible person, Olive. You're a warrior, and warriors do things to survive." He states bluntly. 

Toula has called her that before too, but the only difference was that the witch said it sorrily, like it was a burden for the child.

Castiel seemed indifferent about the title, almost pleased. "Come on, lets finish this."

"What's in the bag?" She asked, wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeves.

"An assbutt."

Castiel grabs her shoulder, and like a blink they were out of the throne room and into a torture room. Olive stumbles at the change, realizing they flew in mid argument. 

Meg was being held at knifepoint, Sam and Dean pressed up against a wall as Crowley glared. Olive let out a relieved sigh when she saw Dean, who immediately released one too at the sight of her.

"Leave them alone." Castiel demanded.

"Castiel." He greeted, stepping away from Olive. "Haven't seen you all season. You and Olivia the cavalry now?"

"Put the knife down." He states.

"You that bossy in heaven?" He asked. "Hear you're losing to Raphael. The whole affair makes Vietnam look like a roller derby." Castiel begins to open the bag, causing Crowley to scoff. "What's in the gift bag?"

Castiel holds up an old skull. "You are."

Crowley's face drops. "Not possible."

"You didn't hide your bones as well as you should have."

Crowley pulls the knife away from Meg, who smiles at Castiel. He begins to clap dramatically. "Cookie for you." He states bitterly.

Castiel drops the back, holding his hand towards it. "Can you restore Sam's soul or not?"

Crowley snaps his fingers, releasing the boys from the wall. Dean waste no time to run up to Olive and scoop her into his arms, she instantly hugs him. "Yay, a reunion." Crowley hums at them, "But if I can help out in any other way."

"Answer him, you son of a bitch!" Dean snaps.

Crowley sighs. "I can't."

Olive had never been more satisfied when Castiel set Crowley's bones on fire, watching the demon burst into flames before falling to the ground in a heap of ash. 

They all simultaneously look to Meg, who instantly disappeared the second Sam picked up the Demon Knife.

"Well, she's smart I'll give her that." Dean sighs. "I was gonna kill her too." He turns to Cas. "Of course, I would've given you an hour with her first." He joked.

Castiel frowns, confused. "Why would I want that?"

-

"I thought I lost you back there." Dean states, loading the trunk.

Olive stands beside him, helping. "I thought you died..." She trails, looking down at her shoes. "It was only for a second but.."

"We would've known." He finished, nodding strongly. "I don't know how, but I would've known if you did, I'd feel it."

"You and Dean. .you're Soulbound." Toula said softly. "Just like your mother was to Sylas."

"They were soulmates?"

"No. Their souls were physically bounded to one another, and instant connection. They were each others anchors."

"You make it sound like a bad thing." Olive says nervously.

"Cora and Sylas story doesn't end well, Olive. If one dies the other is lost, hopeless." Toula looks down.

Olive swallows thickly at the memory, wishing desperately that Toula's words would get out of her head. "We should try not to die for a few days." She says lightly.

Dean chuckles, shutting the trunk. "Fine by me." He notices Castiel and Sam coming towards the car. "Thanks Cas. If it hadn't been for you. ."

Castiel seemed distraught. "Crowley was right." He blurts. "It's not. . .going well for me upstairs."

Sam and Dean share a look. "Well, if there's anything we can do—"

"There isn't." Cas replies instantly. "I wish circumstances were different. Much of the time, I'd rather be here."

"Cas, we know you got a steaming pile on your plate. There's no need for apologies. We're your friends." Dean states.

Castiel nods, turning to Sam. "Listen, Sam. We'll find another way." He reassures.

"You really wanna help? Prison full of monsters. We can't just leave them, can't let them go." Sam responds.

"I understand." He replies, turning to Olive with a small wave. "See you soon." He promised. Olive made the mistake of blinking, the spot that once had her favorite angel in the world replaced with nothing.

"He's gonna kill them all, isn't he?" Olive asked softly.

"They're monsters," Sam replies.

Olive doesn't look in his direction. "Yeah. .I know." She opens the car door and slides in without another word, laying down across the backseat.

She didn't know how much time had passed, only listening to the muffled argument of the Winchester Brothers. She closes her eyes, trying to steady her heartbeat as the driver's seat opened. 

Olive didn't seem to mind that Sam wasn't in the car when Dean drove off, she just closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

Reliving the horrible thing she did in that throne room.