Supernatural- Route 666 (1.13)
Pairing: N/A, Olive Winchester (OC)
Summary: When Dean gets a call from an old girlfriend, Olive is forced to stay at school while her brothers investigate a racist truck. Truths about Dean and Olive are revealed, leaving Sam reeling
Warnings: cursing, racist truck??, uh implication of people having had sex, some gay shit happens
Word Count: 7449
“Okay. I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought.” Sam spoke, tracing the route.
I pouted from my perch on the trunk of the car. Dean was sitting on the hood. Someone had called him, and he needed to take it. It wasn’t Dad though. Sam had the map stretched out on top of Baby. I tugged at it by the corners and he narrowed his eyes at me, pulling it back with a playful smile.
“Dean, you alright?” I looked up, seeing him shut his phone with a sigh.
“Yeah. We’re not going to Pennsylvania.”
“We what?” I asked, sliding off the car.
“I just got a call from an, uh… old friend.” Dean cleared his throat. “Her father was killed last night. Think it might be our kind of thing.”
“Who was it?” I perked up.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetpea.”
“What?” Sam asked, still confused.
“Believe me, she never would’ve called… never, if she didn’t need us.” Dean looked down, pain in his eyes.
I sighed. Cassie.
“Come on.” Dean opened the drivers door and beckoned to me.
I slid in under his arm and made myself comfortable in the middle seat. Sam stared at us, still very confused. I leaned over and rolled down the window of the passenger seat.
“Sams. You coming?”
***
“Yeah, whatever, Hunter. We don’t care how you do it. Just get it done.”
“Well why are you guys rushing out?”
“Another case came up. An old family friend. We’ve gotta handle that.”
Hunter snorted on the other end. “Fine. Be safe.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me what to do. Please don’t get ganked by a monster.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll see you around, Olive.”
“I sure as hell hope not.” I snapped before hanging up.
“By old friend you mean…” Sam trailed off from the front seat.
“A friend that’s not new.” Dean’s tone was clipped.
“Oh, yeah, thanks.” Sam snorted.
“It’s Cassie, isn’t it?” I asked.
Dean sighed and glanced down at me. “Yeah. It is.”
“You’ve never mentioned her. Ollie, how do you know her?”
“Her and Dean went out.” I shrugged.
“You mean Dean dated somebody? For more than one night.” Sam was bewildered.
Dean snorted. “Am I speaking a language you’re not getting here? Dad and I were working a job in Ohio.” Dean shook his head.
“One day, Dad and Dean couldn’t pick me up. She was finishing up college nearby, she offered to drive me to the motel. They met, went out for a couple of weeks.”
“And?” Sam looked at me, completely entranced in the story.
Dean shrugged, and I blew a raspberry.
“Look, it’s terrible about her dad, but it kinda sounds like a standard car accident. I’m not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which by the way, how does she know what we do?” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed.
Dean only licked his lips and I tilted my head.
How did she know?
I huffed and looked up at Dean. “How does she know?”
Dean cleared his throat and kept his eyes on the road. I snorted, and Sam shook his head, a frown forming on his face.
“You told her. You told her the secret!” Sam hissed. “Our big family rule number one! Dude, we do what we do and we shut up about it.” Sam scoffed. “For a year and a half, I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a few times and you tell her everything?” Sam’s eyebrows were knitted together, and he looked angry.
Dean said nothing and I sighed. I had never thought about it.
“Dean!”
“Yeah, looks like.”
I sighed as Dean gunned it, engine roaring. Sam shook his head as he pulled a bitchface on. I sighed and sunk further into my seat. This was going to be a complicated hunt.
***
“Two black people were killed on the same stretch of road in the same way in two weeks!” There was a shout from inside the office.
I flinched. Sounded like a hate crime. The boys and I looked at each other, confused. I blinked as Dean slid past the open door. Sam sighed and reached for my hand. I took it and he brought me with him, into the office.
“Jimmy, you’re too close to this. Those guys were friends of yours. Again, Cassie, I’m very sorry for your loss.”
The two men walked away, leaving Cassie to turn around. She came face-to-face with Dean and flinched. She stared at him, apprehensive. Dean broke into his classic, charming grin. I bit back a smile as she looked at him, eyes wide.
“Dean.”
“Hey Cassie.”
Sam looked down at me as I looked up at him, matching smiles on our faces.
“Hi, Olive. You’ve gotten big.”
“Hi Cassie.” I smiled, grabbing Sam by the hand and pulling him forward. “This is our brother, Sam.”
She smiled at us both before looking back to Dean. Dean sighed at her.
“Sorry ‘bout your dad.”
She huffed. “Yeah. Me too.”
***
“My mother’s in pretty bad shape.” Cassie spoke as she bumped the door open with her hip.
“Let me help you.” I scrambled to my feet and grabbed two cups off of the tray.
I handed one to Dean, and he furrowed his eyebrows at it. It was empty, but Cassie had a pot of tea on the tray. Sam took a third cup, smiling warmly.
“Thanks, Olive. I’ve been staying with her.” Cassie sat down on one of the chairs, and I took the spot between Sam and Dean.
“I wish she wouldn’t go off by herself. She’s been so nervous and frightened.” Cassie sighed. “She was worried about dad.”
“Why?” Dean asked.
Cassie sighed as she poured the tea. “He was scared. He was seeing things.”
“Like what?” I asked, putting my tea up to my lips and blowing on it.
The fog steamed up my glasses, and I shivered, feeling cold.
“He swore he saw an awful-looking black truck following him.”
“A truck.” Sam repeated. “Who was the driver?”
Cassie shook her head as she poured a cup. “He didn’t talk about a driver. Just the truck. He said it would appear and disappear. And, in the accident, Dad’s car was dented, like it had been slammed into by something big.”
“Thanks.” Sam spoke as Cassie poured his tea. “Now you’re sure the dent wasn’t there before?”
She shook her head and poured Dean’s cup. “He sold cars. Always drove a new one. There wasn’t a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks leading from dad’s car… leading right to the edge, where he went over.” She ducked her head, trying to hold it together. “One set of tracks. His.”
“The first was a friend of your father’s?”
Cassie nodded. “Best friend. Clayton Soames. They owned the dealership together. Same thing. Dent. No tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about dad. He lost control of the car.”
Dean and I looked at each other and he sighed. “Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?”
“No.” Cassie sighed.
Sam looked up. “And you think this vanishing truck ran them off the road?”
“When you say it out loud like that… listen, I’m a little skeptical about this… ghost stuff… or whatever it is you guys are into.”
“Skeptical.” Dean huffed. “If I remember, I think you said I was nuts.”
“That was then.” Cassie sighed.
Her and Dean stared at each other, wordlessly. Sam and I looked at each other and I cleared my throat. Cassie blinked and looked up.
“I just know that I can’t explain what happened up there. So I called you.” She whispered.
The door swung open, and the four of us popped to our feet. Cassie rushed to help her mother into the room.
“Mom. Where have you been? I was so-”
“I had no idea you’d invited friends over.” Her mom cut her off.
“Mom.” Cassie cleared her throat. “This is Dean, a friend of mine from… college. This is his brother Sam, and his sister Olive.”
“Well I won’t interrupt you.” Mrs. Robinson scoffed.
“Mrs. Robinson.” Dean started. “We’re so sorry for your loss. We’d like to talk to you for a minute if you don’t mind?”
“I’m really not up for that right now.” She scowled before brushing her daughter off and leaving the room.
Dean and I sighed and Sam and Cassie looked at each other with sad faces.
“Hey, uh… you know any schools around here?” Dean asked after a second.
I flinched, staring at him with wide eyes. He avoided my gaze, so I turned to Sam. He looked down, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
“Uh, yeah. Let me just get a piece of paper to write it down for you.” Cassie said as she eyed the three of us.
***
“This is bullshit!” I hissed as Dean put the car into park.
“Ol, you have to go to school. We’ve had this conversation before.” Sam spoke softly, but firmly.
I threw my head back with an exaggerated groan.
“Bug, we’re doing this because we love you.”
I snorted. “Bullshit.”
“Can you say anything other than that word for maybe four seconds?” Dean snapped, turning around to face me.
I sighed and let my shoulders drop. “No, I get it. You guys want me to have a good education. Sams, you want me to not be a hunter. Dean, you just want what’s best for me.”
“Which includes not being a hunter.” Sam cut in.
Dean and I both stared at him, the same expression on our faces. He put his hands up in mock surrender.
“I’m just saying!”
I huffed. “Are you guys gonna be okay?”
Dean nodded. “Still have to figure out what we’re dealing with.” A pause, then in a more gentle tone, his hand going for my shoulder. “Are you gonna be okay?”
I sighed again, then nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be alright. Call me if you have any updates?”
Sam nodded. “Of course. Make sure you pay attention though.” He grinned.
I rolled my eyes, despite the smile making its way onto my face. “I’ll see you guys later tonight?”
Dean smiled. “Promise, sweetpea. C’mere.” He grabbed my face and pressed an obnoxiously loud kiss to the top of my head. “We love ya.”
I rolled my eyes again as I opened the car door. “I love you guys too.” I shuffled out of the car and swung my backpack onto my shoulder.
“Oh!” Sam exclaimed, rummaging for something in the bag between him and Dean. “I made you this.”
I popped my head back into the car, only to see him holding a brown paper bag out for me. It had Olive :) on it in his neat boy-cursive. I smiled, feeling my heart warm itself up.
“Be careful, you guys.”
“Always. You too.”
I smiled wider. “Always.”
***
I trudged through the hallway, one hand clutching my lunch and the other gripping the strap of my bag. It was an old bag, one of Dad’s. I only used it when I had to go to school, which was the one thing about hunting that I absolutely despised.
Being new sucked, being at a school for less than a week sucked, being there without my brothers, alone? That was the worst part.
“Hey, new girl.”
I looked up from the floor to see a girl my age, maybe older, smiling at me. She was pretty, light green eyes and light brown hair hanging in ringlets. Her face was dusted with freckles. I forced a smile back.
Shit, she’s pretty.
“What’s your name?”
“Olive.”
“Olive.” She repeated. “Nice name.”
I snorted. “Thanks. I think my brother was just hungry.”
She laughed. “Your brother named you?”
I shook my head, a real smile on my face this time. “It’s complicated. And you are?” I held a hand out to her, desperately trying to ignore the sparks on my skin.
“Taylor.” She shook my hand. “So what’s the deal?”
“I’m sorry?” I asked as we moved through the hall, past the lumps of people.
“Why are you here? I mean, nobody just moves to Cape Girardeau, Missouri on a Wednesday.”
I snorted. “Uh, my brothers…” I shook my head. “They have to move around a lot for work. Ya know, traveling salesmen.” I blew a strand of hair out of my face.
She giggled. “So… just brothers? No mom, dad?”
I sighed again. I shook my head. “Mom’s never been in the picture, and Dad is too focused on work. My brothers take care of me.”
She nodded. “Sorry. That seems heavy.”
I shrugged. “I love them, they love me. Could be worse.”
She pursed her lips. “Alright, what’s your first class?”
I giggled at her change of pace and pulled out the paper from my back pocket.
“Oh.” She groaned, nose wrinkling up. “Trig with Henderson.” She giggled. “You’re gonna hate that.”
I tsked, and she shook her head. “It’s okay, though. We’ve got it together!” She squealed, holding a hand out for me.
My heart thumped, and I took it. I felt the tips of my ears heat up as she dragged me through the halls.
***
“Hey, bug! I’m outside, ready whenever you are.” Sam was on the other end of the phone.
Sorry, I mouthed to Taylor as I put the phone back up to my ear. “Hey Sams. Where’s Dean?”
A sigh. “He’s busy. But I’m here!”
I giggled. “Alright, I’ll be right out, Sams. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I flipped the phone shut and turned back to Taylor. “Well, my ride’s here.”
“Sam? That one of your brothers?” She giggled.
I nodded. “Middle child, but he’s pretty great. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
She nodded, a smile on her face. “See ya tomorrow.”
I tried to bite back the smile that was growing on my face as I turned and pushed through the front doors, into the parking lot. Sam was there, in Baby’s driver’s seat. I swallowed, hard. I had known how I felt about girls since I was twelve, and while I had never said a word, Dean had caught on. Now I had to decide whether or not I wanted to tell Sam.
“Hey, bug!” He called.
“Hi, Sams.” I grinned, tossing my bag in through the window before getting in myself, then rolling the window up.
“How was school?”
I shrugged, and he made a face. “You like someone.”
I scratched the back of my neck. “I dunno.”
“Well I do. You definitely like someone. Come on, what’s his name?”
I blew a raspberry and looked at him. His grin was so big, the look in his eyes so pure. I sighed.
“Her name’s Taylor.”
“Oh! A girl.” Sam blinked. “Aw, bug. You didn’t have to tell me.” He pulled me into a bear hug.
I nodded. “I know. But I wanted to.”
“Does Dean know?”
I shrugged. “Not officially, but I’m sure he’s figured.”
He smiled, pushing my hair back. “You’re great, bug. I love you.”
I giggled. “I love you too. But can we please go home? I don’t wanna sit here in the parking lot. It feels awkward.”
He nodded as he pulled back. “Yeah, yeah, of course we can.”
***
“Where’s Dean?” I asked Sam the second he came out of the bathroom, drying his hair.
He sighed. “I dunno, bug. He was with Cassie last time I talked to him.”
“Have you called him?”
“Nah. Didn’t wanna interrupt him. He definitely still likes her.” He tossed the towel back into the bathroom before dropping onto his bed.
I huffed. “Yeah, that’s true.”
“Alright, come on. Time for bed. You’ve got school tomorrow.”
I sighed. “Dean said I’d see him tonight.”
“Bug…”
I turned to face the door, my back to Sam. “He promised.”
Sam sighed. “I know. But he’s with Cassie.”
I shook my head. Sleeping would be difficult. I would have to sleep facing the door. It would give me nightmares if I didn’t. Dean normally slept facing the door, which meant I didn’t have to. But he wasn’t here.
“Alright, come here.” Sam patted his bed.
I turned back to him. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Come on. I’ll face the door.” He smiled softly.
I broke into a smile and slid into his bed, pushing my face to his shoulder and sighing happily as he flicked the lights off and wrapped an arm around me.
“Night, bug.”
“Night, Sams.”
***
“Why do I have to wait in the car?” I huffed.
Sam reached over and ruffled my hair. “Because you are a baby. It’s enough that I let you come with me. You should be in bed.”
I sighed and sank into the seat, fighting back a yawn. Sam tsked.
“I saw that.”
“Oh, shush.” I brushed him off.
“Alright, I’m right out there. Don’t leave the car, okay?”
I nodded. “Okay. Wait, wait, take your jacket!” I sat up, struggling to untangle the fabric from my own flannel.
“Bug-”
“No Sams, it’s cold and snowing out. Take it, I’ll be okay.”
“You sure?”
I pushed it into his hand and nodded again. “Go.”
“Okay. Love ya.”
“Love you too.” I made kissy noises at him as he clambered out of the car.
I yawned for real this time and made myself comfortable. I was bound to fall asleep. It was five in the morning, and the day before had drained me. I felt the driver’s door open, but I didn’t bother to open my eyes.
“Did you forget something?”
“Hi pumpkin.”
I spun so fast that my knees smashed into the dashboard, but I didn’t feel a thing.
“Dean!” I squealed, throwing myself at him, arms around his neck.
“Hey sweet girl.” He pulled me out of the car.
The snow landed on my eyelashes, and I clung tighter to Dean. He tightened his arms around my waist and plucked me off my feet.
“Where were you?” I asked as he swung me around before putting me back on my feet.
“Oh, I uh…” He pulled back and scratched the back of his neck.
“You were with Cassie?”
He nodded, a small blush on his cheeks. I giggled.
“Dean’s got a crush, Dean’s got a crush!” I sang.
He rolled his eyes and pulled me into his side, arm hooked around my shoulders. I reached up to my shoulder and held his hand.
“Come on, baby girl.”
“They’re with me.” Sam pointed to us over his shoulder and I pulled away from Dean with a snort as the cop shot us a strange look.
“You didn’t make it back to the motel.” Sam noted.
I giggled again, and Sam grinned.
“I’m guessing you guys worked things out?”
Dean snorted. “We’ll be working things out when we’re ninety.”
“So what happened?”
Sam sighed. “Every bone crushed. Internal organs turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped, looks like something ran him over.”
Dean and I looked at each other and he let out a huff.
“Something like a truck?”
“Yep.” Sam popped the p.
“Tracks?”
“Nope.”
“What was the mayor doing here anyway?” Dean asked.
“He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago.”
“But he’s white. Doesn’t fit the pattern.” Dean tilted his head.
“Wrong road, too.” I sighed. “None of this fits.”
***
“Have fun. Love you, cookie.” Sam grinned as I leaned forward to peck his cheek.
“Love you too, bubs.” I blew a raspberry against his temple, and he squirmed away, chuckling.
“Bye, beanie.” Dean grabbed me by the chin and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“Bye, Deanie.” I rhymed, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.
He scrunched it up with a smile, and they both watched as I tumbled out of the car and toward the front door.
“Hi, Olive!” Taylor squealed from the door.
“Hey.” I grinned as she came running, reaching for my hand.
I blushed at her as she laced her fingers through mine. She was just being sweet, as most girls were, but I couldn’t help the butterflies in my stomach.
“What’s up?”
“Not much. You?”
She shrugged. “Nothing. How are your brothers? Saw them dropping you off.”
I grinned, and my gay feelings were overhwhelmed by the pride I had for my brothers.
“They’re great.” I giggled. “Dean’s gotten back in touch with an old friend, Cassie. Sammy’s alright. We both love to tease Dean.” I smiled.
She nodded. “That’s really cute.”
I tilted my head as I looked up at her. “Nothing else to say?”
She shook her head. “No. Why?”
“Uh…” I trailed off. “Most girls always come running, talking about how cute my brothers are.”
She snickered. “No. I mean, they aren’t bad looking but I’m not into boys.” She looked me up and down with a smile.
My cheeks began to burn.
***
“I’ll see you later?” Taylor squeezed my hand.
“Uh, yeah, I don’t really know when we’re lea-”
“Bug, come on. We’ve gotta go.” Sam came up behind me, grabbing me by the shoulders.
“Wh-what?” I looked at him over my shoulder.
“It’s Cassie. Dean wanted to come get you before we go.”
I nodded. “Yeah, okay. Sorry, Ty, I-I’ll see you later.” I squeezed her hand.
“Yeah, of course. Bye. Nice to meet you, Sam.” She smiled at him.
“You too.” He smiled politely before grabbing me by the hand and dragging me with him.
“So that’s Taylor, huh?” Sam looked down at me.
“We can talk about her later.” I rushed to the car, pulling the door open. “De, what happened?” I asked as I tossed my bag over the bench and slid into the middle.
Dean threw an arm around my shoulders and sighed at Sam as he closed the passenger door.
“Truck came at her.”
“Oh God.” I mumbled. “Let’s go.”
***
“Here.” Sam passed a cup of tea to Cassie.
Dean was perched next to her, an arm around her. His demeanor was fierce and protective, and it was like nothing I had ever seen before. He was soft toward her, gentle and calm, but if anything came near her, his head would snap up like a dog’s.
“Maybe you could throw a couple of shots in that.” Cassie spoke as her hands shook, cup rattling.
“You didn’t see who was driving the truck?” I asked, settling on the coffee table in front of them, knees bumping into Dean’s.
He looked up at me, and I could see the worry in his eyes. He was scared. Scared she’d get hurt, scared she’d die. I leaned forward and squeezed his knee, eyebrows furrowed as I glanced from him to Cassie.
“It seemed to be no one.” Cassie shook her head, and Dean glanced at me, upset. “Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone.” She looked up to Dean. “Why didn’t it kill us?”
Dean’s eyebrows furrowed in anger. “Whoever was controlling the truck wants you afraid first.”
“Mrs. Robinson, Cassie said that your husband said he saw the truck before he died.” Sam spoke softly, head bowed and eyebrows furrowed.
The three of us looked the same when we made the sad, pitiful expression. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes big and puppy-like, lips pressed together in a pout.
Mrs. Robinson was shaking as she spoke. “Oh. Martin was under a lot of stress. You can’t be sure about what he was seeing.”
“Well after tonight, I think we can be reasonably sure he was seeing a truck.” Dean sighed, shoulders squared and pissy. “What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked. Okay? Your daughter could die. So if you know something now would be a really great time to tell us about it.” He growled.
“Dean.” I warned, bumping my knee into his, staring at him with a warning glance.
Mrs. Robinson nodded. “Yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck.”
“Did he know who it belonged to?” Sam asked.
“He thought he did…”
“Who?” I turned to look at her.
“Cyrus.” She sighed, getting upset. “A man named Cyrus.”
The boys looked at each other, and Dean dug through his bag. I looked at Sam, confused. He twitched his nose. It didn’t matter.
“Is this Cyrus?” Dean asked, showing her the newspaper.
“Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago.”
“How do you know he died, Mrs. Robinson?” Dean’s face changed as he leaned forward. “The paper’s said he went missing. How do you know he died?”
Mrs. Robinson whimpered and a few tears fell down her cheeks. “We were all very young. I dated Cyrus a while, I was also seeing Martin… in secret of course. Interracial couples didn’t go over too well back then.” She sighed. “When I broke it off with Cyrus and when he found out about Martin, I don’t know… He changed. His hatred… his hatred was frightening.”
“The murders.” Sam whispered.
“There were rumours. People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck.” She eyed me. “Not just black people. Hispanics too.”
I flinched. My mother had been Hispanic, and while I was raised by white boys, I had picked up a bit of Spanish and I was noticeably of color compared to my brothers.
“Nothing was ever done. Martin and a… Martin and I, we were going to be, uh… married in that little church near here, but last minute we decided to elope. We didn’t want the attention.”
“And Cyrus?” I asked, catching on.
“The day we set for the wedding, was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children’s choir in there. They all died.” Mrs. Robinson broke into a sob.
Sam and I looked at each other and I sighed. He looked at me, nodding. I sniffled as I took over.
“Did the attacks stop after that?”
“No!” She cried. “There was one more! One night that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible.” She whined. “But Martin, he got loose. He started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him.”
Dean sighed. “Why didn’t you call the cops?”
“Dean.” I shook my head at him. “It was forty years ago. And Martin wasn’t white.” I sighed.
“He called his friends, Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson. They put Cyrus’s body into the truck and rolled it into the swamp at the end of his land. The three of them kept that secret for years.” Mrs. Robinson sighed.
“Now they’re all gone.”
“So is Mayor Todd.” I glanced at Dean.
“He said you of all people would know he isn’t racist.” Dean shook his head. “Why would he say that?”
“He was a good man.” Mrs. Robinson noddled. “He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus’ disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done, he… he did nothing…”
“Because he also knew what Cyrus had done.” Sam picked up, and she nodded.
Cassie looked at her mother and sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Mrs. Robinson shook her head. “I thought I was protecting them. And now there’s no one left to protect.”
“Yes there is.” Dean sighed, then looked to Cassie.
Mrs. Robinson did the same, looking shaken up. Sam and I looked at each other once more, and I reached over to Dean again, this time grabbing his hand.
***
“Ah, my life was so simple.” Sam huffed as he fiddled with his phone. “Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms.”
I yawned, pushing myself to sit on the front of the car. Dean was pacing in front of us. I held a hand out to him and he took it with a sad smile as he leaned against the car, between me and Sam.
“So I guess I saved you from a boring existence.”
“Yeah, occasionally I miss boring.” Sam sighed.
Dean huffed, and I leaned against him, biting back another yawn. We were staked out in front of Cassie’s house, and the plan was to stay. I probably wouldn’t go to school tomorrow, but I would’ve rather worked a case with my brothers.
“So, this killer truck.”
Sam sighed, this time dramatically. “I miss conversations that didn’t start with ‘this killer truck’. Ahh…” He sighed again.
Dean smiled as he shook his head. “Well, this Cyrus guy. Evil on a level that infected even his truck. When he died, the swamp became his tomb, and his spirit was dormant for 40 years.”
“So what woke it up?” I asked, yawning again.
Dean wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into him. I slumped against him, and the leather jacket warmed my cheek instantly.
“The construction on his house. Or destruction.” Dean shrugged.
“Oh, right. Demolition or-” I yawned again, then sniffed. “Remodeling can awaken spirits, make them restless.” I rubbed my eyes.
Dean hummed, and Sam snickered.
“Like that theatre in Illinois, ya know?”
“And the guy that tore down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy who kept Cyrus’ murder quiet and unsolved.”
“So now his spirit is awakened and out for blood.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Dean sighed.
“Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyways.” I sighed.
“You know we’re gonna have to dredge that body up from the swamp, right?” Sam turned to Dean, who smiled.
“Jesus. Can we call the Richmonds and get their help?” I asked, looking up at Dean before yawning again.
“Man.” Sam snorted.
“You said it.” Dean huffed.
“Hey.” Cassie called, and Dean stood, moving his hand to my knee as he looked at Cassie.
“Hey. She’s asleep. Now what?”
“Well you should stay put and look after her. We’ll be back. Don’t leave the house.” Dean ordered.
Cassie smiled. “Don’t go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it.”
Dean looked back at Sam and I as we chuckled. He looked down at his feet then back up.
“Don’t leave the house please?” Dean pouted, and Cassie smiled.
They leaned into each other and started to make out, and I squirmed, giggling. It was good to see Dean with someone who made him genuinely happy, not just a passing-by hook up. Sam wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me off the hood. I squeaked as he swung me around and dropped me in front of the passenger door.
Sam cleared his throat, and Dean snickered as he broke apart from Cassie.
“You two comin’ or what?”
Sam and I looked at each other once more with a giggle.
***
“Alright, let’s get her up.” Sam called to Dean.
“A little more. Little more. Little more. Alright, stop!” I put a hand up to Dean.
He was driving a stupid giant tractor, which was pulling the nasty, rusted truck from the water. He turned the tractor off and hopped off, meeting me at Baby’s trunk.
“Nice going, Freckles.” I elbowed him.
“Hell yeah.” Dean grinned, popping the trunk open.
“Now I get what she sees in you.” Sam scoffed.
“What?” Dean looked up, practically elbow deep in the weapons compartment.
I rolled my eyes, and Sam laughed.
“What?” Dean turned back to us, confused, hands on his hips.
“Oh, don’t play. You’re still in love with her.”
“Can we please focus?” Dean glared at me through narrowed eyes.
“Dean, we’re just saying.”
“Hold that.” Dean shoved a canister of salt into my hands, and I huffed.
“Alright, What else?”
“Gas, flashlight…” Dean trailed off, now in business mode.
“Alright, alright, let’s go.” I pulled on his wrist.
Sam chuckled as we made our way back to the car. Dean pushed me into Sam’s chest as he opened the door. An old, rotting body fell out and I jumped back, disgusted.
***
“Wait, no, I wanna do it!” I jumped up, reaching for the matches as Dean pulled it up out of my reach.
Sam shrugged, and Dean rolled his eyes with a smile as he handed me the box.
I lit the match and let it fall onto the body, watching as it went up in flames. I shivered, and Dean wrapped his arms around me. Sam leaned over, pushing Dean’s head out of the way to press a kiss to the top of my head.
“Think that’ll do it, De?” Sam asked.
I blinked as I looked up between them. Sams rarely called Dean by ‘De’, but when he did, it was a soft moment between the two.
Dean was about to open his mouth, and then the sound of an engine revving made us jump. Dean’s arms tightened around me and he scowled.
“I guess not.”
***
“So burning the body did nothing?” I asked, looking up at Dean, panic growing.
“Sure it did.” Dean snorted. “Now he’s just pissed.”
“But Cyrus’ ghost is gone, right?” Sam was also panicked. “De?”
“Apparently not the part that’s fused with the truck.”
“Gimme your keys.” I held my hand out.
“What?” Dean looked at me.
I grabbed him by the jacket and yanked the keys from his pocket. I turned and scampered away before he could catch me.
“Olive, what are you going?”
“Kid, where the hell are you going?” Dean growled.
“Getting him away from you guys. I’m not white, I burned his body, I’m a good driver. I can lead him away while you guys burn that pile of shit.” I hissed, pointing at the rusted truck.
“Wait, wait!” Dean ran after me. “No, you’re a kid, you can’t just-”
“How the hell are we supposed to burn a truck, Ol?”
“I dunno, figure something out!” I ran from Dean, ducking into the car and locking the door.
“Figure some-something…” Sam trailed off.
Dean hit the window and glared at me as I started the car.
“Olive. Let me in.”
“No! Help Sam.” I hissed.
“Olive Sam Winchester! Don’t be a fucking brat, let me in.” He hit the window again.
I rolled my eyes before leaning over and unlocking the passenger door.
“Buckle up. I’m driving.” I turned the car around before slamming the gas.
“Okay, we need a plan.” Dean scoffed as he looked behind us.
The truck revved, and I pumped the gas, the Impala pushing 80 on the wet road. Dean pulled his phone out and put it to his ear, hanging onto the dash.
“Sam!” A pause. “Well we don’t have a minute! What are we doing?” Another pause.
The truck got closer. I couldn’t see the plates, and his lights were blinding me. I flipped the rear view up and floored it. Baby’s engine groaned, but she sped up to 100.
“Get back to me?” Dean mumbled, disgruntled.
“Dean, I’m gonna run out of road.” I warned, once again pumping the gas.
My phone rang, and Dean dug through my jacket pocket, snatching it and flicking it open.
“Alright, guys?”
“Sams, this better be good.” I hissed, pushing the gas as far as it would go.
She topped out at 120, and the truck was gaining quickly.
“Where are you guys?”
“In the middle of nowhere with a killer truck on our asses! It’s like it knows Olive put the torch to Cyrus.” Dean twisted around to look at the truck.
“Listen to me! This is important. I have to know exactly where you are.”
“I dunno!” I shouted back as the truck inched closer.
“Decatur road. About two miles off the highway.” Dean was sitting completely backwards now.
“Okay. Headed East?”
“Yes!”
The truck backended us, and the tires spun out.
“Fuck! Shit!” I hissed as the wheel spun before letting me take control once more, tires to ice.
Dean looked back at the truck and slid into the middle seat, putting a hand on my knee. “You’re doing great, angel, just keep going.”
“Okay, uh, turn right! Up ahead bug, turn right!”
“Hold on.” I growled to Dean as I slammed the brakes, the car swinging onto the road on the right.
The truck followed, and I pumped the gas once more, bringing her to 98.
“You make the turn?”
“Yeah, Sam, she made the turn.” Dean was trying to stay calm so that I would stay calm, but I could see right through him.
He was scared and angry, maybe more so than I was.
“Bubs, you’ve gotta move this thing along a little faster.” I pleaded, pressing the gas as far as it would go.
“Alright, you see the road up ahead?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Dean and I answered at the same time, and I felt my blood grow colder as I checked the side mirror, only to see the truck gaining on us.
“Okay, you’ve gotta turn left.”
“Wha-left?” I looked to Dean, eyes huge.
“All you’ve gotta do is slam the brakes. He’ll keep going, you can gun it down the road. Okay?”
I nodded, waiting until I was a few yards away from the road. Dean grabbed me by the shoulders and steadied his hand against the dash. I glanced at him and he nodded at me. I slammed the brakes, lurching forward. I slipped from Dean’s grasp, my nose slamming into the steering wheel.
“Are you guys okay?” Sam must’ve heard me mumble a curse under my breath.
“Yeah, we’re fine.” I turned the wheel as far as it would go and turned onto the smaller road.
“Now what?”
“You need to go seven tenths of a mile and then stop.”
I glanced at Dean out of the corner of my eye. “Stop?” I echoed.
“Olive, it has to be exactly seven tenths.”
“Shit. Seven tenths.”
“What are-”
“Point two.”
“When it hits point nine, turn her around and stop.” Dean instructed.
I glanced between the road and the speedometer, and Dean turned around, looking for the truck.
.05…
.06…
.07…
.08…
.09
I went for the emergency brake, and Baby spun around, now facing where we had come from. I put her in reverse and backed her up a foot, now exactly between two posts on the sides of the roads, a broken down wall to Dean’s side. The truck appeared on the road, engine revving.
I glanced at Dean, and he swallowed hard.
“Guys, you still there?”
“Yeah.” I let out a breath, feeling sick to my stomach.
“What’s happening?”
“It’s just sitting here staring at us. What do we do?” Dean asked, reaching for my hand.
I took it and squeezed, adrenaline from the chase still pumping, but I was horrified.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Bring it to you.”
Dean and I looked at each other, and my nose began to burn. My eyes welled with tears as I breathed.
“Sammy…”
“Jelly bean, just trust me.”
Dean looked down at me and nodded. “We’ll be okay. I promise you.”
The truck’s tires began to spin in the mud, and it finally gained traction, coming right towards us.
“Dean.” My voice was quiet, and my heart felt like it was burning a hole into my stomach.
“Come on, come on.” Dean whispered as he wrapped his arms around my torso and brought me into him, shielding me from watching.
I hid my face in his shirt and began to sob as he held me tightly. The roar of the truck’s engine grew louder and louder, and I felt Dean squeeze me with one arm, the other now gone.
Nothing came, and the truck’s engine went quiet. Dean let out a huff, and I slowly looked up, confused.
“It’s gone.” He shrugged at me.
“Guys? You still there?”
Dean and I only stared at each other, confused.
“De? Bug?”
“Uh yeah, Sam where the hell did it go?”
“You guys are where the church is.”
Dean squinted, and I scoffed. “What?”
“The place Cyrus burned down. Where he killed all those kids.”
Dean looked around, and I scoffed again. “Not much of it left.”
Sam laughed, “Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they’re destroyed, so I figured, maybe, that would get rid of it.”
Dean’s eyes snapped up. “Maybe? Maybe?” Dean roared. “What if you were wrong? Olive could’ve died, Sam!”
“Hey, it’s okay.” I grabbed his hands and held them in mine, giving him my best puppy eyes.
“Huh. Honestly, that thought hadn’t occurred to me.”
Dean stared at the phone before hanging up. “Well honestly, it didn’t occur to me.” He mocked, rolling his eyes.
I giggled at the high pitch of his voice and he scowled as he shook his head. “I’m gonna kill him. Now move over, I’m driving back.”
***
“Hey.” I whispered as Taylor slipped past the crowd of kids leaving the school and to me.
“Hi. Where’ve you been?” She asked, eyes wide and beautiful under the sunlight.
I sighed. “Um… my brothers needed help with the job… It was a late night, but we got it done.” I shook my head. “I just wanted to come say goodbye.”
Her shoulders fell and she sighed. “Does… does that mean you guys are leaving?”
I sniffled, feeling my eyes well with tears. “Taylor, I’m really sorry. I wish things could be different, but-”
“Can I just…” She cut me off, staring at me with her mouth open.
“What?”
“Can I kiss you?”
My heart went rapid-fire in my chest, and I felt my stomach get tingly. I licked my lips and nodded, and she smiled her perfect, soft, pink, heart-lipped smile before putting her hands on my neck and leaning down to kiss me. I melted into her hold, placing my hands on her waist and inching closer, onto the tips of my toes to meet her lips.
She pulled back, wiped a tear from her cheek, took my hands in hers, then smiled at me. “Maybe one day…”
I nodded. “We’ll see each other again.”
She squeezed my hands. “It was nice meeting you, Olive.”
I grinned. “Yeah. You too, Taylor.”
“Stay safe.” She let our hands fall apart as I took a step back.
I nodded again. “I will be.” I sniffled, ignoring the tears falling down my cheeks. “I’ll see you around, Ty.”
I turned on my heel and let the tears stream down my face, trying so hard to keep my breathing in check. I focused on Dean and Sam sitting in Baby. Dean looked my way, then away, and right back. He pushed out of the car and met me in front of the passenger side.
“Hey sweetie.” He brushed my hair behind my ear, face full of concern.
I let out a breath before taking another one in, body shuddering. I closed my eyes and let out a small whimper.
“Hey. Come on.”
“Bug…” Sam opened the door.
I blinked, looking up at them.
“There’s my girl.” Dean cooed.
“Is she upset?” Sam asked me, reaching out for my hand.
I shrugged as I took it. “Who wouldn’t be?”
Dean grabbed me by the cheeks and turned me to face him. I started to cry again, feeling like I was about to get yelled at.
“Listen, pumpkin. If you ever want to stay anywhere, for any reason. All you have to do is say the word.” He put a hand on my cheek and studied my face as I cried harder.
I had forgotten that this was Dean, not Dad.
“Cookie, it’s gonna be okay.” Sam’s hand landed on my back, rubbing small circles.
I sniffed and hugged Dean again, crashing into him with my arms around his middle. We were in the middle of the parking lot, and other kids were definitely watching me sob.
“Ollie, I’m serious. I would put the world on hold for you if it meant you were happy. Do you understand me?”
I nodded, feeling tears well up again.
“You are my baby.” He bent down to catch my eye. “I would do anything for you.”
I looked from him to Sam, seeing pain and pity and sadness on both of their baby-faces. I shook my head.
“I couldn’t do that to her. This stuff follows us around. I couldn’t put her in that position.” I sighed, then broke into a smile. “Besides, I’ve got absolutely everything I need right here.”
Dean smiled, brushing my hair behind my ears as he cupped my cheeks. “So… girls, am I right?”
I broke into a giggle as he smiled wider, pulling me into a hug.
“We love you, baby girl. Wouldn’t trade you for the world.”
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