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❪ 19 ／ abducted  ❫
━━━━ ❛ i can't help you. ❜
volume 1 , season 6

NOVEMBER ENDED FASTER THAN THE WINCHESTERS EXPECTED, barely a week into December and the weather was already sweater worthy. It's been at least a week since Sam and Dean's conversation in the garage, and the youngest brother couldn't figure out a good way to sit down and apologize to Olive.

He tried doing it in simple acts, like coloring with her at the table or sitting by her side when she wanted to watch TV—where he tried forming an apology, only to be shut down when he realized Olive was fast asleep on the couch.

They hadn't taken a case since the Dragons and none of them were that upset about it. Sam could see how much Dean needed the vacation, considering he spent every waking moment with Olive.

It made Sam happy to see how much time Dean took out of his day to take care of her and make her feel included, even when the job got in the way. Sam knew it was because their father did the exact opposite when they were children. Dean wanted to stray as far away from his father's parenting.

"So, I just got off the phone with Bobby." Dean announced, walking into the main area of the motel room and making a bee-line straight to the table where Olive sat organizing her rocks.

"He got anything else on this Mother Of All thing?" Sam asked, looking away from the TV.

Dean could be seen poking Olive's rocks out of place, making her angry as she put them back in a straight line ( Only to be poked again ) Sometimes Dean acted more like a child than his actual child.

"Nope. Nothing solid." He says, slightly distracted. "It's been quiet."

Sam's phone beeps on the nightstand. "Quiet like quiet, or quiet like too quiet?" He asked, grabbing the phone.

"When is it ever just quiet?" Dean scoffs.

Olive shakes her head. "If she really is the mother of all, her garden must be full." She said knowingly.

Dean turns to her, confused. "Huh?"

"Her garden." She repeated innocently, looking between the men who continued to stare confused. "The one where the babies are kept!"

"Olive. . .where do you think babies come from?" Sam said, amused.

"When the mommy and daddy want a baby, she goes into the garden and pulls it out of the dirt. Like a flower." Olive explained as if it were the obvious thing in the world.

Sam turns to Dean, holding in a laugh. He nods for Olive's sake, pretending like she was absolutely right on the subject while Dean banged his head on the table.

Sam's smile turns into a confused frown, looking down at his phone with a soft hum of acknowledgment.

"What is it?" Dean asked, trying to change the subject. Sam tosses his phone. "What are these? Coordinates? Who's it from?" He questions quickly.

Sam just shrugs. "I have no idea."

"Great. Another case." Olive banged her head on the table.

The number was traced back to Bristol, Rhode Island, where three women disappeared in the last week. They pack up their things and travel across the states, filling the awkward silence with music and eye-spy.

There was a point on the drive where Sam and Olive drowned on in aimless conversation, mostly just picking on Dean but the older hunter didn't mind if it meant they started getting to know each other better.

By nightfall the three ended up in a pretty decent restaurant, eating and trying to gather as much information on the missing women around the area. Dean practically force fed Olive while Sam researched on his computer.

"Well, freaks got a type." Dean says. "Brunettes." He tugs lightly at Olive's hair, causing her to swat him away. "Whoa." He holds up a missing poster towards Sam. "This one's got a little bit of the wild side. It's all in the eyes, Sam. See it?"

Sam smiles in amusement. "Alright, aside from your little deep insight there, these women have nothing in common." He explains. "They had different jobs, different friends, different everything. So what's the connection?"

Dean sighs. "Welp, you two can figure it out. I'm gonna go hit the poop deck." He motions the pirate themed bathroom. Olive couldn't help but laugh childishly at the word. Sam scoffs a laugh.

Olive angrily jabs at her boneless rib, trying her best to separate it into smaller pieces with a plastic spoon. She frowns when it snaps in half, "Darn."

Sam smiles warmly, moving the posters out of his way and grabbing her plate, using his knife to cut up her rib before passing it back to her without another word. Olive stares between the food and the hunter with a blank expression, before a smile forms on her face.

"Agent Roark?" Asked a young woman, brunette. She smiles at Sam like she knew him very well, but Sam looked completely confused. "It's good to see you again."

"It is?"

She merely nods, looking him over with a grin before motioning to the man beside her, who she just seemed to remember was there. "Oh, uh, you remember my husband?"

Sam nods. "Right."

"Don." She adds.

"Of course. Right." Sam clears his throat awkwardly. "Um, hi."

"Hello! I'm Debbie." The woman turns to Olive with a smile, but Olive didn't return it. "Is this your daughter?" She turns to Sam, who reddened. What was he supposed to refer to Olive as? He barely knew her.

"Oh, no, she-"

"I like your necklace." Olive pipes up awkwardly, voice light.

Debbie smiles. "Thank you." She leans close to Sam. "So, you're back because it started again, right?" She asked lowly. "The disappearances?"

Sam hesitates, trying to pretend that he knew what they were talking about. "Eh, yeah. Yes. So if either of you two hear anything, please let me know."

"So, where's your partner?" Debbie asked, looking around. "Big bald guy?" Sam forced a laugh, nodding in fake understanding. "Agent Wynand?"

Sam glaces at Olive, who leans forward and whispers. "Samuel." Not so quietly.

Sam nods instantly. "Right. Agent Wynand-"

"Sex rehab." Dean answered, a grin on his face as he made his way back to the table. Olive looks between the adults before quickly shoving as much food into her mouth so she didn't have to be involved. "You've heard of plushies, right?"

Sam clears his throat. "This is my new partner, and she is his daughter." He explains.

Dean shakes their hand, overfriendly. "Pleasure! Hi, how you doin'? So, Agent," He turns to his brother with a knowing look. "We should, uh. . ." He gestures to the door.

Sam nodded instantly. "Yes. Of course."

Olive hops off her stool, snagging a fry off of Sam's plate, Dean helping her with her jacket.

"It was nice chatting with you, Agent Roark." Debbie grins at him, putting a hand on his shoulder as she passes by with her husband. Sam freezes at her touch, reliving a memory that was supposed to be behind the wall.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked. "She just cougar-eyed you."

"I-I think Samuel and I have worked a case in this town." Sam admits.

Dean places a photo on the table. "You think?"

Olive leans forward, instantly looking behind the man with the pirate hat and at a soulless Sam Winchester, sitting at a table with a frowning Samuel. Olive shivers at the sight of the other Sam, looking away from the pictures void eyes.

"Come on, let's get the hell out of here."

-

The second they got back to the motel, Dean and Olive started packing their things for the ride back to Bobby's. Dean froze mid-step when he notices his little brother on the bed, reading on his computer.

He sighs. "Come on, hop to, would ya?"

"We can't go, Dean." Sam says softly.

"Uh, yeah, we can." He responds by grabbing another duffle bag. "Aye," He snaps to Olly, who was midway from shoving motel soaps in her backpack. She froze, still holding a bar of soap. "That's a good idea, grab the hand towels, too."

Olive nods, her mind on a mission when she rushed into the bathroom.

"No. Listen. Five guys went missing a year ago. They never found the bodies." Sam reads the article, looking at his brother who was now folding Olive's clothes. "I mean, that's gotta be the job me and Samuel worked, right?"

"What difference does it make?" He dismissed.

"A year ago, five guys go missing." Sam repeats. "And now suddenly all these women go missing. Somethings here. So either we just didn't stop it, or we only thought we did."

Dean let out a deep sigh, dropping the folded shirt back on the bed and looking towards his brother with a frown. "Okay, so why the genderbend, huh? First it's dudes, now it's chicks? That's a totally different MO."

Sam shrugs. "I don't know. The point is, somethings still here."

"Great. We call Bobby, he can deal with it."

"Why? We can deal with it." Sam said firmly.

Olive leans against the doorframe, watching them debate even when the answer was obvious. Maybe she was just bias because she wanted to go back to Bobby's, but even she knew that going to the same town twice wasn't a good idea. Not with a Winchester track record of blowing things up, breaking into houses and running away from cops who've seen their faces.

"You can't scratch the wall." Olive says bluntly.

Dean gestures to her with a thankful look. "See! A six year old has more common sense than you!"

"We're already here."

"Sam, there is a reason that hunters don't hit the same town over again." Dean says. "Because we have a habit of leaving messes."

"And I agree-"

"One of Dad's rules, you never use the same crapper twice." Dean continues.

Both Sam and Olive stare back in confusion, the eldest blinked when the two people in front of him tilted their heads slightly in opposite directions. "Dean, everyone uses the same crapper twice."

"Not us!" He states proudly, only to falter when they continue to stare. "You guys know what I mean."

"Not really." She said honestly.

Sam convinced Dean to stay in town to finish would he and Samuel started. The hunter was reluctant, he knew Sam wasn't going to walk away from this and he would rather be with him then let him do it alone.

The plan was simple. For once there was a plan.

Dean left to follow up on the missing brunettes and Sam left to talk to the cops, leaving Olive in the motel where she tried looking through lore. Now that she could read and comprehend things better, staying behind and doing research whenever Sam or Dean called was something Olive loved to do.

Especially when doing anything else would put her in danger.

Olive's eyes flutter closed for the third time, her head dipping forward and presses against the book in her hands. It was late in the night; the brothers hadn't called with any updates and Olive was finding it hard to stay awake. The door swings open just before she face-plants on the table.

"Hey." Sam greets aimlessly, holding a folder and plopping down on the couch. Olive blinks back, trying to register his presence.

"What happened?"

"I was arrested." He said nonchalantly.

Olive yawns. "Oh, okay."

He chuckles. "It won't kill you to get a few hours in before Dean gets back."

"I want to help." She says simply, voice laced with exhaustion. Sam looks to her for a moment, lips pinched together at her words. When he was younger, he would say the same thing to his father and brother. Sam wanted to help them in any way he could.

But the fact that Olive was like a younger Sam in many ways; kind, always hopeful and willing to help doesn't mean it was a good thing. At least to him. When did those qualities ever work in his favor? Especially in the long run.

"You can't help if you're face-planting into books." He smiles lightly. "The fun won't start without you, I promise."

Olive hesitates for a moment, looking between Sam and the book before nodding softly and sliding off the chair. Sam naturally assumed she would move to Dean's bed but froze in surprise when she crashed on the couch beside him, head on the arm rest and knees pulled into her chest as she slept. Sam smiles happily at their progress.

Hours of looking through files turned into the next morning for Sam, but he hadn't noticed. At some point during the night Olive shifted and now her legs were in his lap, his jacket used as a blanket. The sound of shuffling outside sent a wave of anxiousness through the hunter's body, softly moving Olive's legs and grabbing his gun off the table. Sam glanced at the child before standing in front of the couch like a wall, pointing his gun at the door.

Dean came inside moments later, unfazed by the gun pointed in his direction. "Hey, Sam." He smiles. "How does it feel to be a fugitive again?" Sam sighs in relief, putting his gun down. "Hate to say I told you so."

"Uh, you love to say I told you so." Sam frowned.

Dean walks into the main area. "Actually, you're right. I love to say I told you so." He notices Olive's sleeping figure on the couch and smiles before turning back to his brother, holding up a photo. "So, I found out something on Crazy-Eyes McGee." He speaks. "Turns out you two knew each other?"

"Wait, what?"

"Biblically." He deadpans. "I just spoke to her roommate. I gotta say, man, you really got around. I mean, soulless or not, I'm kinda impressed."

Sam seemed slightly mortified. The police radio rings out with another missing person, causing Olive to stir unnoticeably. "Missing person." Sam looks to his brother eagerly.

"Okay, alright. I'll go; you stay. Watch Olly." Dean said firmly, grabbing his brother's shoulder.

He sighs in defeat. "Yeah. Fine."

Dean grabs the door handle. "Sam." He turns back.

"What?"

"Stay. Here." He repeats.

"Fine. Go!" He said in annoyance.

The young hunter watches Dean get in his car, waiting until he drives off before instantly running back into the main room to pack a bag. Olive, who was now sitting up on the couch, watched him tiredly.

"He said to stay here." Her voice rings out. Sam jumps, dropping the bag on the ground.

"I gotta know what happened." He responds, picking up the bag.

"But people are looking for you." She said softly.

He turns to her with a knowing look. "I have to fix the things I did while I was soulless, I hate not knowing all the damage I caused. This is my case, I need to find answers."

She stares at him for a moment. "You really aren't like him."

Sam knew it could mean anything. He wasn't like his father, or his brother. Some days he wasn't even like himself. Sam's eyes widen at the thought, knowing it was most likely what Olive meant. The soulless version of him, Sam couldn't remember.

"Not even close." He says instantly.

Olive sighs, standing up and handing him his jacket. "I won't tell daddy you left." She says simply.

"Good." Sam smiles, his hand on the doorknob. "Hey, Olive?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll come back for you, I promise."

-

Olive felt uneasy, paralyzed in sleep. Her eyelids were heavy, her chest barely rising from the invisible pressure in her lungs when she tried to move her fingers. Was she having a nightmare? No. Her nightmares where different. Nightmares for Olive were like standing in quicksand, but instead of waiting to sink below the Earth you were grabbed by hands that drag you down by the ankles to finish the job.

This was a different feeling. Like a warning. This was her body's way of telling her something was very wrong.

Something was in the room with her.

Olive peels her eyes open, air getting caught in her throat as she sits up, her eyes glowing a familiar yellow hue, like flashlights, as they scanned the motel room. She blinks the hue away, realizing she was alone, Sam and Dean were still looking for the thing that took those women. Olive let's out a shaky breath.

A figure moves in the corner.

"Who's there?" She asked nervously, sitting up more to look around. "I-I have a gun!" She lies through her teeth, trying to get a good look at the figure.

"Where is Sam Winchester?" It asked.

Olive squints. "Don't know." She answers honestly. "I swear."

"Are you important to him?" It asked bluntly. The moonlight shines against the creature's face, revealing the left side of a dark-skinned man with peeling grey skin and sunken cheeks. His eyes white with sky-blue irises, both staring back at her in slits.

"I don't know." She answers more softly, still honest. "H-He left."

"But he'll come back for you." It answered. "Won't he?"

"You're the thing that's killed all those women, aren't you?" Olive asked, voice wavering. Her back pressed against the headboard fearfully, a deep panic in her chest when he moves forward. Not only was she female, but she was also a brunette like the others, and it looked like this monster had a vendetta.

"Come with me. Now." He demands.

"No thank you, mister." Olive stammers, slowly reaching for her emergency phone on the bedside table. "I-I can't help you." She softly flicks the phone open, staring straight at the man. "Please." She begs softly.

The sound of Olive clicking the second number echoed the quiet motel room. He stalks forward, causing Olive to scream out and throw the phone at his head, causing him the grunt in pain and stumble.

Olive jumps out of bed, not caring that she was only in Dean's shirt and my little pony girl-boxers as she dashed for the front door.. The feeling of strong webs wrapped around her ankles send her crashing down, her head hitting the ground.

Before Olive could completely reach for the door handle, her whole body was covered in webbing, being dragged back towards the Arachne. The last thing Olive saw before her eyes were covered in silk, where the multiple eyes that stared back at her.

-

Sam walks out of Brenna's house, holding the box of files as he stepped onto the porch. The ground was caked in snow, which not only covered the walkway but the trees around him. Olive's birthday was soon. Dean said it was the seventh which means it was only three days away.

Truthfully, Olive doesn't register what month it was. Her birthday wasn't as important to her as it was before.

His phone beeps. Sam shifts the box in his hand as he grabbed his phone from his back pocket. His brothers name on the voicemail.

"Sam. Answer the phone damnit!" His voice rings out in annoyance. "I found the connection between the missing chicks. They all banged the same dude. It's you, Sam. The text, the victims, all of it. It's a trap for you."

Sam pulls the phone away, looking around the area with paranoia. His phone rings. Sam tilts his head when Olive's name flashes on the screen. "Olly, I'm coming back—" A fearful scream rang in his ears, followed by a deep grunt of pain. His face goes pale at the voice that obviously didn't belong to a little girl. "Olive?!"

The call ends abruptly. His eyes widening in fear. A hand grabs his shoulder. Sam turns around, box dropped and gun raised high.

Dean steps back, hands raised. "Whoa! Dude."

"I almost shot you. Again." Sam snapped.

"I figured you'd come and talk to her! I told you to stay home and watch, Olly." Dean responds in annoyance.

Sam pales at the name. "Dean—"

"Come on, we gotta get you outta here—"

"Dean!" Sam says louder, causing Dean to freeze. "It has Olive!"

Sam had never seen his brother pale so fast. "What?" He managed.

"She called me, but she screamed a-and then I heard another voice." His voice breaks. "It has Olive."

Dean's face morphs from horror straight to rage, his green eyes darkening with every word that left Sam's lips. "Car. Now."

-

Olive groans out, her head pounding as she stirred. She wasn't wrapped in a cocoon. Her hands and legs were tied roughly together. She sat with her back pressed against the wall; where sniffling could be heard from beside her. Olive blinked, her hazel eyes straining on a woman who sat across from her.

She was older, dark brown hair and pretty blue eyes. She hid under an old desk, "Are you okay?" The woman managed through her tears.

Olive shifts, "No." She answered, voice hoarse and pitched as she blinked away the pain. "A-Are you?"

"I think so." She says.

Olive looks around, a frown on her face. "How long have we been in here?"

She sniffles. "Hours. . .Why would Roy take you?"

"Roy?"

"My hus—well, ex-husband." She said.

"That thing is your husband?" Olive blinked.

"He wasn't always like that." She defended. "A-And he wouldn't have kidnapped a child."

Olive looks away, shaking her head. "He thinks Sam will come for me."

The woman sits up. "You know Sam too?"

"He's. . ." Olive trailed. "He's my dad's brother."

"You're Olive." She said knowingly. "Sam talked about you. I'm Brenna."

Olive shifts. "He talked about me?"

Brenna smiles softly. "Before, when he came to see me for those files. He said you're brave."

"Yeah well. . Dean will get us out of here." Olive says proudly. "I know he will."

"They're coming." Roy stalks forward, instantly looking towards Olive. Brenna crawls over to the child in hopes to shield her, but wasn't quick enough. Roy grabs Olive by the arm, dragging her away from Brenna who screamed for him to stop.

"Get off me!" Olive yelled, punching weakly at his hands. Roy throws her lightly in the other side of the shed, webbing her mouth shut. Olive glares back.

"Keep quiet." Roy huffs. "I don't know what you are but you're not getting in the way."

"Roy! Stop!" Brenna yells. "Why are you doing this?"

"Do you know what he did to me?!" Roy bellows. "He shot me!" He points to his head. "But it didn't kill me. No. He left me there to die! They set the place on fire!"

"No." Brenna shakes her head. "No, he wouldn't."

Even if Olive could speak, she wouldn't defend Sam. At least not soulless Sam. Olive knew what that Sam was capable of, and leaving someone behind was never a second thought to him.

"They're here." Roy announced, stepping away from the woman and into the shadows of the shed. Waiting. Brenna and Olive make eye contact across the room.

Dean's voice bounces off the walls of the shed. "My spidey-senses are tingling."

Olive shifts, trying to crawl out of the spot Roy had her in.

"Sam?" Brenna calls out.

Olive watched as Sam runs right past her hiding spot towards Brenna, who looked at him nervously. "Brenna?"

"What you did to Roy, is it true?" Her eyes shined with tears.

"Where is my daughter?!" Dean yells impatiently, a grip on his gun. "Did you see what he did to her? Is she okay?!"

Roy grabs Dean by the shoulder, throwing him into a beam with his unnatural strength. He then throws Sam across the room, lifting him up and grabbing him by his throat with a heated glare.

"Answer the question, Sam!"

Dean groans, turning on his back. Olive rapidly kicks the mental dresser, screaming through the web until her cheeks turn red from the lack of air. Dean's eyes snap to her spot, instantly scrambling towards her.

"Olive!" He pulls the webbing from her mouth. She instantly inhales as much air as possible, expanding her little lungs. "Are you hurt?! Did he touch you?!"

"Daddy." Was the only thing Olive could manage, gripping his arms. She continued to repeat it, tears streaming from her eyes.

Dean let's out a shaky breath, cutting the rope at her legs with his machete. "You're gonna be okay—" Roy grabs Dean by the back of his head, pulling him away from Olive. She screams out when Dean doesn't get up.

Olive watched through tears as Roy ties Sam and Dean against a beam with webbing. "Do something!" She screams to Brenna, who hadn't moved an inch since the fight broke out.

Brenna glances at her, but doesn't move.

"Come here." Roy lifts her up. Olive kicks him instantly causing Roy to roll his eyes.

The boys stir. Sam being the first one to open his eyes. He looks to Olive instantly, "Olive—"

"I'm okay." She reassured. Sam manages a nod.

"You gotta admit, I look good, Sam." He chuckles, pointing to the fleshed hole in his head. "Well, except for the little souvenir."

"Get your ashy hand, off my kid!" Dean snaps.

"You win. I'm here." Sam says breathlessly. "Let Brenna and Olive go. This has nothing to do with them."

"You come back around and starting handing out with my wife!" Roy snaps. "And you think this has nothing to do with her?" He chuckles bitterly. "You take everything away from me, and I'll do the same." His fingers curl into Olive's shoulder, causing her to yelp in pain.

Dean grunts against the webbing as Sam closes his eyes. It seemed that Olive got hurt for everything Sam did. And it makes him even more guilty.

"But then, you thought I was out of the way, right?" Roy continued. "I gotta say, you get a hell of a lot wrong, Sam. Like that thing you threw me to. You thought it was here to feed."

"She was here to breed." Sam realized.

"Yeah." Roy states. "That thing was Plato the mating game, and I guess I fit her profile! Me and all those other poor bastards. She bit us to turn us into what she was." He pushes Olive out of the way. She crashes onto the ground, her bare knees scraping the floor. "By the time you pulled the trigger, I wasn't human. Not anymore. So bullets didn't hurt me as much."

Olive scrambles up, looking towards Dean who shakes his head. Her eyes drop down to his hands, where he used a piece of broken glasses to cut his way through the web.

"Oh, and neither did the fire." Roy gets closer. "So after you left, well, we ran. I hid for months, nearly starved. But you know what kept me going? Every night I dreamed about ripping your throat out." Sam bows his head. "I thought I was sending you a neon sign. The text? Taking all those girls you screwed? I was kicking so much sand in your eye, I couldn't figure out why you weren't getting it! Then Bren tells me you got brain damage. . .it's just too good."

Brenna turns her head in shame.

"Where are they, Roy?" Sam asked. "The woman."

"Scattered in the wind. They're like me now." Roy explains. "You killed one monster, you made so many more. Congratulations. The only question is; do I kill you? Or turn you?"

Dean breaks free from the webs, running towards his machete on the ground. Roy grabs him instantly, throwing him against the wall, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up.

It all happened so fast. Brenna screaming for Roy to stop, Olive jumping to her feet. Brenna breaks Sam free, the hunter grabbing the machete from her hands only to turn around and stumble back as Olive let out a powerful scream.

Her eyes turn a yellow hue, her arms extending towards Roy. She closes her fist, causing Roy to drop Dean and curl into himself, letting out a painful grunt.

Sam watches with wide eyes as Olive throws Roy right into a beam, only to pick him up by her invisible wave of energy and slam him back to the ground. She flicks her wrist up, causing Roy to stand in place, twitching.

She was controlling him.

"Sam, now!" Dean yells, completely unfazed as he scrambled to his feet.

Sam managed a nod, cutting the machete straight through his check. Roy's head rolling before them.

The Winchesters stood around the body, panting tiredly. Sam looks towards Olive with wide eyes. How could he not see it before? Of course she wasn't a normal child, there had to be something about her if she's lived this long.

What would demons want with a little kid? Well, now Sam knows.

Brenna rushes forward, crying mutely as she stared at her husband. She had accepted he was dead a long time ago, the man she loved was long gone. But it still hurt.

"W-What are you?" Brenna stammered, looking towards Olive cautiously. Sam looks down at her too, waiting for an answer. Olive softly looks to Dean, who nods in encouragement.

She smiles. "I'm a guardian."

-

"Is Brenna going to be okay?"

Sam sighs, leaning against the hood of the car where Olive sat, cleaning the scrapes of her knees. "Hopefully." He glances at her knees. "You alright?"

"Hopefully." She responds cheekily.

A smile tugs at his lips, before frowning. "Olive I'm—"

"It wasn't you." She says softly. "I know that now."

He sighed. "No. No it was me. Everything that's happened to this exact moment was my fault. Roy took you."

"But you came back for me." She smiles. "Like you promised."

Sam shakes his head. "That's not the point. I-I don't remember what I put you through, but what I did, it affected everything. Dean told me that he used to tell you bedtime stories of the person I was—well is." He says. "But you didn't get that version of me, you got the really sucky one and it wasn't fair."

"And I'm so sorry, Olive. You deserve a family that cares about you. You're a Winchester. And I know the title isn't much, and this family isn't anything like normal ones." He sighs. "But it's still ours. A-And I'm here for you, alright?"

"Even with my freaky powers?" Olive sniffles. Olive looks up to him, tears pooling in her eyes. She didn't realize how much a simple apology meant to her.

Sam smiles. "I know a thing or two about freaky powers."

"I know the best way to make amends." She says happily. Although the words amends sounded more like almonds, but Sam wasn't going to correct her.

"Oh yeah? What?"

"Tea party."

Sam reels back. "Seriously?" Olive puts her hands on her hips. "Alright. Tea Party. Completely down for it."

"But I have to warn you, my secret ingredient is glitter." She said in a whisper, so no one would hear.

Sam nods in understanding, holding in a laugh. "It's obviously the best part of tea."

Olive brightened. "Exactly!!"

Dean and Brenna walk back up to the house after burning Roy's remains. The hunters nod to each other as Brenna makes her way back up to her home. Sam pats Olive's leg before running after Brenna.

"You two alright?" Dean asked.

She smiles. "We're gonna be okay."

"Good." He sighs, leaning against the car door. "Thought I lost you."

"I'm fine." She says simply.

"I know." Dean smiles. "But you'd tell me if you weren't?"

She glances at him. "Would you?"

"Probably not." He said honestly.

"Then probably not." She said softly. "I just don't want you to worry about me.

"It's my job. I'm your dad." Dean shakes his head.

"I know, but still. . .I'm fine." She repeats.

"I-I just need you to be honest with me, Olly, about everything. Even if it's small." Dean says suddenly.

"Your cowboy obsession is kinda weird." Olive admits.

He deadpans. "You know what I mean."

She sighs. "I promise I'll be honest."

He pokes her cheek. "Good. Let's go home."

-

"You okay?" Olive asked softly, sitting beside Sam as he packed his things into his backpack with a deep frown.

"I'm okay." He responds, but Olive wasn't convinced. She gives him a look, which he sighed to. "Dean was right."

"Of course I was." Dean responds, walking into the main room. "About what again?"

"I shouldn't have come back here."

Dean sighs. "Well, you did kill Spider-Man."

"So you're suggesting what I did back there, was a good thing?" Sam scoffs.

"I'm just saying—"

"What?" He pressed.

Dean falters. "Sam, you gotta understand that all that crap last year, all of it. . .none of that was you."

Sam clenches his jaw. "Let's be crystal clear, okay? It was me."

Olive frowns, agreeing with Sam. Dean was trying so hard for his brother to not take responsibility, but the truth was. Soulless Sam was Sam, same thoughts, same skills, just filtered by a good conscience. Sure, he had no control over what Soulless Sam did, and he shouldn't have to pick up the pieces, but they were still his pieces.

He needed to set it right.

"Well, can I get you anything?"

"What are you now, my waitress?"

Dean groans. "I'm just trying to make you feel better, don't be such a bitch." He snaps from the other room.

"I'm fine." Sam says lightly. Olive gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah you look fine." Dean mutters back. "All I'm saying is, everything is gonna be okay."

Olive knits her eyebrows in worry, as Sam sways on his feet. "I don't know, Dean. If I did this here, then who knows how many others. I—"

Suddenly, Sam crashes backwards. Olive cries out, dropping to her knees beside him as he shook on the ground. It was like he was seizing.

"Sam? Sammy!" Dean echoes above him, worried. "Sammy, talk to me!"

Sam freezes, his eyes widen open as he gasped out for air. He wasn't responding.

"S'cuse me." Olive crawls over to Sam, placing her hand on his chest as he continued to stare forward.

"Olive—"

"I can help!" She cries out.

Dean watched gingerly as Olive closed her eyes, pressing both her hands against her chest. The palms of her hands glowed a soft yellow hue. The veins in Sam's body glowing the same vibrant color.

The wall. It was cracking. Olive wasn't strong enough to see it through her eyes but she could feel it. The soul from the cage, burning up like a forest fire, consuming him. It was like her skin was on fire too, she could feel the damage.

Without hesitation, or an understanding of what she was doing. Olive puts all of the energy she could muster towards all the parts of Sam's soul that needed the most mending. Like a puzzle, Olive put as many pieces back together as she could.

"Olive stop!!" Dean screams, physically pulling her back from Sam's body. He looked panicked, holding her body close to his chest as he looked down at her.

She stared back, confused. "I-I almost had it, I was so close. ." Her voice wavered, strained.

Dean wasn't listening, rocking her back and forth as he tried to wipe her face with his sleeve. It was then Olive realized, she was bleeding from her eyes.

Olive turns away, looking towards Sam's body. Sam lets out a gasp, sitting up. The last thing she saw before darkness clouded her vision, was Sam looking back at her.

Completely worried.