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volume 1 , season 6

"Olly— Olive, wait!"

Olive speed walks away from Dean, attempting to get to her trailer before the tears began to fall. Dean grabs gently at her sweater, lifting her off the ground with little effort. She hangs in air-jail for a split second before Dean placed her back down in front of him.

Olive crossed her arms, puffing out her chest as she attempted to glare, "I don't want to talk to you—"

"Well, too bad because I want have things I wanna say." Dean mirrored her stance, narrowing his eyes. "I understand you're upset—."

"I thought I lost the journal," Olive emphasized, "I thought. . .I thought I was irresponsible enough to lose the only thing I have about my past! And if I asked you if you saw it, you lied! You're a liar!"

"Cut me some slack, O!" Dean huffed out, "You're practically a mythical creature, I think I deserve to know what the hell is going on!"

Olive falters, "Creature?"

"I just mean—," Dean ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words, "You have abilities that none of us have ever dealt with before. As you father, I need to understand what's going on with you so that I know how to help you."

Olive looks down at her shoes, shoulders slumped.

"Look, O, I'm sorry," Dean kneels down, hoping to catch her gaze at her level, wanting her to see that he genuinely meant it, "I really am, I could've gone about it better. I just wanted to understand what I were dealing with; I wanted to be sure that I could protect you. To know more about your parents so that. . ." He looks down for a second, realizing what he was about to admit, "So that if they ever came back, I could handle it."

"You think. . .that they'll come back?" Olive's voice was small, choosing her words carefully.

Dean shrugs, "I dunno. Do you want them to come back?"

Instantly, Olive shook her head, "No. I want to stay with you and Uncle Sam."

Dean released a breath he didn't realize he was holding, the tension in his bones relaxing at her answer. Dean gives her a gentle smile, "I don't wanna fight, O. I'm sorry, I really am. You're not some creature, you're my kid. It's scary not knowing the right move to make to raise you, I just wanted to be prepared."

Olive sighed, kicking her foot into the ground. She wasn't mad at Dean, his answer made sense. Besides, it wasn't like the journal was really gone.

"You could've just asked me, ya know." Olive settled on her response, "I would've shown it to you."

Dean held his arms out, "I know." Olive couldn't help but smile, running into his hug and squeezing tight, "Come on, we left Sammy on set, he's probably freaking out."

After coming up with a plan and failing at recreating Balthazar's spell; which ended up with them running through breakaway glass; the Winchester's felt like they were out of options.

The three walk down the set with bummed out expressions, Olive mostly grumbling to herself as she pushed her glasses up her nose.

"Maybe we did it wrong." Sam sighed, plopping on the couch inside Dean's trailer.

Dean shakes his head. "No. No, that spell was perfect. It should have worked."

"Maybe we just gotta find another way." Olive said optimistically.

"And what if we can't?" Sam replies slowly. Dean and Olive look up at him confused, waiting for him to explain. "Look, I was up all night, looking online. There's no sign that anything like the Apocalypse happened here. Ever. And as far as I can tell, monsters, ghost, demons? They're all pretend."

"No hunters?" Olive asked in shock.

Sam nods. "No hunters. Maybe that's why our spell didn't work. Maybe here, there's no supernatural, no magic."

She looks away for a moment, realizing through all this madness, she hasn't felt anything. "I don't feel the souls here." Olive admits, "Ever since we crossed over, I feel normal. ."

Dean's eyes widened. "You say anything?"

"I-I don't know," she says quickly. "I guess I didn't notice."

"No demons, no hell, no heaven." Dean listed, glancing at Olive. "No mini Guardian. . .no God."

"Even better, no angels." Sam adds.

Olive frowns. "I don't see how that's better. . ."

-

As the day dragged on, Olive was whisked away by Annie. The child was forced to sit through three interviews with different people asking about the show, but Olive was never good with rapid question games and found herself stammering responses that didn't make any sense.

"So, Violet, you've been on the show for almost a full season now and rates are on the rise," The interviewer smiled so wide that Olive wanted to ask if her face hurt. "Tell the world what it's like for someone so young to be on the big screen, working with such a growing franchise!"

Olive blinked twice, once at the interviewer and again at the camera, "Pass."

The interviewer awkwardly chuckles, blinking rapidly back, "Oh-kay. Uh, isn't it just so much fun workin' alongside Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles? Are they nice to you?"

Olive shifts, "Pass."

The interviewer glares this time, motioning to her cameraman to cut the footage. When the light goes off, the interviewer leans forward, "Listen, kid, you have to give us something. Where's your PR team?"

Annie runs up, looking stressed out, "Violet! Bob Singer's been looking for you. You missed your daily phone call with your uncle—"

Olive slides out of her chair and runs.

Annie groans, attempting to chase after her for yet another time in the last three hours. Olive was too quick. The second the little girl ducked between two tables she was out of Annie's sight.

Olive spots Sam and Dean walking around, stopping her sprint right in between them.

"There you are," Sam looks down, ruffling her hair.

"Sorry, got stuck in a Hell." Olive grumbled.

Dean winched, "You do not want to be stuck in Hell, trust me." He claps his hands together, "Okay so, maybe we can't get out of Earth Two right now, but the least we can do is get the hell out of the Canadian part."

Olive stares wide eyed when they passed a group of stunt-doubles that looked disturbingly like the three of them.

"I'm okay with that." Olive nods.

"If I hear one more conversation about Hockey, I'm going to puke."

They pause their walking on a random set, lost. Olive hadn't realized how big these sets really were.

"This way." Both Sam and Dean point in opposite directions.

"No, this way!" Dean states, already walking forward.

"Dean, I really think we should—!" His eyes widened as a figure approached them, but Dean hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings. "Dean!"

The Angel from Bobby's house, Virgil, stands in front of Dean, his hand raised to the Hunter's temple.

"No!" Olive screamed. But like her, Virgil didn't have his powers, which means he couldn't burn Dean from the inside out. His eyes widening for a moment as Dean smirked smugly.

"Sorry, dude. Mojo-free zone." He states, sending a right hook straight into the Angel's jaw.

Olive couldn't do anything without her powers, rushing away from the line of fire and watching from afar as the brothers cornered the Angel.

"No magic in the house." Sam taunts.

"Which makes you're nothing but a dick!" Dean adds.

The fight begins from there, the hunters having the advantage from both sides.

Olive eggs it on, "Get him, dad!" She yells, mirroring his punches into the air from the corner with a jump.

They continued to fight against Virgil, only to be pulled apart from the people on set, who looked less than happy.

"He's getting away!" She yelled, pointing to Virgil's retreating figure.

"I'll break your frigging neck!" Dean screamed after him.

Kevin points to Olive with a deep frown. "You. Bob's office!"

Olive sighed deeply.

-

That fight ended with Olive getting a lecture from Bob Singer about her behavior, and no more tea party privileges ( which she was honestly thankful for at this point, there was only so much glitter she could take. )

Olive honestly kind of felt bad for ruining Violet's career.

But, of course, the worst part of being scolded was being sent back to her hotel early, which put Olive panic, not only did she have no idea what waited for her outside of set, Virgil was still out there and Sam and Dean would be nowhere near here.

So she did the logical thing and jumped out her trailer window.

"He's probably gone already."

Shooting was over, and everyone had gone home, so they snuck back on set to see if Virgil was still lurking around. They turn the corner, and the light flickers on to reveal Bob at a desk.

They three freeze at the sight of him, and Olive covers her eyes with her hands.

"I can still see you, Violet." He sighed. Olive slowly lowers her hands in defeat. "You got a minute?"

"Actually, we're looking for—"

"That extra you tried to kill?" He continued. "So, is it money? Is this the kind of act that goes away if we can scare up a coverage on a raise and more glittery objects?"

Olive holds in a gag at the thought of more glitter.

"More money?" Dean scoffed, "You already pay these three jokers enough as it is!"

"I'd like to think, that over these years we've grown closer." Bob says. "That you don't think of me as Director Bob or Executive Producer Bob Singer. But as Uncle Bob! Aren't I like an Uncle to you Violet?"

Olive blinks back. "No."

"Wait, you're kidding, right?" Sam says, "So the character in the show, Bobby Singer is—"

"What kind of douchebag names a character after himself?" Dean asked.

"That's not right." Olive shakes her head.

Bob sighs. "Okay, guys, let's begin again."

Dean leans towards his brother, whispering. "I don't think Virgil would have shagged out without getting his mitts on that key."

Sam nods, "Yeah, Yeah I agree." He pats his pocket, only to frown when he didn't feel the key, but before he could say anything to his brother, Bob was placing his hand on both of their shoulders.

"Guys. You can't come to work on poppers, and you certainly can't influence it to our younger co-stars, this isn't Disney Channel." Bob explains. "And you can't smuggle kidneys in from Mexico, and make up your own lines as you go. But most importantly, you cannot make your own lines! What about your careers?"

Sam holds his finger up. "You know what? Screw our careers, Bob!"

"What?" Bob said in shock, watching Sam turn on his heel and exit the set.

"You heard my brother." Dean states, "That's right, I said brother." He grabs Olive's hand. "Because you know what, Bob? We aren't actors, we're hunters. We're the Winchesters. Always have been and always will be! And where we're from, people don't know who we are, but you know what? We matter to that world. Hell, we even saved that world once or twice."

"We matter!" Olive echoes, throwing her hands up, "We matter!"

Dean continued, "And yeah, okay, maybe there's some fans who give a crap about this nonsense--"

"I wouldn't call it nonsense. . ." Bob said lowly.

"But tell me this, Bob Singer—"

"If that even is your real name." Olive chimed.

Dean nodded, pointing in agreement. "What does it all mean?" He asked.

Bob nods. "Okay! This is good. I mean, we've all had our psychotic breaks, right? I can work with this!"

Sam rushes back onto set, "Uh, guys. Virgil, I think he has the key."

Olive's eyes widened, "We quit!"

-

When the Winchesters went back to Sam's mansion, the last thing they expected to see Gen with tears in her eyes as she explained what had happened while they were gone.

Apparently, Misha had been brutally murdered.

Olive stands at the crime scene with the brothers, holding Dean's hand. She couldn't help but glance at the sheets covering Misha up, thankful that the body couldn't be seen.

Even if it wasn't Cas, it still looked like him, and that was enough to make Olive cry.

"The scary man killed the attractive crying man, and then he started to pray!" Said a homeless man, who was a witness to the murder. "And the strange part... after a while, I swear I heard this voice answering."

"What did it say?"

The man shakes his head. "It didn't make any sense."

"Try us." Dean pressed.

"The voice said for Virgil to return tomorrow at the place that he crossed over at the time of the crossing." He says, "Raphael would reach through the window and take him and the key home."

Olive paled at this. If Raphael was coming to get Virgil, not only would they not have any weapons to fight back, but they would also be stuck here forever.

Dean sighed, pulling out some money and handing it to the homeless man, who ran off the second the conversation ended.

"Dean. If Virgil gets back with that key, Cas is dead, and our world is toast." Sam states.

"Well, then we stop him." He said simply.

"And how do we do that?" Olive asked.

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. But how bad could an Angel with no wings be?"

They had made their way back to set the next day, early in the morning to avoid any unwanted attention. Dean, of course, had stopped for breakfast but Olive wasn't that hungry. That didn't sit well with Sam, who ended up striking a deal that if she ate her waffles she would get two piggyback ride privileges.

And Olive was a sucker for Sam's piggyback rides.

"You know that if we drop Virgil, and get the key, this might be it. We might be stuck here." Dean speaks suddenly as he paced the set they first showed up in.

Olive looks up, a deep frown on her face. "We should be optimistic. Right, Sam?" She suggests, looking up at her Uncle hopefully.

She had said the word as 'octa-misstic' but neither of them bothered to correct the child.

"We'll figure out a way back," Sam said half-heartedly, not wanting to be negative around her.

Dean turns his back to them. "Yeah, well you wouldn't be that broken up if we didn't."

Sam narrows his eyes. "What? Don't be stupid."

"I'm just saying. No hell below us, above us only sky." He said. "I mean both of you are set here."

"Dean, our friends are back there." Sam gives him a look.

"Lisa and Ben are back there," Olive adds quietly. Dean clenched his jaw at this.

"Yeah but, here you have a pretty good life, us not being family aside," He continued. "I mean, back home? The hits have been coming since you were six months old." Dean shakes his head, "Come on, you gotta admit. Being a bazillionaire, marred to Ruby? The whole package. It's no contest."

Sam shrugs, agreeing with Dean. "You know, you're right. But we just don't mean the same thing here. I mean, we aren't even brothers here, man. Olive belongs to a completely different family."

At this, Dean looks down to Olive, who had already shifted her short attention span to the fake props on set, playing mindlessly. His lips pull up in a small, admiring smile before he frowned again, "Damnit."

Sam was right.

This place might be great. But who they were didn't mean the same here, and a world without Olive as his daughter was a world that Dean didn't want to be apart of.

"All right, then. Let's get our crazy show back home so I can watch Scooby Doo with my kid."

-

"Violet! Violet!" Annie came rushing forward, breathlessly. "Your Uncle is coming on set today."

Olive freezes at the snack bar, her eyes bulging wide as she turned like a deer in headlights. "Uh, that's nice."

Annie gives her a look. "You have to go see him. You've been avoiding him, going god knows where with Jensen and Jared, I can hardly keep up!"

"No." Olive said simply, turning back to the snack bar and grabbing a handful of strawberries.

The assistant sighs, "I don't get payed enough for this." She mutters, placing her hands on her hips as she looked down at the child. "With all the stunts you've been pulling with Jared and Jensen, you're going to get a stern talking to." She says, "I heard them talking about killing you off the show because of your attitude on set!"

"So?" Olive said, making her way back to the set where Sam and Dean stayed.

Annie rushes after her. "So?! This is your career!" With a groan, the assistant grabs Olive's hand ( which forced Olly to drop her stawberries on the floor. ), dragging her towards the front gates. "If this doesn't fix your attitude I quit."

Olive follows in a panicked, looking back towards the set with worried eyes. What if Virgil showed up and the boys were forced to leave without her? Or worse, what if she has to meet her fake uncle?

"There she is." Bob mutters to a co-worker before giving Olive a forced smile. "Hey there, sweetie!"

"Save it, fake Bobby." Olive holds her hand out. Bob instantly stops his smiling, turning back to Annie with an eyebrow that she returned.

A black car rolls to a stop in front of them, and an older shorter man piles out the front seat. His hair was cut short and gray, and his ears were overly pointy ( which made him resemble a rat.) truthfully, Olive looked nothing like the man, and in her old world was often confused as Sam's child.

"Bob, dude. What the hell, right?" Eric Krikpe chuckles before turning to her. "Hey, kid, I've been hearing a lot of problems about you, is that true?"

"Yes."

"Oh, okay."

"Eric, thanks for coming!" Bob said, "I know you're busy, it means a lot that we can still call on you."

"Yeah, yeah!" He nods. "Misha, right?"

"I know it awful." Annie said honestly, concern in her tone.

"Totally awful. Yeah." Eric says, "Got us the front page of Variety, though. Did you see that?" He shrugs.

"Front page? Really?" Bob nodded enthusiastically.

Olive watches the exchange with shock. "A man died." She reminded.

"Just awful." They repeated.

"Anyway, how's OctoCobra?" Eric changes the subject.

"Oh! I think I really had a breakthrough. Tell you all about it over lunch."

Olive freezes, a sudden chill running down her spine. Something didn't feel right, and in the heat of her fear she grabs Annie's hand, who's eyes widened in shock at the contact.

That was when she saw him.

Virgil walking in their direction, carrying a gun.

"That guy. I think that's the extra!"

Eric nods. "Fantastic! We can nip this bud right now!" He then motions for Virgil to come forward, ignoring Olive's loud shouts of plea. "Hey, extra! Over here!"

"He has a gun." Annie pointed out, tilting her head.

Olive watches in horror as Virgil shoots Eric multiple times, sending him back. He was dead before he hit the ground, and it sent a chain of screams through the crowd around them.

Annie let out a shrill, covering her mouth in shock. Olive wasted no time grabbing the woman's hand, pulling her behind the car just as Bob was shot through the chest.

"Under here!" Olive screamed, pushing Annie under the van.

Annie scrapes her knee getting under, trying to pull Olive with her. "Come on! Before he comes this way!"

Olive pulls her hand away, "I have to find Sam and Dean!"

Annie stammered. "What are you talking about!? Now isn't the time for pretend! Get under here!"

Olive pops her head from behind the car, watching as Virgil makes his way into the set Sam and Dean were currently in. The child gives a loud sigh before tuning back to the woman.

"Look, ma'am. I'm so sorry that I was being a meanie these last few days, I was just trying to act like Violet but it's kinda hard." Olive rants. "But if you want to live, you should stay under this car! Bye! Nice meeting you, I hope I don't come back to this crazy world where I'm not Olive!"

With that, Olive turns on her heel and sprints towards the set.

Annie stared at the spot that Olive once stood in utter shock, the only thing that the woman couldn't wrap her head around was that Violet had respectably called her ma'am.

"This cast is insane."

Olive's little legs stumble onto the set just as more shots ring out. She prays that her family was okay, relief washed over when she saw Sam.

"Hey!" Sam screamed, lifting his arms in a gesture. Virgil seemed annoyed at his presence, and raises his gun to shoot Sam, only to be tackled by Dean.

"Sam!" Olive yelled breathlessly, running towards him. Sam's shoulders sag in relief, wrapping his arms around her the second she crashed into him.

"Are you alright? Where did you go?!" He asked rapidly, worried.

"I'm okay! We gotta help, Dean!" She says, pulling out of his arms and towards the set where Dean and Virgil crashed.

"Olive! Wait!" He bellows after her.

Olive opens the front door to the set, although the back wall was blown open and she could've walked through that. Her eyes land on Dean and Virgil who were fist fighting, and when the

Angel got close, Olive kicked the man between the legs, before rolling between and sprinting toward her father.

"Good job, O!" Dean stopped to praised, before jumping up to punching Virgil repeatedly in the face.

Virgil stumbles back at the force, right into the lamp Olive slammed into his knees to topple him over.

Sam runs in, scrambling for the keys in Virgil's pocket, "Dean! Got it!"

Olive watches the symbol formed on the window in a glowing red hue, "Raphael!" She screamed, pointing to the window.

"Run!"

They barely made it a step before an invisible force throws them straight through the glass. This time, instead of landing on a patted mat, they landed on the cold wet concrete.

Olive skids to a stop, her face scraping against the pavement as shards of glass stuck to any exposed skin.

That definitely wasn't fake.

She groans, turning herself on her back. Her hazel eyes stare up at the night sky, and although it wasn't confirmed, Olive knew that she was home.

She could feel a new type of energy in her veins, sparking the abilities she was learning to master. She felt the souls that covered the Earth, amplifying her magic. Her eyes glow a soft yellow hue, confirming that she was back in business.

"You three, have the strangest luck." An African-American woman in a suit walks up to them, her tone laced with bitter amusement.

Olive gets to her feet, glaring at the woman. "Raphael." She announced.

"Olivia," Raphael smiled, "I have a job for you."

"Unless I'm getting paid, it's not gonna happen, sir-ma'am." Olive snips.

Dean's eyes widened at the revelation. "Nice meat suit." He says to her, "Dude looks like a lady." He mutters to Sam and Olive.

Raphael clenched her fist up, and both Sam and Dean drop to their knees in pain. Olive, of course, didn't like that much, and with a firm clench of both her fists Raphael's eyes widened at the sudden pain.

It was the same pulsing feeling Raphael felt the first time they met in Balthazar's mansion, the feeling of his grace being ripped away from the Host skeleton, burning up and making him choke.

"Not...again!" Raphael grunts out, and with a fast flick upward, Olive was lifted up from the ground.

She dangles six feet up in the air, then with a swift flick to the left, Olive was sent straight into the wall of the motel hard. The boys can hear a sickening smack, and a second later Olive crashes like a rag doll on the floor, unmoved.

"Olive!" Dean screamed in pure fear, trying to scramble to her but the force of Raphael was stronger. "Olive!" His voice strains.

"The key." Raphael ordered. Sam instantly let's go of the key, which the Angel picked up just as Balthazar appeared in the lot.

"J-Just let her go!" Sam bellowed.

"And that will open a locker at the Albany bus station." Balthazar explains, his eyes shifting to Olive's figure. Balthazar's eyes flash with concern before turning cheekily to Raphael.

"Is that so?"

The hold on Sam and Dean eased, and the hunters waste no time rushing to Olive's aid.

"Is she breathing?" Sam asked in a panic.

Dean rolls her over in his arms, pressing his ear to her face. "Yeah," He answered in relief. "Yeah, I think so. She's just knocked out."

Sam places to fingers, putting pressure down the back of her small spin. "Nothings broken." He muttered. "Hopefully."

"You see," Balthazar continued. "I needed a modest decoy to make it more convincing."

"Give me the weapons." She demanded.

"Sorry, darling. They're gone."

"What?" Raphael snapped.

"I said, too bloody late." He dragged sternly.

Olive begins to stir, her eyes dancing behind the eyelids.

"Come on, O, wake up," Dean shakes her gently.

"Ow. ."

Dean breathes out in relief when she spoke, looking up at the sky before turning back to her, "You're talking that's god. Can you move?"

"Ten. .more. .minutes."

"No, Olive, no more minutes! Don't fall asleep, you could have a concussion." Sam parents, forcing Olive to sit up against his stomach.

She makes a noise between a groan and a whine. Dean took that as a no on being able to move comfortably.

"You see, they were so well hidden that I needed time to find them." Balthazar explained. "So I volunteered these two marmosets, and Olive, for a game of fetch with Virgil." Sam and Dean glare bitterly at him, "You three were such an adequate slick, Thank you, guys."

"You've made your last mistake." Raphael says darkly.

"I've got a few more up my sleeve, honey." He said cheekily.

Raphael walks forward, Balthazar gets into a fighting stance. Olive stands up with the help of Dean and just before another fight broke out, Castiel appears in the lot.

But not alone.

Toula stands beside him, slightly hiding behind his tall frame, dressed in the same hippie attire she always wore. She seemed nervous to be outside of her own house, but glared daggers at Raphael.

It was then both Dean and Olive noticed Toula holding a book in her hands, but not just any book.

Cora's journal.

"Chick ransacked my car," Dean grumbled.

"Step away from him, Raphael." Castiel ordered. "I have the weapons now, their power is with me."

Thunder strikes the area, and in the flash of light Castiel's wings could be seen behind him, a silhouette of strong and powerful feathers. Olive's jaw slacked in amazement, and Toula stepped back at the brightness.

Balthazar never looked so smug.

"Castiel." Raphael says lowly.

Cas walks forward, his face stern. "If you don't want to die tonight, back off. Me and the Witch could turn you into dust."

Without a word, Raphael disappears before their eyes. Balthazar rushes to heal Olive with his palm. Toula takes a step tclose to Cas, stepping on the back of his shoe.

Cas turned to her in annoyance. "Again?"

She raises her hands up in defense, "Sorry, your feet part all weird!" She said.

"Well, Cas. Now that you have your sword, try not to die by it." Balthazar says in warning, and with a swift wave at Olive, he disappears.

"Cas, what the hell." Sam states.

"Cas!" Olive grinned happily, feeling completely fine. "You're alive!" She runs up and hugs him tight.

Cas barely manages a smile, doesn't say a word. Olive barely blinks before they were all transported back in Bobby Singer's living room.

Olive stumbles right into the sofa, letting go of Cas, and back to wearing her Scooby Doo pajamas. Her eyes widened down at her attire, realizing that Sam and Dean weren't in the same clothes they left in. Thanks Cas.

Toula leans against the wall, observing them all.

"Wait. Wait, you were in on this?" Sam spats. "Using us as a diversion?!"

"It was Balthazar's plan." He said. "I would have done the same thing."

"That's not comforting, Cas!" Dean snapped, turning towards Toula. "And who the hell are you? And how did you get that?"

"When will I be able to make you understand?" Cas said lowly. "If I lose against Raphael, we all lose everything. He will use and kill Olive. I cannot let that happen!" He snapped.

"Why? Because you care, or because you don't want the weapon in the wrong hands!" Dean bellows back.

Cas narrows his eyes, and Olive hated how she was now apart of the conversation.

"Because I care, Dean." He said lowly. "I care about Olive's well being, and I care about you."

"Yeah, well. We know the stakes! That's about all you've told us!"

Cas turns his head away from Dean's piercing gaze. "I'm sorry for all of this, I'll explain when I can. Toula will give you more information."

With that Castiel disappears.

"Frigging angels!" Dean said bitterly.

Sam turns to the woman in the corner, giving her an awkward smile. "You must be Toula...I've heard..things."

Dean scoffs lowly.

"Aren't you sweet." She tilts her head, giving Sam a look-over before turning to Olive. "Pack a bag, we gotta go."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean's face turns red. "Who the hell do you think you are?" He points at Olive, "You're staying here."

Toula takes a step forward, causing Dean to take one back at the sight of her heated stare. "I'm the Witch that's about to finish training your daughter, so dumbasses like you don't get her killed!"

"A witch? Yeah, that's not helping your case." Dean scoffs.

"She's a good witch!" Olive protested, "And she makes sandwiches and lemonade!"

"So, Balthazar was right." Sam frowned. "Raphael wants Olive as his Warrior?"

"Precisely, and Olive isn't anywhere near ready if it comes down to facing him. She needs more training." Toula firmed, "This isn't up for debate. This is about life or death of the last living Guardian. I am sworn to protect Olive, and I will not fail."

"Then she'll train here. Simple." Dean states. "You like fast food? We usually stay in crumby hotels."

Toula crossed her arms, "Actually, pretty boy. Olive needs to train at the source of her power. The Soul Sanctum...in Greece." She adds.

The Winchesters all make noises of surprise, as Dean begins to stammers out heated words.

"No way! Absolutely not!" He snapped. Olive goes to say something but Dean shuts her down. "No. She's not going across the world, where I won't be able to help her. She stays here."

"This isn't your decision—"

"I'm her father!"

"No." Toula says, though she regrets being so harsh towards the man who was obviously worried. "Being a father doesn't override everything. She is a Guardian, and at the end of the day her duty is to the Universe. Not you. If she stays, she dies."

Dean stumbles back, like the words had physically harmed him. Toula was right of course, he had read the journal, he knew what needed to be done.

But still. Greece?

It was across the world, it was too far for him to go if something happened to her.

"I won't be able to come with her," Dean replied quietly, the world's hurting him, "Too much to do here, I won't be able to be with her."

"You have my word that I will protect her with my life," Toula spoke, trying to level with him, her tone soft, her head slightly to the side, "I will make sure nothing happens to her, or let my soul be damned."

Dean searched her for lies, seeing no hesitation on Toula's face.

"Okay." Dean says softly, looking away in defeat.

"Dean—"

"She needs to go, Sam." He said. Olive stand up from the couch, tugging at his sleeve. Dean turns to her with sad eyes. "You gotta go." He repeated. "But you can always stay. It's up to you, not me."

Olive looks to Toula with watery eyes, but the woman sadly shook her head. "I won't be gone long, right?" She asked hopefully.

Dean nodded. "I'll call. Every night."

"Me too!" Sam piped up, smiling.

Olive nodded, trying not to cry. She had never been apart from Dean, at least not like this. And truthfully she was just getting used to Sam being around, she even started fangirling at his hunting skills, ( which he did find amusing. ), now who knows how long she'll be away.

Toula gave a comforting smile, holding up the journal.

"It's time."