Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or anything associated with Kripke's brilliance. I do, however, own the OFC Olivia and the concept of the fic. This chapter is loosely based off of episode 3.06, "Red Sky at Morning" (which I also do not own).

WARNING: SMUT! Lots of it. This is where the story officially becomes 18+.

The drive to the cemetery was quiet, except for the roar of the Impala's engine. Dean had never driven so fast, and that was saying something. Olivia was grateful for their help but all she could concentrate on was the churning sensation in the pit of her stomach and the fact that Sam's master plan may or may not work. Sam had chosen to sit in the back with Olivia as Dean sped off towards the grave site.

"Hey, just try not to think about it right now, okay?" Sam said softly, his words full of comfort and sympathy as his fingers enclosed over Olivia's hand in a protective and endearing way.

"Great concept," Olivia muttered as her eyes pulled away from where their hands were connected and back out the window to try to focus on something-anything-else. "Easier said than done." Sam nodded once and continued to rub small circles upon her skin. The Impala roared even louder, if that was possible, as the tires turned against the asphalt. They were almost there.

The night sky was black, the only light provided to them was from the headlights of Baby and the multitude of stars and the almost-full moon. Dean hurriedly threw the car into park and opened his door. Sam opened his and tugged Olivia with him when she turned to exit through her door; he didn't want her out of his sight.

"Just stay by my side, okay?" Sam clutched the rifle in his hand that they had loaded with salt and grasped Olivia's hand with his other. Olivia's heart rate intensified, her eyes darted across the cemetery awaiting the arrival of the spirit. She knew he would come, and it would probably be sooner than later.

Dean quickly popped the trunk and gathered the items they needed for the summoning. "God, I hope this works." He grumbled as he lugged the box full of materials he and Sam had gathered over to the grave site of the long lost brother.

Olivia pretended she hadn't heard him as she swallowed past the lump in her throat and squeezed Sam's hand even tighter. He gave her a small smile before he moved his eyes to watch the horizon for any sign of their soaking wet spirit. So far, so good.

Dean had everything set up on his own within minutes before he handed Olivia a gun. "You know what to do with it," he nodded once at her and went back to setting up. Typical Dean Winchester, but that was what Olivia loved about the man. He didn't do so well with the emotional moments or the hypothetical possibilities of what could happen; Olivia was okay with that-she didn't need or want emotion in that very second.

She swallowed past the lump that had manifested in her throat and looked to Sam; he knowingly gave her a small smile. "Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to you." He knew just by looking at her that yes, she very well did know what to do what that gun. However, in the instance where something would be coming after her-she wasn't too sure she was capable.

Even in the darkness of the night, the trio could tell storm clouds were rolling in. Dean had just finished lighting the candles and opened the journal to the summoning spell when thunder clashed in the distance.

"Dean, hurry," the words fell from Olivia's mouth faster than she would have liked, for she couldn't hide the fear in her quavering voice.

Sam gripped his gun tightly in his hands as his eyes scanned their surroundings. With one hand, he gripped Olivia just above her elbow and pulled her closer to him. "Stay close." He said firmly. She nodded and helped him keep watch.

Just as the words began to spill from Dean's mouth, she saw him. "Sam, behind you!" The man was drenched, his hair dripping like a soaked mop as the dark curls fell around his face. His eyes were blue-the bluest Olivia had ever seen as they bore into her as if he could see her soul. His face was pale as he moved towards her.

Sam hurried and raised his gun, but the spirit was smarter than that. He pointed his flat palm towards Sam and before any of them knew what was happening, Sam was thrown away from Olivia and slammed against an old headstone. His gun discharged in the process, completely missing the spirit and firing off towards the black sky.

Olivia's heart raced against her chest as involuntary tears welled in her eyes. Before she had a chance to raise her gun, the spirit reached out and his palm cupped her cheek. His hand was wet and cold, it sent shivers down her spine. And that's when she felt it.

The water came up from her stomach as if someone had directed a hose into her gut and let it flow freely. Her esophagus burned as the water traveled up her system. She doubled over, her knees landed on the damp, muddy ground as the water projectiled out of her body. Vaguely, she could hear Dean reading as rain suddenly poured over them and soaked her to the bone. Her body shivered against her will. Within seconds, she felt a hand on her back and saw Sam had regained his strength and knelt beside her.

"Just try to breathe," he whispered as his hand rubbed her back in a circular motion. Olivia felt as though she couldn't even hold herself up anymore. Her throat burned as it became more and more raw from the water. "Dean, read faster!" Sam screamed at his brother as one arm reached around Olivia to hold her up and his other continued to try to comfort her with small circles. "Focus, Liv, you can do this."

Olivia could barely breathe, let alone get a word out. She leaned into him as much as she could, allowing him to take control of the situation.

Dean finished reading and looked towards them. The rain stopped and after a few more hurls, Olivia found her stomach finally empty-all water was gone. Her body still convulsed uncontrollably as she tried to focus on breathing and the feeling of Sam's hand on her back.

"You," the spirit said accusingly. She managed to look up just as the brother's spirit was summoned and appeared, his expression just as fearful as hers had been moments before. Thankfully, the focus was off of her and the waves of water-induced nausea finally subsided.

Sam pulled Olivia's body into his, holding her tightly against his chest to try to calm her shakes. He pulled her body so she was directly on his lap and turned her away from where the spirits were standing in a way to shield her from what they were hoping would happen.

Olivia tried to focus on what they were saying, but her ears were ringing and her body ached so instead, she closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of the strong arms around her, soothing her and trying to calm her down.

Before she knew it, the spirits clashed and threw themselves at each other. Their physical battle caused the bodies of the spirits to dissolve into water. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut tightly as water cascaded around her and Sam, soaking them even more so than the rain had done moments before.

And then it was silent. Olivia could feel Sam's heart beat against her cheek as she rested against his chest; he was just as terrified as she was, if his heart rate was any indication.

A moment of silence or two passed before Dean's gruff voice broke through to her ears. "Everybody alright? Sammy? Ollie Pop?"

As much as she hated that damn nickname, she had to smile. "I'm okay," she breathed, her voice was raspy and broken from the rush of the water that had taken over her throat.

"We're good," Sam sighed in relief as he gave Olivia's body a squeeze. He stayed put for a minute until Dean made his way over to the pair. Dean held his hands out to Olivia to lift her to her feet.

"Just take it easy," Dean eased as she tried to scramble to stand. "You just puked up a swimming pool, cool it." He gingerly pulled her to her feet. Her legs wobbled a bit as Sam stood up behind her and steadied her by placing his hands on her waist.

Dean made sure Sam had a good grip on her before he went to pack up the summoning materials. "Let's get out of here," she whispered. Her eyes pooled with tears and her body shook, the weight of the stress finally settling in as the adrenaline left her body.

Sam caught on to how upset she was and rubbed her arms up and down in a warming motion. "I know," he whispered into her hair. "Here, just hold on." Sam bent to scoop her into his arms behind her knees, her head nestled in the crook of his neck as he carried her to the car. In most situations, Olivia would object. But now, her body felt too tired to fight him.

He gently placed her into the back seat and climbed in so her head was cradled in his lap. He ran his fingers through her hair as Dean slammed the trunk closed. He hurriedly started up the Impala.

"Does anything hurt? Do you feel like you're going to be sick?" Sam asked softly as his eyes searched her face for pain or discomfort. His fingers continued to play through her hair.

Dean glanced over into the back seat twice and eyed her carefully. "I love you, Ollie Pop, but if you puke in my Baby…"

Olivia managed a small smile and closed her eyes. "I don't feel sick. My throat burns a bit but I'm okay." She continued to enjoy the feeling of Sam's fingers as they combed through her hair and she kept her eyes shut.

They made it back to the shack quicker than she had remembered-the drive to the cemetery felt like it took hours, when it had only been maybe thirty minutes. She assured Sam she could walk by herself. Both of the brothers watched her cautiously as she wobbled to her feet. She nodded once as her legs only felt like Jello for a moment, but she pushed through it.

Dean's stepped out to the yard with a call as his cell phone went off, so Sam moved around Olivia and opened the front door for her.

"You okay?"

Olivia smiled. His voice was soft and sweet, genuine care bled through as his hand gently grazed her lower back to help her walk inside.

"I'm fine, Sammy. Really," she assured him as she stepped into the living area of the shack and plopped down on the bed. She let her head fall into her hands as she rubbed the exhaustion from her eye lids. She felt the bed dip down beside her. He didn't say a word, but Olivia knew Sam was there.

The front door opened and closed, causing both of them to look towards Dean.

"Bobby got a call on a djinn about two hundred miles from here," he said nonchalantly as he reached for his duffel. "He's got another hunter on it but he wants to send us in as back-up."

Sam's eyes widened at Dean and then glanced back to Olivia.

"Sounds good," Olivia said as she willed her body to stand. Her legs still felt slightly unstable and she felt like she might be sick, but she powered through it. The Winchesters were pros and she was determined to keep up whether she felt up to it or not.

"Dean, uh, can I talk to you for a second?" Sam stood up before Olivia could take another step. Dean's brow knitted together in confusion but he followed Sam out the front door. Olivia tried to keep to herself, but she couldn't help but watch from the front window of the shack. "I don't think she should go," Sam tried to keep his voice low. "Can't Bobby send somebody else? I don't think she's ready to jump back in right now…"

Dean glanced back to the window and then to his brother. "Yeah, well, you may be right but there isn't anyone else to go. We're the closest and Bobby wants this guy to have back-up. What if I go and swing by to pick you two up after it's done and over with?"

Sam didn't seem comfortable with that solution either. "Dean, a djinn? Really? Do you remember the last time we went face to face with one of these things?"

Dean waved him off. "Dude, I've got it handled. You two stay here and I'll be back tomorrow." He turned back towards the shack to grab his bag, not phased by the idea at all. "Ollie Pop, you're stayin' here to rest up. Sam will watch out for you."

Even though he meant it completely harmlessly, the butterflies scattered in the pit of Olivia's stomach as soon as he said the words.

"A-Are you sure? I can rest up in the car on the drive there," she stumbled as she tried to find her voice. Her throat still burned and her head was beginning to ache.

"Dean can handle it," Sam's words made heat rise in her cheeks. Sam never wanted Dean doing hunts on his own, and vice versa. Dean didn't seem to notice-she assumed it was because she was so obviously struggling both physically and mentally, at the moment.

"Yeah, I've got it under control," Dean winked with a small smirk as he slung his bag strap up on his shoulder. "Now seriously, rest up. I'll let you guys know when it's done and I'm headed back."

And with that, he was out the door.

Olivia felt everything rush to her-almost as if she had held it together unknowingly for Dean's benefit. Her eyes welled with tears once more and her heart raced against her chest.

As soon as Sam glanced in her direction, he knew she was entering panic mode. In two steps he was next to her as he sat down on the bed and draped his arm across her shoulders. He pulled her tightly to his side.

"I'm so sorry," she breathed as she closed her eyes and tried to focus on relaxing. "I-It just scared me."

"Hey," Sam got her attention by lifting her chin with his index finger so she could look him in the eye. "You have nothing to be sorry for, got it?" She nodded and swallowed the ever-growing lump in her throat. "You have every right to be terrified. But Olivia, what you had to do with your dad…" he trailed off as her gaze fell and the tears overflowed until they cascaded quickly down her cheeks. "That wasn't your fault. You know that, right?"

A moment of silence passed before she spoke up. "Sam, if I hadn't gotten involved in this life-if I had just stayed at home and been there...I could have saved him. That spirit was right to target me. I had to kill my father." Her voice faltered as she took in a shaky breath.

"You didn't ask to have a roommate that would get turned and then bring her nest home to try to kill you. Liv, had you not become a hunter, your entire family could have been killed. You killing your dad was what you had to do. And by doing that, you saved your family. They may not realize it, but it's the truth," his voice was low as his hand draped over her shoulder drew small, soothing circles on her arm.

She tried to dissect what he was saying as her eyes continued to trace the patterns of the wood floor below her feet. She didn't want to look at him; she didn't want him to see her like this.

"Tonight...when that spirit came for you," it was his turn to direct his gaze elsewhere. "When I thought that Dean might not get to finish reading the summoning spell and you started choking on all that water…" Olivia looked up to his face to see how upset he looked. His eyes were narrowed towards the floor, his jaw set in a straight line. "When I realized I could actually be losing you," he looked back to her to meet her big brown eyes. "I realized in that moment that I didn't exactly have you at all. And if we made it out of there, I wanted to change that. I wanted to protect you, to hold you, to be with you."

The tears in her eyes continued to pool as she really listened to what Sam was saying. Instinctively, she brought her hand to his cheek and smoothed her thumb out under his eye. He closed his hazel orbs in that moment and sucked in a breath.

"Liv, there's a lot in my life that doesn't make sense," his whisper came out almost broken, his voice torn. "But you make sense to me."

She didn't waste another moment as she moved her face closer to his and found his lips with her own. She moved against him in a way she hadn't before; her movements were fast, but thorough. She needed this; she wanted this. His hand dropped to her back as he pulled her as close to him as he possibly could, shifting on the bed so he was almost facing her. Sam's other arm reached behind her to pull her forward so she straddled his lap.

"You...make…sense…" she mumbled against his warm lips between kisses. "To me...too." That was all he needed-he pulled her legs behind his back and she locked herself there by her ankles. Sam stood and turned, quickly but gently laying her down on the bed as his body hovered above hers. In that moment, he broke away from the kiss and watched her face as their lungs tried to catch up with quick breaths.

His fingers gingerly brushed a strand of hair away from her face as their eyes danced between one another. "I want you, Liv. I want all of you."

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him once more. "I'm yours."

Their lips tangled together once more as Olivia pushed Sam's jacket off of his shoulder blades. With one arm, he slung the garment behind him somewhere on the floor-neither of them had a care in the world as to where it would land. She pulled at the hem of his shirt to try to get it over his head. A smile spread from ear to ear as he watched her struggle. He sat up on his knees and Olivia followed in a sitting position as she finally managed to tug it over his head. His lips reconnected with hers immediately as he tugged her own blouse over her head, her hair falling in curls around her bare shoulder blades.

He carefully guided her to her back once more on the bed as his fingers glided over her smooth, warm skin. Her body still felt cold from the experience in the cemetery but Sam's fingers left a pleasant path of heat as they moved against her. Sam expertly reached underneath her to unclasp the black bra that adorned her chest. Slowly, tentatively he moved each strap from her shoulders. Olivia gnawed on her bottom lip nervously as she moved her arms in a way to allow him to remove the undergarment completely.

Sam's jaw tensed as he saw her; his eyes darted from her chest back to her eyes as he palmed her cheek. "You're absolutely beautiful." The words fell in a whisper.

A warm blush rose in her cheeks and she hurriedly leaned her head off of the mattress to meet his lips with her own. Her kiss was hungry, and Sam willingly returned it as she took his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled gently. An involuntary moan slipped from the back of Sam's throat-that was all he needed. Suddenly his hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers strong and rough. Olivia brought her hands up to his neck to pull his face as close to her as possible. Sam's fingers moved to her jeans where they strategically unfastened the loophole from the button on the denim material. Their faces broke away so Olivia could wiggle her hips. Sam sat up on his knees as he peeled the material down her legs and tossed it aside. He quickly undid his own pants and stood up for a moment to rid himself of them.

His hazel eyes gazed down at her body, left there in her black panties. She instinctively brought her hands up to somewhat cover her chest. Sam's brow knitted together as he crawled back over her. With one arm, he propped himself above her while his other hand removed her arms from covering herself. "Don't do that," he whispered before his head ducked down and his mouth took one of her nipples as it's prisoner.

Before Olivia could even contemplate saying a word, her eyelids closed and a moan fell from her lips. "God, Sam," she breathed as his tongue swirled around her pebbled nipple, his hand coming up for his fingers to massage the other.

Olivia wriggled her hips against his pelvis. Sam's mouth popped against her chest and moved to her other breast. His hand dipped down, his fingers dancing against the smooth skin of her stomach before dipping into her underwear. His middle finger smoothed between her folds, running against the length of her.

Olivia arched her back, eyes now rolled to the back of her head. Her bottom jaw fell agape yet no words could even come to her besides his name-which she moaned and whispered every now and again.

She felt Sam's lips pull into a smile against her skin. He rubbed up and down until he was certain she was ready before he plunged his middle finger into her center. Her body trembled as she clung to him; it had been far too long since she had been with a man. Beyond that, there had been so much sexual tension between the two of them for days-she was so past being ready for this moment.

A second passed before Sam took it upon himself to insert a second finger, his lips attached to Olivia's neck as her eyes rolled back once more. She whimpered as he continued to pump in and out of her.

He brought his lips just below her ear. His warm breath sent goosebumps down her spine.

With all her might, Olivia moved to turn him so he was on his back. Sam looked up at her, surprised by her display of dominance.

"My turn," she breathed before she made her way down his long torso, her lips left damp lovemarks the entire way until she reached his boxer briefs. Her eyes found his as she kissed just above his abdomen. It was Sam's turn for his eyes to squeeze shut. Olivia pulled the elastic waistband down and worked the material off of his legs. Sam hissed as he felt her crawl back towards his waist.

Sam reached down to grasp her just above her elbows and tug her body back towards him as he rolled them so she was on her back once again. "Tonight's about you. Let me take care of you." His words were soft but full of genuine care. Olivia swallowed and nodded once before Sam's lips attacked hers once more.

He moved against her and she felt him harden above her just inside her thigh. She gasped, pulling air from him as his mouth was still connected to hers. She felt his fingers slide through her folds once more and she spread her legs to accommodate.

He hovered above her and their lips separated with a quick pop. He removed his fingers from Olivia's center and pumped his hand over himself once, twice, three times before he aligned with her middle. His eyes watched hers as he slid up and down. With one final push, she felt him within her and her jaw unhinged once more. She closed her eyes when she felt the satisfying pressure in the pit of her belly.

"Hey, look at me, Liv," he breathed as he palmed the side of her face, his movements halted. She did as he asked and found his gaze with her own. A half-smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he stayed completely still. He waited for her body to adjust as she throbbed against him, the muscles dancing within her.

"Sam, please," she begged breathlessly. He chuckled and dropped his head to the crook of her neck once more to nip and suck and bite teasingly as his breath cascaded over her skin.

"Please what?" He playfully tormented as his teeth darted out to nibble carelessly on her earlobe.

"Dammit Sam, move," Olivia wiggled her hips against his to try to stimulate movement of some kind. Sam laughed as he hoisted himself above her with his forearms and began to move; slowly at first, torturously slow. Olivia began to raise her hips to meet his thrusts, her fingers entangled in his long locks which were now damp with sweat.

Her hands traveled down his neck to his chest where her fingers absentmindedly traced the pattern of his tattoo as he sped up his actions. He moved against her, managing to cause friction against her aroused clit. Olivia arched her back as she felt the warmth in her stomach grow.

"Sam," she breathed.

Without another word, he knew. "I know, baby," he grunted, his body quivered above her. "I'm almost there."

His words set her off in a way she had never anticipated. The bundle of nerves in her stomach exploded like fireworks on the fourth of July. A moan followed by Sam's name fell from her lips repeatedly as she clutched onto his sweat-covered back for security. Sam pulled Olivia with his arms to his chest as he fell back into a sitting position on the bed, Olivia straddled his waist as her body continued to shake with her orgasm.

Sam buried his face against her chest as she shook and rode out the sensation, her head tossed back in pure bliss. After a few more jagged thrusts, Sam was just behind her. The spasm of her muscles brought him to his release. His arms pulled her to him; close wasn't close enough.

Their movements finally stilled, the only sound being their sporadic breaths and gasps for air. Olivia let her forehead drop to Sam's shoulder, exhaustion from the evening finally overcoming her. She vaguely felt Sam move her off of his lap and crawl beside her on the bed, pulling her gently to lay in front of him. He tugged the comforter over their naked bodies and pressed a firm kiss to her shoulder blade.

"That was amazing," he breathed against her earlobe as his arm draped over her middle and pulled her close.

A smile crept over her features, her eyes still closed in the darkness of the room. "I'd say. Way to distract me from the evil spirit that almost killed me tonight…" all playfulness left her tone as she continued, the memories from just an hour before flooded her brain.

Sam planted one last kiss on her temple. "You're safe, Liv. I promise."

And with that, she gratefully inhaled a long breath and felt safe enough to slip off to dreamland with the assurance that Sam would be there when she opened her eyes.

Author's Note: I am so, so sorry for the delay! Ugh, this is definitely the second time in a row I've said that. SORRY! Work, the holidays and major writer's block kind of took over and kicked my ass when it came to this chapter. BUT I'M HERE! I'm back! Work is calming down so I'm hoping to write more often.

A HUGE thank you to Dean's Dirty Little Secret, sarahmichellegellarfan1 (for not only reviewing but also PMing me to remind me to write! Thanks for the motivation :]), EmeryEnya and dearwhomever (for the PM!) for reviewing/private messaging me! I really appreciate your feedback.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. This is actually my first time really delving into this kind of...well, writing? Cough smut? Cough. It was a littleeee awkward, so I hope I didn't royally make a mess of it. Please let me know what your thoughts are! Let me know, too, if you would like to see more smut in the future for Olivia and Sam or if I should focus on another genre, haha. THANKS! Hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgivings if you celebrate-if not, hope you had a great weekend! :)

-SM