"Wait. Hold up a sec!" Dean put a hand on her chest, then realized how 'developed' she was. Removing his hand he shook his head, trying to think straight.
"What, Dean?" She got the memo to calm down, so she just ran a hand down the lapels of his jacket.
"How do you know I'm a hunter?"
"Really? Your Dean Winchester." She took a step forward. "An awesome hunter," another step," an amazing brother," closing the space between them she tilted her head up, lips almost brushing his, "with lips and body to die for."
Dean grinned and pushed her once more up against the car.
When Vivienne woke, her head was pounding, eyes were watery, and ears were ringing. After she could stand to become fully conscious, she stood up, sheets falling to the floor, exposing her bare body. Grabbing her gun with her usual jeans and tee she went in the bathroom. Vivienne sat it all on the sink and turned around to start the water.
She kicked the floor radios power button and the bathroom filled with the melancholy chords of The Rolling Stones, Paint It Black.
Locking the door Vivienne got in the shower. Vivienne knew she had a case and she had to be prepared for any angle, or persona, she had to play. So, she shaved, exfoliated, shampooed, and conditioned. It was only when the radio buzzed with static and popped to a rap station that she got out. she kicked the radio off.
When she got her clothes on, brushed her teeth, and blow dryer her hair, it was only then that she noticed her shirt. Or, rather, his shirt. Vivienne just shrugged and picked up her gun. After unlocking the door she immediately raised the gun and pointed it at the back of a mans head.
She quietly edged closer until she recognised it as Dean. Then, licking her lips, she walked up behind him. Once directly behind him, she ran her hands along his sides and clasped them around his abdomen.
Dean turned, grinning. "Mmm. Coconut." She laughed and leaned up to kiss him. "Hey, is that my shirt?" He looked down at her torso.
Vivienne laughed again, "Yeah, I thought it was mine when I grabbed it. Turns out, it's not mine."
"Still, you look good in it."
"I know." Her phone rang just as Dean's lips touched hers. "Hello?... Oh,hey... I'm kinda busy... Oh, okay what's the scoop?... four bodies... Proposed serial murder... Have you checked it out yet?... well what makes it seem like my kinda thing?... Oookkkaaayyy?...wait did you say and sulfur?... Shit... Okay, bye."
"Case?" Dean quizzed.
"No shit, Sherlock." Dean walked back up to her.
"Ooh Sassy!" Vivienne smirked. she saw a familiar glint in his eye and instinctively raised her gun. He countered with his own pistol and they tussled a bit until Sam, Dean's brother busted in. Vivienne was straddling Dean with a gun to his temple and his gun poised at her heart.
"What in the actual hell?" Sam yelled. Dean and Vivienne flinched. Sam noticed Vivienne had on Dean's shirt and he relaxed. "Oh."
"What?" The real life Mr. and Mrs. Smith said in unison.
"She's just a fling?"
Vivienne flinched a little as he said 'fling'. Dean noticed and took offense. "She isn't a fling."
"Then she's part of the case?" Sam was starting to get confused.
"She's..." Dean and Vivienne locked eyes.
"An old friend." Vivienne finished.
"Old friend? How come I've never met you?"
"Because I was afraid. Of you."
"Of me? Why?"
"Uh, hello, Azeazal being in cahoots with you and being Lucifer's vessel? Nope, nothing frightening at all." Sam almost spoke when Vivienne's phone buzzed.
Reading it, her eyes widened." Viv, what's wrong?" Dean had put his gun on the bed and now to rub her hand. Vivienne didn't speak just kept reading. "Vivienne." He sat up and she slid back a bit, but continued to straddle him.
"You need to leave." She spoke to Sam, but was watching Dean.
"Okay." Sam just walked out, expecting Dean to get up and follow.
"Vivienne, what's wrong?" Dean palmed her cheek and kissed her forehead.
"My case..." She looked up. "it just got personal." She got up and walked over to her closet. Opening it and shoving clothes aside, her eyes moved over the maps, pictures, and notes. It wasn't until she started whispering that Dean stood and walked up behind her.
He saw a picture of a family of three. The man and woman had black hair and brown eyes, but the little girl had brown hair and hazel eyes. He assumed it was Vivienne's family.
Kissing the side of her temple, he rested his hands on her waist. "Call if you need me?"
Vivienne turned and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Course'." He leaned down and they kissed. It was slow and sweet and reminded Vivienne of how her father used to kiss her mom.
Then he pulled away and walked out. Three words hung in the air, unsaid, but not needing to be said, to be heard.
I love you.
Sam and Dean drove in silence. It was one night, but Dean felt as if he had spent eternity with Vivienne.
They laid in bed, sweaty and breathless, having just finished round two.
"Oh my God." Dean smiled and rested his hand on the small of her back.
"What?" Vivienne left little butterfly kisses over his pecks.
"You were amazing." Vivienne laughed.
"You can be my Lois Lane." Dean frowned.
"Cause I'm obviously Superman."
"How about I'm batman. And your Robin." Vivienne's smile wavered.
She left kisses up his neck and whispered in his ear. "I'm not a sidekick." Nipping at his ear, she left kisses down his cheekbones to his lips.
They shared a long passionate kiss, that Vivienne broke. "20 questions. You start."
Dean smiled. "Favorite song?"
"Led Zeppelin's Thank You." Dean looked surprised. She just smiled. "Chuck Norris or Bruce Lee?"
"Is that a trick question?" Vivienne laughed and Dean grinned."Chuck Norris."
They played 20 questions for about 3 hours, only getting up to go or get a beer.
"So, I feel bad." Vivienne admitted.
"Why?" Dean was caressing the small of her back.
"I know about what happened to your parents, blood and not. but you don't know about me."
"Oh." Silence filled the room. It wasn't uncomfortable, just quiet.
"I was 6 years old when my mom died. My dad had killed her. In fact, he probably would have killed me too if it wasn't for John. It was a normal evening, until a demon decided to work its way inside my dad's body."
Dean felt a tear fall from her cheek. He kissed it away and she continued. "John had worked with my dad before. You see, my older brother and sister were killed the same way John's wife was. So, they worked together quite often. He always talked about his sons. I don't know why he never had them with him, but he didn't."
Dean's interest was peaked about this 'John' guy. "How did John's wife die?"
Vivienne frowned. "The news said house fire, but we all knew. A demon had burned her and the house down. John said when he found her, she was bleeding on the ceiling. The next thing he heard were her screams and the flames."
Dean frowned. "Was it John Winchester?"
Vivienne gasped. "Oh my god."
"What?! What's wrong?"
"I just had sex with my dad's best friends son."
Dean laughed. "Twice."
Vivienne grinned. "I'd make it a third, but..."
Dean sighed, "but?"
Vivienne frowned, "I think I'm starting to like you."
"So you feel it too?"
Dean put her hand against his chest and his heart rate accelerated tremendously. "Oh. That." Vivienne picked up his and put it against her own chest and it did the same thing.
"I think I want to ask you out."
"Oh, your brother, right?"
"Well, he doesn't need to know, yet. And we don't have to tell him until he needs to know."
"True, very true." Dean smirked. "I'll buy you a beer if you'd be my girlfriend."
"Or you can just stay the night and keep the beer money."
Dean kissed Vivienne softly. "I like that idea better."
When she heard the Impala leave, she sighed.
"I love you, Dean Winchester."
But, what she didn't know, was that 30 minutes later while his little brother was asleep, Dean Winchester sighed and said,
"I love you, Vivienne Summers."
.:To Be Continued:.