Vivienne felt like she was dying. She had suffered as a child, but that was nothing compared to now. Her only chance is Dean, a guy her dad worked with once. Can he help her? Or will he leave her alone...for good?


4. Chapter 3

It had been 6 days, 9 hours, and 27 minutes since Dean had seen Vivienne. Sure they texted and he called every night after Sam went to bed, but he had fallen. Hard and fast. 

"Holy crap, dude." Sam watched Dean from across the table.
Dean pretended not to hear him. If he tried hard enough, he could still hear Vivienne's voice.

"Dean. Hey, bro. Dean-o!" Sam started waving a hand in his face.

"What?" Dean snapped his eyes to Sam.

"You've been really moody lately." Dean narrowed his eyes.


"Well, I'm just saying, it's not like you." 

And what do you know about what I'm like.
"Budweiser, please and thanks."

Dean heard the woman's voice and turned around. He saw a tall brunette in a black skirt and heels paired with a red shirt. "Wait here a sec, Sammy." 

Sam looked up from his menu and saw Dean going towards the woman. "Now that, is more like you."

"Hey. Mind if I buy you a drink?" Dean put a hand at the small of the girl's back.

"Get off me. I have a boyfriend." The girl turned and her sneer dissipated. "Dean."

"Vivienne." It was a brief second before Vivienne threw her arms around his neck. Dean just held her and squeezed her tight. "Baby girl, I missed you."

"I missed you too, babe." she looked over Dean's shoulder trying to spot for Sam. When she saw him he was turned away, so Vivienne took the chance and kissed Dean.

It was a hot kiss, filled with the longing they had both felt. Dean didn't want the kiss to ever end, but he didn't want to risk Sammy seeing.

"Come on, come eat with us." Vivienne smiled and put a hand on Dean's cheek.

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Vivienne wasn't gonna lie. Sam scared her. It mostly because of his hair though. It shouldn't be so perfect being long.

"Baby girl. There's nothing to be afraid of. Hey, maybe we can even try breaking the news to Sammy."

"Okay. Fine." Dean put his arm around her waist and she leaned into him.

When they got to the table, Sam stood and Vivienne shook his hand. "Hey, Vivienne it's nice to see you again."

"It's nice to see you to Sam." when everyone sat down there was an extremely awkward silence.

"So," Sam started and looked between Dean and Vivienne.

Dean drank some of his beer and looked at Vivienne. "So?"

"How long have you two been together?" Vivienne choked on her beer.

"You knew?" She struggled out as Dean pat her back.

"Eh, I just put two and two together. How weird Dean's been lately, hearing him talking quietly in the bunker at 2:00 in the morning, oh, and seeing you two kiss was kinda a dead giveaway."

Vivienne felt her face get red and she looked down at her blouse. "Oh."
Sam laughed. "Why didn't you guys just tell me? Why'd you keep it a secret?"

Vivienne's face got redder and Dean's stared to get red. "Sam, do you remember dad ever talking about an Ian Summers?"

"Yeah, but what does that have to-"

"He was my dad." Vivienne's face didn't feel red anymore when she looked up at Sam.

Sam's eyes got wide. "Wait. Seriously?" 

Vivienne nodded. She looked at Dean and be threaded his arm around her.

"Dean, how could you? That's dad's best friend's daughter."

"So? Dad wasn't exactly father of the year."

"So what! He was our dad Dean! He sold his soul so you could live. And this is how you repay that?"

Vivienne felt Dean puff up. She turned to face him and put her hand on his knee. She frowned, whispering, "Dean. Babe, don't do something you'll regret."

Dean looked at her and took a deep breath. "Sam I'm not asking or telling you to understand, I would just really like to have my brothers support."

"Why don't you go ask for her parents blessings. Or her siblings. If I remember correctly she had a few." 

It was Vivienne's turn to puff up. "Look you ignorant piece of shit. If you cared at all, you'd be happy that he's happy instead of bashing him." Vivienne got up abruptly after downing the last of her beer.

"Don't talk to me like that. You're nothing but the whore of the moment."


Vivienne looked down at Dean as her eyes started tearing up. "I'm leaving now, Dean." 

She started walking away, then she turned back around. "Hey Sam, later, when I bash your skull in, ask my family what they think." 

"What? That made no sense at all." Sam just looked at Dean.

Dean glared at Sam. "Nice one, jackass."


"Her entire family is dead, Sam." With that, Dean got up and rushed to find his girlfriend.

Vivienne woke the next morning in a strange bed, with Dean's arms wrapped around her. He still had on his suit, at least minus the shoes and jacket. And she still had on her skirt and blouse, minus the heels.

She felt Dean stir and she buried herself as far as she could in his embrace. He started humming in her ear and she smiled.

"Good morning, beautiful, how was your night? Mine was wonderful with you by my side. And when I opened my eyes to see your sweet face, it's a good morning beautiful day." Dean finished singing softly and kissed her forehead.

"You're amazing." Vivienne looked up at Dean and smiled.

"Yeah, I know. Too bad my brother didn't inherit my awesomeness."

They just looked at each other. Finally Dean got out of bed and smiled. "You go get a shower and I'll make breakfast." 

"Okay." Vivienne got out of bed and Dean walked out. She rubbed her face and frowned. "Dean?" No answer. "Baby?" Again no answer. She walked out of the room, immediately seeing Dean up against a wall. "Dean!"

"Yes, yes, darling we know who it is. The question is who in the bloody-" Crowley, the king of hell, was standing in the middle of the kitchen, with a glass of bourbon in his hand when he got cut off.

Vivienne felt something push into her back. "Please be a rifle," she whispered to herself.

"-hell are you?" A gruff voice spoke from behind her.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced at Dean, then spun, hitting the butt of her palm against the man's hand.

A silver blade shot across the room and stuck into a baseboard. Vivienne looked at her attacker. "You're an angel. Messy hair, backwards tie, and trenchcoat? I'm gonna say you're Castiel." She backed up so she could see all three men at one time. "And you. Demon, judging by lack of motivation, receding hair line, Solid black dinner suit, and a glass of strong liquor. Hm. I'm gonna say you're Crowley, hell's reining dick."

Dean smirked from his position on the wall.

Castiel frowned, looking between her and Dean. Crowley did the same, stopped to look at Castiel and laughed. "Oh, looks like a bit of a love triangle, doesn't it? Well, then I'm gonna pop out before this ends badly for me. Deanie, keep your whore on a leash," he glared at Vivienne," with a muzzle. Oh, and tell my moose I said hello. Toodles!"


With that he disappeared and Dean hit the floor. "Dean!" Vivienne and Castiel both ran for Dean and kneeled beside him.

"Babe, are you okay?" Vivienne glanced over him to make sure he was in one piece.

"I'm fine, baby." Dean got up with Vivienne and took her hand. "Cas, what do you need?"

"Sam, he asked me to see if you were okay. And if you and your friend were still mad at him."

"I'm okay, I'm pissed, but he doesn't have to worry about that."

Vivienne frowned. "How are you feeling?" Dean looked at Vivienne.
"I want bash his head against a wall. No scratch that. I want to lock him in a cage with a giant spider clown man, where his only weapon is a mini marshmallow."

"Yup, she's still mad."

Vivienne turned and reached for some sort of weapon.


.:To Be Continued:.


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