Vivienne's head snapped to the door, where she saw a short man, at least short compared to Dean, leaning against the door frame, with a bag of assorted candies and a box of assorted candybars. He had on a plaid shirt, ripped jeans, and long hair. He looked kinda like Sam, if Sam had been squashed under a piano and drug through hell and back.
"Gabriel?" Dean whispered.
Vivienne's eyes went back to Dean's as she searched them. "Wait, you know him?"
"Yeah." Dean closed his eyes. "But I thought he was dead."
"Not dead, Dean-O. Hurt that you would jump to that conclusion, but very much alive." Gabriel shut the door and sat in an armchair.
Vivienne sighed as she heard him get comfortable. She sat upright, but still straddling Dean, and glared at Gabriel as he tried to shoot a candy wrapper in the wastebasket, but missed landing on the floor.
Vivienne leaned back down and grabbed handfulls of Dean's jacket, pulling them to her chest as she leaned down to Dean's ear. "You so," she was close enough that her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, "owe me for this." She pulled back just a little and looked Dean in the eye.
"By punishment?" Dean grinned. "Or play?"
Vivienne just winked and stole one of Dean's tees. She grabbed a pair of boy shorts out of the dresser and walked into the bathroom. "I'm getting a shower." She poked her head out of the door and glared at Gabriel. "So don't make a mess."
Dean smirked from his spot on the bed and watched as Vivienne closed, well, slammed the door. A smile still danced on his lips, when Gabriel spoke.
"Where'd you catch that broad? With how she acts, I'd say the middle of the woods."
Dean frowned. "Watch what you say about her."
"Oh come on, Dean!" Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Don't act like you've gotten attached. We all know she's just another hooker."
Dean groaned and jumped off the bed. "Why the hell does everyone keep saying that?!"
Dean punched the wall. "Do you know how irritating it is, when your pretty sure you've fallen in love with someone, but nobody believes you?"
"Dean. Really." Gabriel just gave him a look of pure doneness. "You, still, feel the same about me and Sammy, do you not?"
"Oh no. No, no, no. You're not turning this around on me." Dean whipped around and pointed a finger at Gabriel.
"I'm not. I'm just saying that our situations are not totally different. Granted I made better choices, but our situations are still the same."
Dean's eyes went hard. They turned a shade of green so dark they were almost black. "What the hell do you mean by 'better choices'?"
"I mean that, at least I chose someone with class. I mean come on. She all but stripped and rode you like a rodeo bull a few minutes ago in front of me! At least Sammy can wait until we're in private."
Dean grabbed a knife off the counter and rammed Gabriel against the wall, slightly embedding the knifes edge in Gabriel's neck.
Vivienne came out of the bathroom with a towel still in her hands, but when she saw Dean she dropped the towel.
"Dean! Babe, whatever he's said or done isn't worth killing him for."
"You didn't hear what he said about you."
Vivienne's face softened and she smiled a little bit. "Come on. How do you think Sam would feel, knowing his big brother slit his lovers throat?" Vivienne put a hand on his shoulder, tentatively. "Could you really face him after that?"
Dean thought hard for a minute. He let Gabriel go, when he decided Vivienne was right.
He wouldn't be able to face Sam if he had killed Gabriel.
Vivienne sat cross-legged on the bed and beckoned Dean over. He came and stood in front of her. "I have to go outside and take this call." Gabriel stepped outside, but he wasn't on the phone. He just wanted to hear their conversation without being obvious.
Vivienne looped her fingers in Dean's belt loops. "Talk to me, babe."
Dean just shook his head. Vivienne pulled him down so he was sitting in front of her. She rested her chin on his shoulder and he leaned back into her embrace as she wrapped her arms around his torso.
"Babe, please talk to me?" She whispered.
"I can't take it." Dean mumbled.
"Can't take what?"
"Everyone!" He threw his hands in the air. "I can't take the fact that no one can see how perfect you are. No one believes that we'll last because of my past. No one sees how classically gorgeous you are. No one cares to know anything about you, or us, or anything!" Dean kept speaking hurriedly. "
"Well then, Babe, that's their fault."
"I know, but I just, I just wish they could see you how I see you."
"And how do you see me?"
"Beautiful. Smart. Cocky. Sassy. Sexy. Cool." Dean smiled. "I mostly just wish they'd see, not the traits about you, but how crazy you make me. You make me want to be a better man. A better brother. A better boyfriend." Dean just looked at her and smiled. " I want them to see how absolutely," Dean turned around and laid her back on the bed, " completely," he started leaving feather kisses everywhere her skin showed,"insanely," Dean kissed her nose and hovered above her lips," madly in love I am." Vivienne smiled and then crushed her lips to his.
Neither of them heard Gabriel step back in.
"I love you, Dean Winchester."
"And I you, Vivienne Summers."
.:To Be Continued:.