Lost

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?

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9. Chapter 8

"Welll, I sure hope I'm not interuppting anything." Gabriel stood, leaning against the doorframe, munching on a Snickers bar. "Actually, I take that back. I hope I am."

Vivienne frowned and just looked at Dean. Then she just smiled. "Fuck you, Gabriel." She leaned down and kissed Dean. One way or another, Gabriel was going to leave and if she had to strip down and ride Dean like a bronc, it was gonna happen.

"Baby, what are you doing? Dean struggled between kisses. She made it really hard to stay sane sometimes.

"What does it feel like?" She kept kissing him harder everytime. She swiped her tongue across his bottom lip as if asking permition to enter and he accepted.

"Dear god I'm getting out of here." Gabriel turned on his heel and walked out, slamming the door. 

"Thank you, God." Vivienne said before resuming to play tonsil hockey. Finally, Dean couldn't help it. He moved his hands from her sweet, sweet ass, up to her sides to start removing her shirt. Vivienne raised herself up and pulled away so he could take it off, along with his own.

"Baby, I want you."

"No."

"I meant now." Dean tightened his grip on her hands and rolled over, so that he was on top of her, holding her hands above her head.

Vivienne would have fought back, if it were any other guy, but Dean changed something in her. With him, she turned into something feral, something that whatever she wanted she got and as long as she got it, she didn't care how. And right now?

She wanted Dean.

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"Sam, babe, your brother needs to take his new pet to the vet, she has a bit of a humping problem." Sam smirked at his boyfriend across the table.

"Oh yeah? I take it you met Vivienne, then?"

"Yeah. And I don't  like her. Not a bit."

"Why not?" Sam reached across the cafe table to sip some of Gabe's coffee. "God thats sweet."

Gabe smiled. "I dunno. Something bout her. Granted I'm not Dean-O's biggest fan either, but still." He sighed and took Sam's hand, tracing designs on the back of it with his thumb.

They were both quiet a moment. Then Sam spoke up.

"Have you talked to Cas?"

"No. Have you?" Gabe looked up when Sam spoke. He couldn't believe he had forgotten his brother's 'crush' on Dean. If you could call it that. Cas was crazy for Dean.

"Not really. He came by earlier, but then again, so did Crowley. Crowley, Cas, Dean, and Vivienne all in the same room together? Not a good combo."

Gabe huffed. "I can imagine."

They were silent a moment before Sam spoke up. "Gabe, I really think you should talk to Cas." Sam reached across the table and took Gabe's other hand when he didn't answer. "When he left earlier he was crushed. It killed me to see him like that, but he wouldn't let me talk to him."

Gabe could only look up. He didn't know what to say. Cas was the one who would fix his broken heart, so how could he fix Cas', If he couldn't fix his own. "I will, babe, I will."

"When?" Sam loked at him knowingly.

"Well, um," Gabe looked around racking his brain for something. "

 "Why don't you invite him for dinner?" Sam interjected, seeing him at a loss for words.

"That's great!" Gabe frowned. "But then how do I break it to him?"

"You'll think of something, babe." Sam stood and kissed his boyfriends head. "Now I'm gonna go fix dinner."

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Dean woke up to the sound of arguing. He pretend to be asleep when he heard Vivienne walk in the room. "Okay, well I've got to go, Sarah. No I really do. Bye." Vivienne sighed and sat by Dean on the bed. "I know your awake Dean." 

Dean's eyes fluttered open. "What's wrong?" He reached up and brushed hair from her face, letting his hand stay against her cheek.

Vivienne just looked at the floor. "He's here."

"Who?" Dean leaned up, not bothering to cover back up with the sheet. Cause once you've seen it, you've seen it.

"My Dad." Vivienne whispered.

Dean just stayed quiet and pulled Vivienne close to him. When she started crying he just held her. Didn't say a word just held her close.

A few minutes later they got up, Dean got dressed, and they planned what they were gonna do. The plan was they were gonna trap her dad and Dean was going to kill him. Vivienne knew it wasn't really her dad so she was okay with him dying.
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So far everything had gone according to plan. Until Vivienne fainted. Then all hell broke loose.

"Oh, no, did Ms.Barbie faint? It must have been the sight of her dear old dad!" The demon laughed.

For about five minutes he taunted Dean about details of Julia Summer's death. It was horrible. He described how he had taken Ian Summers' body and then raped Julia. How he cuffed her to the kitchen table and carved into her skin with a knife. How he manipulated her body, all while she was alive. 

Finally, Dean couldn't take it anymore. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," The demon faltered, but didn't stop, so Dean continued. "Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio, infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." Still not stopping, but now struggling. "Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te, cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis." The demon stopped and closed his eyes. Dean didn't stop. "Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt. Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

 The demon started struggling to laugh, start taunting Dean, and Dean gritted his teeth against his own foul words, thinking of Vivienne. "Ergo draco malediccte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te." The demon stopped and started struggling and screaming. "Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare. Ut Ecclesiam tuam securea tibi facias libertate servire te rogamus, audi nos." Dean stopped and the demon screamed, flinging back his head. As black smoke filled the room, a concious Vivienne came and stood next to Dean.

"Why, Dean?" Dean looked at her.

"Because no matter what he said or did, I couldn't help, but think of you, and then of what happened to me since my mom and dad died. You shouldn't have to know what that feels like." The smoke left through a crack in the door and her dad started coughing.

"Daddy!" Vivienne couldn't help it. She burst into tears. When she had first seen him this afternoon he looked as he had 18 years ago with jet black hair and eyes to match. Now, looking at him, his hair flaked with grey, his skin and little wrinkles decorating his face. "Oh, Dad. Is it really you?"

"Is it really me? What the hell do you mean is it really me? Of course it is now that that big black bastard is out of me." Vivienne's dad looked at her and his face softened. "Oh my." He took a deep breath and a tear fell from his face. "My Vivienne. You look so much like your mother. A spitting image." He said this and his head fell in his hands. "Oh Julia. Oh Julia, I'm so sorry. Mi dispiace, il mio amore." Vivienne hugged her Dad close. 

"It's okay, Dad. Ot's all going to be okay." Her dad pulled away and looked at her.

"All going to be okay?" He looked at her like she had four heads. "Vivienne, I did it! Ho uccisa! Ho ucciso Julia!" 

When he started speaking Italian she broke down. She didn't know what to do. Her dad was in a pit that she couldn't pull him out of. Dean kneeled down. "Sir, if you don't mind me interjecting, Vivienne," he paused to look at her and wipe her tears away with one hand, "Nor I blame you. I for one blame that thing that was inside you. Because I can't believe for one second, that you could do something like that, something that horrible, if Vivienne is anything like you." Dean looked to her dad. "I just don't think it's possible."

Vivienne's dad was still crying, but had deminished to broken sobs. "How can you say that with such certainty?"

Dean looked at the ground. "Because I know that pain. My father knew that pain. He knew it far more than I could." Dean took a deep breath as if deciding to explain. After a few seconds he did. "My mom died when I was four. She was murdered by a demon with yellow eyes. My father learned to hunt and taught my brother and I. We grew up fighting, killing, side by side with our dad. Even though today, that yellow eyed demon is dead, I still hunt, to avenge my mom, protect my brother and her." Dean smiled and looked at Vivienne. "Hell. I'd do anything for her."

 

.:To Be Continued:.

 

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