Hey guys. Here's just a completely irrelevant story that I came up with out of boredom. Want to continue it. Let me know what you think.
Not only had I just moved clear across the country, but now I was facing down the barrel of a sawed off shotgun. The man holding it kept slowing decreasing the space between us as I tried to increase it. But my hastened steps were no competition for his Amazonian legs.
"Where is he?" Sam asked.
"If I knew, I'd tell you. I swear." My voice shook with fear.
I wasn't all too comfortable with the idea of having a gun pointed at me. Not only that, but Sam had never liked me that much. From the very beginning he had his suspicions and when his brother went missing I was the first suspect on his list.
Let me reverse though. I'm sure you're a bit confused. My name is Vivian Horsemen. I'm a five foot three, have blue eyes, long, curly brown hair, oh, and one other thing, I'm a prophet of the lord. But I wasn't always.
2 Months Earlier.
"Jason, wait up!" I shouted across the quad as I stumbled my way through Ithica University's campus. October weather had recently changed the tree foliage and with it my wardrobe. My heeled boots clicked as I stomped down the path toward Jason. He was my best friend and ex-boyfriend.
I know what you're thinking. How can you be friends with an ex? Well Jason and I were only together in the third grade. And we inevitably broke up when he spilled blue paint on my macaroni collage.
He stood six feet tall, towering over me, with sandy blonde hair and dark chocolate eyes. His smile made the cold wind at my back melt away as I bumped into his shoulder.
"You're late." He teased.
"Dr. Robinson won't even notice."
We made our way into the Ancient and Medieval Art class I had somehow convinced Jason to take with me. While this class worked for my Art History major, Jason's Business major fell asleep a lot.
We took our normal seats just as Dr. Robinson began his drone into the flying buttresses of Gothic Cathedrals of France. Towards the end of class I felt a hand brush the back of my shoulder. As I turned around I saw the most beautiful man I'd ever laid eyes on. His dirty blond hair was quaffed back from his face and piercing hazel eye seared into mine. His lips quivered and then pulled up at the corners in a crocked smile that made my heart flutter.
"Are you Vivian?" he whispered.
I opened my mouth the respond but my throat dried out and I wound up making the sound of a coffin hinge. I cleared my throat and tried again.
"Yeah. Yes. Yeah." I stuttered.
His half grin became a full smile and I fluttered again.
"We need you to come with us." He said.
"What?"
"Trust me." He winked at me.
Jason had turned to the conversation. "She's not going to go anywhere with you. She doesn't know you."
I had taken into account that the strange man had said "us" so I looked at the taller man sitting to his left. Brown shaggy hair almost hid brown eyes that seemed to scrutinize every decision I'd ever made. I cringed back from him a little. His gaze was intense against mine.
"That'll be all today, I'll see you next week." I heard Dr. Robinson dismiss the class.
I stood and collected my books. "Why do I need to come with you?" I shoved my binder into my backpack.
"You know why." The gorgeous man said.
"No. I don't think I do. But it was nice talking to you. Excuse me." I shuffled down the aisle behind Jason and when we got into the row he placed himself between me and the two men now standing and watching us leave.
Right before we left the room I glanced back over my shoulder. The intense man was saying something to the beautiful man and seemed upset about it. The beautiful man caught my gaze and just smiled. Flutter.
Later in my apartment I couldn't get that man's eyes out of my head. He looked at me like we've known each other our whole lives. Like he knew every facet of my being. Then, it happened.
A flash of light in my head and I closed my eyes against the intensity. I saw a man standing behind a student and suddenly he attacked her. She screamed out in pain and terror and I felt it go rushing through my body.
Then it was gone. And I was back in my own body. This wasn't the first time this had happened. My head felt like someone had split it open with an ax and pulled out what was inside like a toy candy box. Each time I felt like I wanted to fall onto my knees and bring up what I had eaten that day.
I fell off my bed and stumbled out into the hallway to the sink. Turning on the light I found it to be painful so I flipped it back off. I stared at myself in the dimly lit mirror. What in the world had just happened?
"Peanut Butter numbs the pain." A voice said from the shadows behind me.
I screamed and whipped around to see the man from my art history class standing against my doorframe.
"I'm not here to hurt you." He put up his hands in a surrender position.
"That's what people say to you before you're never seen again." I whispered.
The crocked smile returned and so did my flutter.
"Believe me, if I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead by now."
"Is that supposed to comfort me?" I blinked at him.
He pushed off the doorframe and took a step toward me. I was flush up against the sink with no escape root. Knowing this, he continued inching closer and closer to me.
"Vivian Horsemen." He sighed my name. "I was warned that you were a pistol."
"Warned? You make it sound like a bad thing."
"Oh, I don't believe there's anything bad about you." He was right on top of me now. I could feel his knee bump mine as he slid his leg in between my own. His breath tickled my face and bounced my hair away from my eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked breathlessly.
"Dean. Winchester."
Dean sat at my kitchen counter watching me as I bounced around. I jumped as the teakettle screamed. I heard Dean chuckle as I took it off the burner.
"What did you call it again?" I poured the hot water into two cups and placed tea bags in both. I placed one in front of Dean and sat across from him.
"Prophet." He eyed the tea and seemed to not know what it was.
"Yeah. No. I'm not a" I froze for a moment. Trying to say the word. "prophet." I finally spat it out.
"I'm a Gemini. I wear my jeans for multiple days in a row. I'm an Art History major. But I'm not a prophet; especially for any god. I went to catholic school I know what prophets were. I'm not an old, bearded man. I don't have visions…" as I said this I stopped.
"You've had a vision." Dean said.
"No." I lied.
Dean tightened his mouth. "Vivian, I need you to come with us. There are powerful evils out here that want to kill you. After what happened to Kevin…" now Dean was the one to pause.
"Who's Kevin?" I sipped my tea.
"The prophet before you. He was…killed."
"Ok. That doesn't make me excited to come with you." I admitted.
"Yes." Dean leaned forward. "But this time is different. I'm here to protect you. I'm not going to disappear like I did with Kevin."
"What about school?"
"You'll have to drop out."
"And my family?"
Dean remained silent.
"But, my dad. My dogs. My sister." Tears sprung to my eyes and I choked back a sob.
Dean placed his hands around the mug of tea in front of him. "I know this is a lot to absorb. But I promise, it'll be ok."
"How?" I almost shrieked. "I have to leave my entire life behind."
"Look, we don't have time. But I promise that I won't let anything happen to you."
"And what if I just stay here?" I leaned toward him.
"You'll be hunted down and your eyes burned from your skull."
That gave me moment for pause. Then, after a long breath in I finally opened my mouth. "Interesting."
"Pack lightly."
Dean drove a black 1967 Chevy Impala. He shoved a duffel bag stuffed with clothes and toiletries and my backpack with my computer and miscellaneous items into his trunk. I noticed a small latch at the floor of his trunk and reached for it. Dean snapped out and stopped my hand.
"We should get going." He said.
I squinted at him and dropped my hand. As I walked to the passenger side of his car I looked down at my wrist. Dean's hand was rough and coarse. His palm burned against my pale skin and I swear I saw the faint light of a red mark glowing on my skin.
I got into the car and immediately began to shiver. I wrapped my arms around my torso and looked out the window at the fall colors. The leaves fell peacefully as we pulled out of the parking spot.
Then Dean slammed on the brakes. I jolted forward, placing my hands on the dashboard so that I didn't slam into it.
"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered as he threw the car into park.
I whipped around to look through the back windshield. Jason stood in at the rear bumper starring through the car at me.
"What the hell." I got out of the car and marched over to Jason. "What are you doing?"
"I could ask you the same thing." He eyed Dean leaning against the roof of the car.
"I'm…" I cast a look back at dean, who locked eyes with me. "going away for a little bit."
"Vivian. You just met this guy. Where are you going with him?" Jason grabbed my arm.
"Jase, it's fine. I trust him."
Jason's hand tightened on my bicep "Jason, let go."
"He's not safe Viv, you don't know anything about him."
"Jason. Let go."
"Viv, tell me what's going on!"
There was a thud and Jason suddenly wasn't in front of me anymore. Dean stood next to me.
"What did you do that for?" I dropped down to Jason's side. He was groaning in pain.
"He'll be fine." Dean put his hands into the pocket of his leather coat.
"Jason?"
"What?" Jason popped back up. "Did you just punch me in the head?"
I put my hands between Dean and Jason one on each of their chests. I felt Dean tense and lean forward.
"Jason. You have my phone number. I'll be fine." I hugged him. "Tell my dad I love him."
I let go of Jason and pointed at the car. "Go." I said to Dean.
He cocked his lips at me and looked down from his nine inches above me. Dean slid back into the car and I heard the engine turn over.
Jason and I stood off to the side as Dean pulled out of the spot and idled for me.
"Jason, I need you to tell my dad that I'm ok. And that I love him." I hugged Jason and felt him wince a little. "Please, I need you to take care of him and make sure he's ok."
"Viv.."
"Don't. Just trust me."
"Be safe Viv. And come back to me."
I folded myself into the Impala. The car had warmed up in the time that I was speaking with Jason.
"Where are we going?" I asked Dean as I clicked the buckle into its lock.
"North Dakota." Dean pulled away from Ithica and I felt my heart tearing away from Jason.
"Okay." I slumped down into the seat.
"I'm sorry Vivian." We pulled onto the highway and I felt the Impala roar under me.
"Viv." I said,
"I'm sorry Viv."
"How long until North Dakota?" I felt my eyelids drifting down.
"Not long."
I woke up and the moon was sailing next to my window and mountains surrounded us.
"Where are we?" I sat up and stretched.
"Ohio." Dean gripped the steering wheel with a death grip.
"How long have I been sleeping?" I rubbed my eyes and tried to see the hands on my watch.
"About seven hours. I checked your pulse at one time." I could see Dean's facial features in the dull light of the dashboard. His jaw was tense as if he was trying to hold something back. Stubble lined his once smooth skin. And his eyes seemed to droop in fatigue.
Before I could stop myself I reached across the cabin and ran the tips of my fingers across his jaw. Dean tensed as I drew my fingers along the line of his bone.
"I'm so sorry." I pulled my hand away. "I don't know why I did that."
Dean pulled off into a rest stop. "I need to pit stop for a moment. Fell free to stretch you legs." He didn't look at me as he got out of the car.
I felt the blood beating in my cheeks as I stepped out into the frigid night air. I walked around to the trunk to retrieve a coat I'd packed.
When I popped open the lid I saw that latch at the base of his trunk. Moving my bags to the side, I looped a finger into the latched and heaved it open.
Guns, knives, and, weirdly, salt along with other items filled a hidden compartment under the trunk. I stepped back, letting the trap door fall back onto the discovery.
I heard boots approaching from the building and I turned to see Dean looking at me with his brow furrowed.
"I knew you were gonna kill me." I put the car between Dean and I, completely forgetting about being cold.
"Viv, I'm not going to hurt you." Dean put his hands up in surrender. "If you can believe that you're a profit, you can believe that there are other things that exist. Right?"
"I guess." I stuttered.
"I'm an hunter. I hunt all the evil in the world that preys on the innocent and I, for lack of better words, have saved the world from time to time." He explained.
"You've got to be kidding me. You expect me to believe that you're some sort of supernatural FBI that goes around saving people from the things that go bump in the night and no one knows you exist?"
"Well, when you put it like that." He shrugged.
"Look, this was a fun little adventure. But I'm just gonna go." I started grabbing my bags.
"I've tried nice, I've tried understanding," Dean grabbed some duct tape from the trunk. "But I'm tired. I have probably ten more hours of driving ahead of me. Either get in the car or you'll be sitting in the back seat."
I looked at Dean, and then the rest stop building. It couldn't be more that fifty feet from us. I could probably make it. I took off, rounding the car and bolting for the lights at the edge of the building.
Something snagged my jeans from behind and my face hit the loose gravel of the lot. Someone straddled by lower back and I heard the tell tale sound of duct tape ripping.
The duct tape placed over my mouth cut off my scream. Then my hands were taped together and I was hoisted onto my feet.
"Now, let's get back on the road." Dean grumbled.
I dragged my feet the whole way to the car but it turned out that Dean was a lot stronger than I thought he was. Dean placed me in the back seat and buckled me in.
I tried to say, "This is kidnapping." but it came out as "Hmm hm hmmm hmmm hmmm."
Dean just nodded and said "Yeah, yeah, yeah."
He got into the drivers seat and we peeled out of the rest stop.
For the next six hours I tried anything to annoy Dean. I kicked his seat on and off for about three hours. I tried screaming through the tape but every time I did that Dean just turned the rock music up. So eventually I settled into the back seat. The leather was worn and tired. It had seen many years of abuse and wear. As I scanned over the door I notice the initials D.W. and S.W. carved into the veneer.
I kicked Dean's seat and saw his eyes flick into the review mirror. Tipped my chin up and dean pulled to the side of the road. He turned his body around to look at me.
"What?"
"Hm hmmm hm hmm." I groaned.
Dean ripped the tape off my mouth and I gritted my teeth. "I have to pee."
Dean sighed and hauled himself out of the drivers seat. My door was opened and then I was standing in the brisk night air, leaning against Dean's body. His torso was well toned and lean. I could feel his chest push me and then embrace me as he breathed. I almost wanted to lay my head down and close my eyes.
"If you try to run, I'll put you in the trunk." His voice rumbled low in his chest, vibrating me.
I nodded; having no doubt that he would do just what he promised. Dean took me just to the brush of the trees and waited. I stared at him with one eyebrow raised. He sighed again and turned his back to me.
I've always hated nature. I love the idea of nature. But I hated being in it.
When I was done Dean walked us back to the car. The whole time I stumbled against Dean. My legs were numb from being cramped in the back seat so long.
"Can I sit up front again?" I pleaded.
Dean looked down at me.
"I promise to be good." I looked at him through my eyes lashes.
Dean blew out a final sigh and walked me around to the passenger side door.
"If only I knew you were gonna be this much trouble." He shook his head.
I stuck out my tongue at him and folded myself into the Impala.
We finally crossed the border into North Dakota and Dean seemed to loosen a bit.
"So, what's the plan once we get there." I picked at the pull in my jeans.
"We have to see Bobby."
"Bobby?"
"He's a friend. He'll know how to keep you safe."
Thirty minutes later we finally pulled into an abandoned looking house.
"Because this isn't where people are murdered." I muttered as I fell out of the car. I raised my arms above my head and let my whole body fill into the infinite space around me. It felt so good not to be cramped into that car anymore.
When I collected myself I caught Dean looking at me from the trunk of the car.
"What?" I asked.
"For such a small girl, you have large stretches."
I shrugged and took my bag of clothes from Dean. The door to the house opened and the man that I had seen with Dean in my Art History class stepped out onto the stoop.
"Viv, this is my brother, Sam." Dean gestured up to the tall man.
"Nice to officially meet." I stuck out my hand to shake his.
Sam ignored my gesture and ushered us into the house. "What took you so long to get here?" He sat at a computer and started typing.
"We had a few pit stops." Dean cast a look down at me and I felt heat rise in my cheeks.
I love when she does that.
"What?" I asked.
"We had to stop a few times." Dean reiterated.
"No. What did you say after that?"
"Nothing." Dean squinted his eyes at me. Sam looked up from his computer and furrowed his brow.
"Sorry. I'm just tired." I brushed it off.
"Maybe you should get some sleep." Sam suggested.
Maybe I should join you.
"Excuse me?" I stared at Dean.
"What?" he said.
"You just said…" I closed my eyes. "Nothing. I really need sleep."
"I'll show you the bed." Sam looked at me like I was crazy.
"O-ok." I stammered and followed him down a hallway.
I dumped my stuff beside a mattress that looked like it belonged in an insane asylum, but my body was so exhausted that I couldn't seem to care.
As I fell onto the bed, Sam and Dean's voices carried down the hallway.
"There's something off about her Dean." Sam said.
"She's just tired and afraid. She doesn't know what's going on."
"So maybe she should be told. Bobby needs to know that we've got this under control. She's just a girl."
She's not just a girl. I heard Dean say.
The voices got quieter and I slowly drifted off to sleep.
The setting sun cast long rays through the boarded up widows when I woke up. I moaned and rolled over onto my side. My hair fell over my face and I squinted through the locks. Dean sat in the corner in an armchair. His head was slumped forward making him appear to be sleeping. I pushed the hair out of my face and slid off the bed.
I made my way over to him and squatted down in front of him. Before I placed my hand on his shoulder to wake him I took a minute to scan his face. There was a sort of boyish charm masked by a rugged past.
"Dean." I shook his leg trying to stir him.
At once he was awake. Then his hand was around my throat and I was pinned to the floor.
"Dean." I choked out. I clawed at his grip on my neck; my eyes had begun to water.
I could see the realization come back into Dean's eyes and he released my throat. I coughed, rolling onto my stomach and tried to breath through the pain.
"Oh my god, Viv. Are you ok?" I felt Dean's hand so gently on my back then brushing hair out of my face.
"What happened!" I identified Sam's voice now in the room.
"Water. Get water." Dean instructed.
I was beginning to breath more easily. I slowed my breaths and tried to push up off the ground. Dean braced me and helped me to the bed. He went to brush my hair back again and I flinched away from him.
Dean's hand stopped mid air. Shit. She'll never trust me again.
"I'm fine. It wasn't your fault." I reassured him.
"Viv, I'm so sorry." There goes any physical contact.
"Dean it's fine. I'm not afraid of you touching me." I said.
"What?" Dean leaned down into my peripheral view.
How does she know what I'm thinking?
"I don't. You keep saying things out loud." I scoffed at him.
"Viv, I didn't say that out loud." Dean sounded concerned.
I looked up at him. "What?"
Sam came back with water just then. I took slow sips, the pain in my throat was searing.
"Sam, can you give us some privacy?" Dean asked.
Sam and him exchanged glances but Sam reluctantly left.
Dean looked at me. Viv, what am I thinking?
"How am I supposed to know." I shrugged.
"Vivian, look at me." Dean said. Do you hear me?
"What?"
You can hear me. Can't you?
My mouth fell open. I stared at Dean in complete horror. "What is happening?"
Can you hear my thoughts?
"Yes." I breathed.
"What color am I thinking?" Dean questioned. Black.
"Black." I responded.
"Son of a bitch."
"What do you mean I can hear thoughts!" I paced the room. "Is that some sort of profit thing!?"
"I don't know. No profit I've even known has been able to do that." Dean pondered.
"So earlier…when you said…I wasn't just tired?"
"No, it appears not. About that…"
"It's nothing. I don't even remember what you said."
Liar.
"I am not!"
"This is going to be interesting." Dean smiled.
"Interesting? No, I don't think that's the right word. Horrible? Life ruining? Yes. Interesting? No." I paced.
"Viv." Dean reached out to console me.
"Don't." I slapped his hand away. "Just leave me alone."
Dean stepped back from me, watching me like a hawk. His eyes followed me as I paced the room.
I read minds now. Great! Another thing to add to the freak list.