A/N: This came to me in a dream I just recently had. And it was so bizarre and interesting that I thought that by turning into a fanfiction, I could entertain some readers with it. I kept waking up, and falling back asleep only to have it continue, as I have control over my dreams. To a fault, of course. I hope that I can get this written exactly as I dreamed it! Enjoy my loves! And yes, the OC written is in place of me. Because this dream was from my perspective. That being said, I'm not actually all that interested in either Sam or Dean as romantic involvements, this is just how it transpired in my dream. Alright, let's go!
"So get this," A lit up screen of a tablet was forcibly shoved into Dean's face before the coffee had a chance to finish brewing. Giving his brother a gravely look, and a sneer, Dean looked down at the screen where an article about a series of grocery store robberies...going right?
"Sam, it's my job to fix the things that go wrong and bump in the night. Not things that have a happy ending in grocery stores." His gruff voice was on the verge of annoyance. Sam grinned like he knew something which irritated the older brother that much more. How could it be 8am and Sam be awake, showered, shaved, and dressed without a struggle? Jerk.
"That isn't the weird part. There's this grocery store in California that seems to have an unusually high robbery rate. And the one to catch all the perps?" He paused for effect and swiped to an image of a young woman in her late 20's with coal black wavy hair and jade-green eyes. "This girl. Viveka Jones. She's been the store manager there for the last 5 years and says that she single-handedly takes the robbers down and saves the store."
"So?" Dean's coffee still wasn't finished and he wasn't seeing the appeal other than the fact that the girl in mention was a 10 out of 10 hottie that he would buy a drink for in the bar.
"They were all given jobs afterwards, a second chance. They're like cronies, according to customers. And the kicker?" Sam poured himself a glass of orange juice from the pitcher on the table and took a sip. "They claim to have all been taken down because she bit them in order to subdue them."
The theoretical light bulb turned on over Dean's head and caused him to look at Sam.
"So you're saying, that the store manager of the local Piggly Wiggly is a second chance giving, grocery shelf stocking vampire queen who employs the robbers that she turned into her nestlings?"
The silence in the kitchen was deafening while Sam sat back with his juice.
"Pretty much, yeah. But not a Piggly Wiggly, it's a chain called Pavillions. This is one of the larger counties is Southern California. According to the article, somewhere between Los Angeles and Disneyland."
"Great. While we're at it, after we gank the fanger, we can visit the House of Mouse."
At least the coffee was finally done.
After some more studying, plenty of packing of both beer and weapons, the Winchester brothers set out from the bunker going due west towards the Golden Coast. Sam continued to rattle off Viveka's record of being the hero for her store and then employeeing the potential thieves. It seemed like the entire staff was just one big nest of vampires that they had to take down. But then again, did they?
"I don't see why we don't just let this one go, I mean. She's not really hunting on the innocent, right?" Dean inquired, keeping his eyes trained on the very long road ahead. To his right, Sam sat with papers and files open across his lap and the dashboard.
"Well...she's a vampire. Isn't that what we're supposed to do?" With a deep inhale through his nose and an exhale heavy enough to puff his stubbly cheeks out, Dean rolled his shoulder and readjusted himself in his seat. 10 years ago, that would have been a simple question to answer. But after Benny coming across his path, it changed his view on vamps. Not all of them were gnarly bloodsuckers.
"Nevermind." Dean cleared his throat and squeezed his eyes shut and open again to refocus. "Does it say how many she's got in the nest?"
"Uhh..." A ruffle of papers of store files that Sam had gotten a hold of disrupted the soft playing of Journey in the car. "Yeah, the official roster for the store she frequents is 40. And another store she runs on the other side of town is at about 38. It says that she keeps operations running so smoothly that district managers want to give her another store."
"Which means more minions. Those numbers are insane. And her cronies are under control?"
"Like a spell. They don't attack humans, there's no record of any attacks in those areas. She plays a clean game." That seemed so out of the ordinary for a vampire that was seemingly building a small empire or and army of younglings, how she was keeping that many under control, the boys had no idea. But all they knew was that they were hunters and vampires were the bad guys. No questions asked.
"Attention Pavillion's shoppers, the time is now 10:45 and the store will be closing in 15 minutes. Please make your final selections and purchases as we prepare to close. As always, thank you for choosing Pavillion's for all of your grocery needs, we are happy to have you with us, and have a good night."
The number of customers in the store had started to dwindle from the busy scurry it had been earlier that evening as the people of this town had all gotten off work and were picking something up for supper. For now, it was the stragglers. The folks who have last minute cravings, desperate husbands with pregnant wives, and bored teenagers with nothing better to do. Be that as it may, the store was still in good shape and was just about ready to call it a day.
Locking the doors behind the last customer, Viveka swung around with her back against the doors with an exhausted huff. All of the carts were in the process of being returned and the floors being swept, a couple of her crew were meticulously restocked and refreshing old merchandise with fresh and in date products. With one duty done and another started, the store was ready to be locked up for the night like clockwork.
"Headin' out, Boss." One of her employees shouted into the store office 30 minutes later as she rang up all the register tills and balanced the safe.
"Alright, but boys, stay out of sight. The woods where we hunt may be prosperous but it's also private land. Be careful." The boss was waved off like she had nothing to worry about and she was at last, left alone with her store and her numbers. Her two favorite things in the world. And she was almost done and ready to leave to her other store to get the deposit for the morning drop. But her fine ears picked up something out of place, a sound that didn't belong in the empty parking lot. An engine?
"What?" She muttered, stepping out with the deposit bag tucked tightly in her grip, she made sure the safe was closed and locked followed by her office door. She didn't have the space for another team member at this store, and she was hoping she wouldn't have to hurt anyone. The distinctive creak and slam of two heavy, metal doors caught her attention as she turned out the lights in the store. She could see in the dark, humans couldn't.
"Well, it looks like Mommy Vampire is onto us, Sammy." Dean said, slamming the trunk shut. The cutting of the lights always meant that whoever was inside, they didn't want to be found. Both brother's adjusted their tires in their cheap suits as they cautiously approached the store from where they parked on the side. There was a vehicle parked just outside the employee entrance, but to their disadvantage, it was locked.
"Get to work on the door. I'm gonna head to the front." Dean left his brother to pick the door like he seemed so well inclined to do. With one hand on the gun attached to his hip, Dean slowly approached the front of the store by staying close to the wall. Behind him, Sam had the door open and he signaled him to take that route, he had the front. And unless she chose to make a run for the back and make a lot of noise, they had her cornered.
"So you're a Winchester come out to put a steak in my heart. Was wondering when you'd catch wind of my super evil ploy."
"Hey!" Dean jumped and pointed his gun straight at her, wooden bullets loaded and ready to fire. With a deep sigh, Viveka maneuvered the bank deposit into her purse so it would remain safe. "Oh like I'm going to take money from a grocery store, what kinda guy do you take me for?"
"Depends," She said, tying her dark hair up into a pony tail, watching every twitch he made out of caution. "What kind of vampire do you take me for?"
"The kind who turns thugs into vamp slaves. I'm sure their moral compasses don't point due North but what you're doing is hella messed up."
"Okay, and while you point that useless thing at me, your brother is busy raiding my organic aisle which I expect you to pay for. And...hella?" Dean eyeballed as the pretty vampire dared to crook an eyebrow at his expense, with her stupid vampire judgey stare. Gun still pointed, he cocked it and aimed for the head.
"It's in, nowadays. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way."
"As much as this foreplay turns me on, I really have to get to my other store on the other side of town before midnight to make the deposit." As Viveka turned to leave, a wooden bullet whizzed past her head and lodged itself into the thick glass of the automatic doors. From what he could tell, her eyes seemed to take on a glow. That was unexpected, it seemed to be fueled by either anger or irritation.
"My insurance won't pay for hunter's damage. I'm not hurting anyone-"
"Except your little vampire employees. I know how many you have and what it takes to keep things like you sustained. Who is feeding them?"
Glowing eyes rolled before hearing a crash come from inside the store. Whipping her head around, she saw that it was Sam, breaking through the inner automatic doors making his way to the outer set and straight for her. All it took was the turn of a key for the doors to open at a speed neither Winchester could keep up with and Sam splattered on the concrete at both Dean and Viveka's feet.
"Why are you guys messing up my store?! My employees feed on wildlife in the foothills to the East. Me? I'm an ancient. I don't need blood more than once every few decades or so. I'm not hurting anyone." Viveka managed to explain herself with that hypnotic stare that had Dean hanging on every word. Sam managed to get up onto his feet and step in between the two to break whatever voodoo magic she was practicing on his brother.
"We're hunters, you're the vampire. We take you out, end of story. And when you fall, so do your kids." Sam barked as Dean shook his head. It was like she was inside him, in his head speaking whispers of truths that he didn't know existed. Her voice was inside his mind, and the longer he looked into those glowing pools of jade, the more he listened.
"Sam, wait," The elder spoke up, cautiously lowering his weapon. "What's an ancient?"
A/N: Chapter one is done! Let me know what you think guys, I love reviews as much as money. Bear in mind, this was a dream I had that I had to write down or I'd go nuts. This one, unlike my Ninja Turtle's fic, I'm not living vicariously. If I don't get it down, it'll be reoccuring. And those get annoying. ANYWAY. I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as my other stories. Still need to work on Holes...someday...
