A/N: It's remarkable that I'm able to remember this dream for this long. But it continues!


"Hey, Viv!" Dean's deep voice barked from not too far in the distance behind the vampire. She'd taken a long walk down the hillside that the bunker was tucked away in, found herself a rock to sit on, and just sat there to think. At first, she didn't acknowledge the hunter's call, why should she? After all, she was just a tool for them to use in the time of a crisis. Not a friend or a member of a team, a tool. Something about being knocked down that low hit her hard in a dark place.

"Viveka!" Once again that low voice called her name and she finally surrendered with a heavy sigh.

"I'm down here..." Viveka's voice was barely above a gentle call, making it a point that she didn't want to be found. But find her, he did and lowered himself onto the flat boulder just beside her. Viveka was hunched with her forearms resting on her thighs, hands clasped together as if in desperate prayer. With his boot, Dean nudged Viveka's foot to bring her attention up from the layer of dead leaves on the ground.

"What's goin' on? You've been out here for over an hour." He muttered quietly as she shifted a little bit away from him. Dean found her behavior weird and scooted right back against her. When she moved once again, she realized she ran out of space on the rock and just exhaled in defeat. "Viv?"

"What are you planning to use me for?" She said at last after some more nudging of his foot and shoulder. Dean was caught off guard and struggled to find the answer, at least the answer that wouldn't upset her. "I saw the notes that Sam was taking. My blood has regeneritive properties, it heals. It had a big, dark circle around the words. So just, be honest."

"Ah..." Not much got by this vampire, and if it did, it didn't stay unknown for long. Twisting his lips in thought and biting the inside of his cheek nervously, Dean ventured that honesty was the only way to make her trust him. Even if he didn't completely trust her, yet. "Well, maybe. If at some point in the future you find yourself still with us, then yeah. We'd ask you for some blood. But..."

Viveka swallowed as she let it soak in. Her eyes glanced up for a moment just in time to watch a little white rabbit tail disappear into a burrow. However, her attention was snagged when her hand was envoloped in a calloused warmth. Startled, she dared a look to find that her hand had disappeared within the hold of Dean's. It took some wriggling but he managed to lace their fingers together and give her a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"We won't hold you prisoner. I won't hold you prisoner."

"Then why did you bring me here?" Viveka asked incredulously. It made no sense, if she was free to go, why did they drag her away from her happy little grocery store living?

"I don't know I-...I wasn't expecting you to have such a charming personality, I guess. And it crossed my mind that our paths were supposed to meet." Viveka withdrew her hand from Dean's to reach into her hoodie pocket and withdraw a pack of cigarettes and a silver zippo. Once the butt of one was tucked between her lips, she lit the end until it glowed. Dean didn't think she smoked, but from the smooth fashion in which she lit one up, he assumed she'd been doing so for a good few hundred years.

"Meant to be, huh?" She said, her voice just a little muffled from the cigarette in her mouth. She quickly rectified the problem by withdrawing it between two fingers and exhaling a stream of milky white smoke through her nose. "You believe that crap?"

"I've gone through too many things to not believe in it. I've seen God and partied with the King of Hell, my best friend is an angel, and I've died a few hundred times only to come back. So yeah, I believe in a little thing called fate."

Puffing away on her cigarette, Viveka chuckled quietly through her nose and flicked the ashes with her thumb. She was so unreadable that it confused Dean, unsure about what she was going to say next. One would think that with all the vampires he'd run across that he'd be better practiced or prepared in how they ticked. But watching her anxiously take long drags on her cigarette was one of the most intense experiences.

"Fate," She said quickly, dropping the cigarette to snuff it out under her sneaker. "So let me see if I have this right. You think that we're drawn together, but at the same time, you want to use me as your fountain of health."

"Well when you put it that way it sounds awful."

"Hah!" Viveka stood up, brushing off her back side of any dirt before shoving both of her hands into her pockets. The air was cold inside her lungs when she took a deep breath while she struggled with the decision of what to do next. Every nerve in her body was screaming at her to run until her feet bled. But now, she had nowhere to go. Thanks to these idiot Winchesters.

"Viveka, come on. Work with me a little, please?" The vampire whipped around with such a glare that actually made his skin crawl.

"Why should I? You drag me hundreds of miles away from home, make me abandon my clan, and now you want me to be your friend? Are you psychotic?" At this point, she was pacing both anxiously and furiously. Dean had a lot of nerve, asking so much of her when they had low-key kidnapped her. He was making her so irritated, so upset that the desire to feed again was creeping its way into her mind.

"I'm sorry, alright! I wasn't thinking, this doesn't usually happen. Vampires in my world aren't like you. They're evil, blood sucking bastards without a conscience."

"Damn it, Dean!" Viveka screeched, taking a powerful swipe at an unfortunately close tree. Chunks of bark and splinters flew at Dean's face which caused him to shield his eyes and duck slightly. When he lowered his defenses, she was standing there, panting heavily with her fangs gaping out of her own mouth. The creature looked like a beast on the edge and Dean felt a pang of guilt for putting her there.

"Woah, just relax. You don't wanna hurt me-"

"Don't I?" She snapped. Drawing her fingers into her palms until her knuckles cracked, the vampire managed to get a grip on herself and her anger until both her fangs receded and her tempered dissipated. Her entire body seemed to be trembling wildly and if Dean wasn't careful, she'd slip through the cracks. Slowly, Dean took a step towards her with his hand outstretched.

"Viveka, come on. Come back inside, let's talk. Please?" Bright eyes glanced at Dean's hand, his palm was open with his fingers beckoning for her to come back. Viveka stared at it for what felt like an eternity before eventually, her guard fell at last. His fingers came tightly around her hand and began to bring her back towards him and the bunker.

"Fine. But I'm still pissed at you, you're not getting my blood." She said at last once they had started back up the hill. Dean chuckled, that was fair.

"Alright." Dean chose to say nothing else the entire way back, he didn't want to shove his foot in his mouth. He was even nice enough to hold the door open for her. Once they made their way back downstairs to the common room, Castiel was sitting in one of the arm chairs with Viveka's book open in his lap.

"Hey Cas, doin' some reading?"

"Well, yes. There is only one way to get through a book, and that is to read it." Viveka snickered, he was such a smartass. She could appreciate it, however the subject matter in his lap was making her somewhat nervous. He was an angel, capable of slaying her with a simple flick of the wrist. It was engrained into her for as far back as she can remember that angel's were to be feared and respected. Jade hues remained down as she passed through the room to disappear down the hall into the bedroom she'd been given.

"Dean, this girl. She makes me very uneasy." The angel closed the book and set it on the table beside him before he stood and placed his hands on both of his friend's shoulders. The worry in his eyes was unmistakable. Castiel was the voice of reason for the Winchesters, without Bobby, he was all they had to keep their heads straight. Dean understood the concern, he was getting involved in a place he shouldn't, although he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was a reason Viveka popped up on their radar.

"Don't worry, Cas. I've got this." Speaking with his eyes, Dean made it so Castiel would feel at ease about what he said. He meant it, he wasn't going to let this go south. As long as she stayed close and in his line of sight, nothing bad would happen. He hoped. "Why don't you go and get some rest, huh?"

At first, Castiel wanted to argue. However he knew Dean well enough than to ever doubt his choices, that would only end in some rough words and a lot of liquor. Sober Dean was a friendly Dean. Plenty of years and numerous bottles of beer and whiskey was the hunter's track record that Castiel had to reference. Letting it go was the wiser decision, albeit, never often the smartest. Hopefully, where Viveka was concerned, he wouldn't have to worry about Dean and Sam's well-being. If they trusted her, Castiel would, too.

"If you say so. I think I'll go turn on the Netflix now." Castiel spoke simply before hobbling away down the hall. Dean cast a hand over his eyes, giving the corners near his nose a gentle rub to stave off what threatened to be a headache. He sank down into one of the arm chairs near the book case and stretching out his legs, Dean sighed. This was going to be an interesting experience with a vampire in the bunker. The mental battle about whether or not she could truly be trusted was put to rest, at least for the night, Dean needed a stiff drink. Or two.