Chapter four
In which Vivae sees Dean die for two minutes and we meet adorable angels.
AN: I decided to update this because I'm on a roll. I can't make this misspelled and childish because SOMEONE will point out that this is terrible and that I'm a terrible writer because they haven't been properly reading that this is a troll fic. But it is terrible and it is a troll fic, so try to enjoy this chapter.
I haven't really complained too much about reviews, but… review? Please?
Castiel is utterly adorable and he will be around…
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Vivae happily stayed behind as Dean and Sam went ahead to the wood factory. In about forty eight hours or less, Dean Winchester would die of shock. Knowing a person would die is horrible and sad, but the stupid man went ahead and caught it. It wasn't his fault, but at the same time it was his fault for being a jerk. For about an hour she was reading, but then she got bored and went to visit the station. Through some blinds she spotted the sheriff frantically rubbing the insides of his arms, bleeding profusely. Passively, she watched as blood spotted the leather seat in the office and the pieces of a4 paper he kept near the printer on his desk. He looked afraid. She came back to the motel, back to Sam and Dean's room, waiting once more.
When they came back Sam nodded his confirmation.
"Ghost,"
"What type?"
"A buruburu has to be killed with fear," Sam said and he glanced at Dean whose eyes were wide and his head whipping around with terror.
"Did Bobby tell you or something?" Vivae asked curiously.
"Yep, he's fluent in Japanese," Sam said, "So, Vivae, he already has hallucinations can you monitor Dean? He has two hours left,"
"That's surprising; I thought it was longer," Vivae said, "What do I have to do?"
"Make him not trash the hotel room," Sam said, "I'm going to take down the ghost," Vivae nodded reluctantly and lead Dean to the couch/bed to rest. Sam turned on his heel and left.
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Vivae never felt so afraid for one person. He was trampling around, shrieking uncontrollably. She had to follow closely behind so he won't wreck himself. His arms were profusely bleeding just like the sheriff's. She grabbed his wrists and forced him back onto the bed, he was trying to reach towards the bible and she went ahead and got it for him.
"Calm down, please calm down, Dean! Get ahold of yourself!" She shoved the bible in his hand and he clutched it to his chest. It was hopeless; Dean Winchester was so close to die. Bursting in, brandishing a gun was the sheriff, his eyes ready to pop out of their sockets. His whole arms gloved with blood. He pointed the gun at Dean and Vivae and Dean stood before she can force him down again.
"Please sheriff wait-," Dean was forced back by Vivae as the sheriff finally died. She stared, horror rising in her chest as the man fell. His heart already gave out and Dean was next.
"Why was I infected?" Dean asked eyes glazed over with delirium, "Why?"
"It's a ghost," Vivae said in a panicky, high pitched voice, "A ghost disease, Sam will solve everything, Sam and Bobby,"
"No," Dean said, he stood, but stumbled violently on a table, "Get away! Go away!" He was gasping and convulsing, gulping in breaths of air, desperate for air.
"Dean! Please, calm down! No! You will not die on me!" Vivae lifted Dean by the jacket, tears welling up in her eyes. Dean goes still, and his eyes look blank. She starts to panic, allowing tears to fall.
"Dean!" Vivae screamed, "Dean! NO!" She let go of Dean's jacket and sat there, tears rolling down her cheeks. There was no point to wipe her tears, Dean was de-
Oh…
Dean's back arched, his eyes flashed with surprise he gasped for air, clutching his chest, coughing. Vivae helped Dean up, hastily wiping her tears sniffling like a big baby.
"Dean!" Vivae turned around and flung her arms around him. It was an extremely awkward moment, for Dean wasn't really hugging back, "You're alive! Don't you dare scare me like that?" She separated from him and hit him on the shoulder. Dean was really confused he rubbed his shoulder and stepped over the body of the Sheriff (She realized his name was Linus Britton) and walked out. She went back to her hotel room on the fourth floor and gathered her bulky bag and unfortunately so far, useless weapons.
So the three were on the road, yet again. Vivae saw someone close to die, and was so far on the brink of being useless to Sam and Dean.
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There were so many assignments, and from there, Vivae was proved fairly useful. In the first demon fight, the kerosene salt bombs were useful; she threw them with precision and swiftness. She overheard some words from Dean and Sam about having another ally named Castiel. She didn't question who Castiel is. When they got to the next town, San told her they'll be meeting Castiel.
"I overheard about you meeting Castiel," She said with a brief smile, "Sounds great,"
"No objections?" Sam asked.
"I don't care," Vivae said, "I'm not in charge of this rodeo," So she, Sam and Dean ended up in a shady looking restaurant. They ordered their food and coming into the restaurant was a rugged, handsome man wearing a dress shirt and tie and a trench coat. He immediately sat next to Dean, who was sitting across from Vivae, and he acknowledged Sam and Dean, but not Vivae. When the three began to talk, she tuned them out with disinterest and continued to chew on her plain burger. This must be the Castiel the men were talking about; she hoped he wouldn't be this cute looking.
"Vivae?" Sam tore her out of her thoughts. She looked up and nodded briefly, "I'd like you to meet Castiel; he's an angel of the lord,"
"No kidding," Vivae said, "Angel is the right word for it," Castiel stared at her blankly and Sam and Dean looked confused. Vivae didn't notice them, she wasn't looking at them.
"Was that an insult?" Castiel asked.
"No," Vivae said, "You look good," She looked away once more and rolled her eyes. For an all knowing deity, this guy was surely clueless about the simple things.
"So," Castiel said, "Is she your ally now?"
"Yeah," Dean said.
"Careful, she has a temper,"
"So far she's been quiet," Sam said, "She's doing her job, and she's doing it right," finally, she was given an assignment and an EMF. She was to investigate any demonic activity going on in the area. Vivae decided not to look it, but was aware, that the group was giving her this assignment to get rid of her. Vivae couldn't argue to herself with that, but it hurts- only a little. Slinging her weapon bag over her shoulder and sighing not out of happiness but out of loneliness, she went on. She wasn't surprised to see the EMF not going off in the area. Vivae continued on with boredom and as she passed a log cabin in a forest nearby, the EMF began to make sounds and light up slightly. Must be some radioactive stuff interfering with the EMF. To confirm it, she did something very stupid; she went into the direction of the interference. The EMF got wilder and wilder as she got near the log cabin. The door was semi open and she gently pushed it open, heart pounding erratically. To her shock, two people were lying face down on the floor, obviously dead. Blood trailed from the two people's necks and something awful was pungent in the air: Sulfur. Demons were dangerous, and they smelled awful. What would demons want with these two innocent people? She stooped down to one of the victims and saw the hint of a gash across the neck. So, it slit the man's neck? She pulled out a pair of rubber gloves and pulled them on. She turned the man around on his back and saw that he bled out. Cutting from pulse to pulse in a near perfect fashion, in a pocket of her backpack was a kit of droppers and test tubes. She took out three test tubes and filled the first one with a sample of the man's blood and the other sample with the woman's blood. The third test tube was for the sulfur residue that this demon unwittingly left behind. The people were killed not too long ago and were killed quickly, that means it's out to get someone else. She explored the rest of the house, pursing her lips. These people were certainly innocent, she continued to explore the house and found nothing, she gathered some more samples of the blood from the people and the sulfur residue and left. Vivae didn't know whether she should mourn for the death of these people, she didn't feel anything. She walked from the woods into town, it was night, and it was cold. She walked across the cold street, cursing herself for not knowing Sam and Dean's cell phone number. She continued walking down the street swiftly. Vivae bumped into someone and she turned automatically to apologize the man smiled at her and her eyes widened when she saw the flashing black eyes that covered the whole eye.
"I'm sorry;" she said stiffly, "Have a nice night,"
"No problem," the man said cheerfully and he turned. Carefully, Vivae pulled out the water pistol fully loaded with holy water and she turned on the man.
"Freeze," She couldn't help her cheesiness, "I know what you are, if you keep moving you'll be blessed, got me?" The man froze and raised both hands, turning around slowly a cruel smile on his face.
"You got me Vivae," The demon said, "I did kill those people, by the way, sick surprise isn't it," Vivae nodded with agreement, her finger on the trigger.
She knew the reason why it knew her name was because it read minds, and boy did it lie.
"You're aware that Sam and Dean don't want anything to do with you," The demon smiled, "You're pretty freakish Vivae, no one likes you. You are cruel and mean,"
"Well," Vivae reasoned, she felt very hurt. She had to convince herself this was a lie, "So are you, you and your gang of Jedi," She pulled the trigger; a squirt of holy water was all it needed. It began to scream and in a flash, Vivae lunged and pulled it into an alleyway. She pulled out her iPod, and turned on the voice memos to the proper exorcism. The body fell limp and she sighed with relief. The man was unconscious and she called the ambulance and left the man where he was. She continued to walk quickly down the sidewalk, wondering if, for the first time the demon told the truth. If it did, good for it, she was told the opinions of Sam and Dean to her. She sure can't change opinions. This was in fact, her job to hunt down the supernatural, not worry about what Coworkers think of her. In fact wasn't she not for this idea the whole time? It was a sheer guess that this was that they grow on you. Where was their freaking hotel anyway? Not that they would tell her anyway…
Maybe that Demon was right, she was freakish and maybe no one likes her. Vivae tightened her thin sweater around herself tighter, murmuring bitterly,
"Hunting's ten percent luck, twenty percent skill, fifteen percent concentrated power of will, five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain and a hundred percent reason to remember its name,"
She pressed her lips together and squeezed her eyes tight, going in the direction of the restaurant where they first assigned her. It was really getting late and she left her DNA and chemical identification kit in the stupid Impala. Stupid Impala, stupid Sam, Stupid Dean, stupid transfer… stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid… it was starting to get too cold for her liking
"Hey, need a ride?" She looked up, feeling more irritated than ever and so ready to try out her thermite salt bomb. It was Dean, a small grin on his face; he was alone in the Impala. All of her stuff was in there.
"Dean!" She exclaimed, "You didn't tell me the name of the hotel!"
"You didn't call!" Dean said, "You didn't bother to ask us!"
"Do I have to?" Vivae asked, her expression faltered briefly, "I'm sorry, you're right I should've asked,"
"No kidding," Dean grumbled, "Get in here, we need a full report from you still," So Vivae went into the back seat of the Impala (It was her official seat) happy that someone at least expects her to do something. It's still a long way from actual caring but it's something.
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Notes, you already know the drill, the song makes this even worse. I didn't bother have Castiel not know her, because he does know her. He knows everybody! Not gonna change the fact that Castiel knows nearly everything and everybody. The thing about Dean's near death and Vivae's reaction is that I'm a huge wimp when it comes to death of anybody right before my eyes so since Vivae's Mary sue + Author insert that equals less sobbing than real life. The whole 'no one likes you' bit was a part of the Mary Sue's tragic past thingy. So far I don't know what type this Mary Sue is. I don't even know the types of Mary Sues out there! PM me a list of types and tell me which type Vivae is! I'm not going to change Sam's beloved seat in the front seat, no matter how many times Vivae may decide to call shotgun for the heck of it. (That previous sentence may not make sense and I refuse to change it because reasons.) The song is a fragment of Remember the Name by Fort Minor. Not supposed to make sense guys! Just a small reminder, please read it, then review it because everyone is reviewing Found and while it's nice, it gets boring.
Review Question!
What would you do if Dean died and you could do nothing about it?
