A/N: This chapter is going to be a little different from the last ones. I don't know why I started writing like this but before I knew it, it was too late to change anything, so this chapter is going to be in 3rd person. It will be no longer in Viviane's POV in the first person. Just though I should let you guys know before you're all confused. And I have also gotten PM's from people asking what the beginning paragraph is. I can't tell you now but it will be revealed in the last chapter of the 3rd part. Now on with the story! And I'm so sorry it took so long to post...I've been extremely busy. Hope you can forgive me!

~DarkAngelGrl22567~

It's amazing how much someone changes once their life or a loved one's life is in danger. Once that happens then all reason is shot to hell. Nothing else matters except saving that life. And that's when feelings start to surface...

Viviane was sitting on the bed in the motel room with her head bent down so she was only looking at the ugly brown carpet below. She was clutching to Dean's jacket like it was her lifesaver. She hadn't moved from that spot since she saw her name and due date for expiration on the website.

Dean was pacing around the room driving both Sam and Viviane nuts. "Dean, sit down." Sam said still focusing on his laptop.

He didn't stop just went faster as he spoke. "How can you do that? How can you sit there and be so calm when we saw the exact time she is supposed die?!" He said furiously.

Sam turned in his chair to face Dean. "We have to stay calm if we are going to save her, Dean. Getting out of control and panicking is not going to stop this thing from killing her. We have to find out how this thing is here and our only shot is finding who made the website! So, just sit down and stay calm, I'll tell you once I have anything." Sam said as he spun back around focusing on his laptop once more.

"Well, c'mon, Sam! Look at her!" He gestured toward Viviane who still hadn't moved from her spot at the foot of the bed, bent over it. "She hasn't said a word or moved from the damn spot since she saw what that damn site said! Don't you think she might be going to into shock or somethin'?" He said. He was worried about her. She's Bobby's niece, the only family he had left and he would make damn sure that wouldn't change.

Sam sighed and shook his head. "You know she can probably hear you. It's not like she's in the other room or anything."

"Really? I don't think so, Sam, she acts like she's in a coma for Christ sake! So, no, I don't think she can hear us and even if she can maybe it'll snap some sense into her!" He shouted.

Dean normally wouldn't yell at his brother like that but time was running out. The site had already knocked down a day so now they only had two to find the webmaster and find out how they knew about the demon and Bobby still had to get there so someone could look after Viviane when the other two went after the thing. Yeah, it was safe to say he was losing his patience.

"Whatever, Dean. You're not the only one who wants to stop this thing, you know."

Dean sighed. Sam was right. Sam was friends with Bobby too and he wanted to get the son of a bitch just as much as he did. "I know, I know. But I just wish she would say something like, 'I'm scared.' Or something like that." He went over to look over Sam's shoulder as he said this.

"I can't." Viviane said quietly. Both boys spun around to look at her but she didn't face them. She just continued to stare at the floor as if she was waiting for something.

"If I do say that, then I'll be admitting that I'm going to die. And I'm not ready to say that yet. So, I just don't think about it, I was thinking about how Mom and Dad said that they'd be right back and I told them they wouldn't. Looks like I was right." Viviane said her voice all misty and faraway. She lifted her head slightly to stare at the wall in front of her.

"You are not going to die, Viviane. We will stop this thing before it kills you, I promise." Dean said.

"I'm not so sure you can keep that promise, Dean." She replied.

"And why not? We can handle ourselves. We just have to wait until Bobby gets here to be able to do anything, because I'll be damned if your left here alone."

"I know you can handle yourself, Dean. I'm not stupid. And you should know that I can take care of myself, too. Just because I've accepted the inevitable doesn't mean I still won't fight this thing." She said moving her head to face him. Her eyes narrowed as if she was trying to show him how tough she was.

Sam sighed. "It's not that we don't think you can take yourself, Viviane. It's just we'd feel a lot better if you had someone here to watch you. Someone has to keep you out of danger in case something else decides to come along too." He pointed out.

Her eyes widened. She never thought of that. And now that he had, it looked like the perfect plan. She would be weakened by this demon then another demon could come and finish her off. It wouldn't matter that she hasn't been on the job that long, so long as she was a hunter that would be all the other demon would want to know. It would kill her, maybe even because of the fact that she was close to a well known hunter who was connected to the notorious Winchester brothers. The demon would be foolish to pass up an opportunity to get at the Winchesters.

She sighed. "You're right; I know you're right I just don't like to admit weakness. You can thank my father and Bobby for that." She scoffed.

"That's Uncle Bobby to you." Dean pointed at her.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She rolled her eyes.

She suddenly convulsed again. It seemed to her that she was having these fits more and more as her body tried to fight the cold with friction. Her toes and tips of her fingers were numb and her entire body hurt because she was so cold.

"Hey, you okay?" Dean asked her concerned.

"Yeah. Just another little fit." She said.

"Where's the heat in this place?" Dean asked as he spun around trying to look for some kind of switch.

"I already hade it turned up all that way as soon as I got here. It probably wouldn't help anything anyway. I'm freezing from the inside not the outside, Dean." She was rocking back and forth now in order to try to keep warm. It didn't help but she didn't know what else to do.

"You know body heat would probably help." Sam said expertly.

Dean turned to him, "What?"

"If someone was next to her their body heat would help warm her. It's just a thought though."

"And who is going to give her their body heat?" Dean asked.

Sam looked at him pointedly.

Dean mouthed 'Me?!' Sam nodded.

"So, who's going to be my personal teddy bear?" Viviane teased, smiling at them. She obviously had not seen the communication scene going on between the two brothers.

"Apparently, me." Dean muttered. As he walked toward her and sat next to her, closer then he normally would.

"And you sound so enthusiastic about it too." She growled as she rolled her eyes, all teasing forgotten.

Dean just glared at her as Sam replied, "You know you actually have to be touching her completely, right? Otherwise it wouldn't work like it should."

Now it was Sam's turn to be glared at. Sam didn't seem to be wavered like Viviane was though. He just glared back just as smoldering.

"He doesn't have to..." Viviane offered.

"No, if you keeps you alive it's worth it." Dean said uncharacteristically. "Get under the covers."

"Okay." She said as she crawled her way across the bed and pulled the ton of blankets away and maneuvered herself underneath them and was surprised when Dean followed.

"What? I'm not trying to get into your pants or anything." He said when she gave him a surprised look.

That had her blushing at the very thought, "I didn't think that you were." She said sheepishly.

Her blush deepened when Dean pulled her close and heard him inhale.

"Now who's huffing?" She teased him whispering so that Sam couldn't hear.

She felt Dean's smirk into her back and mumbled something incoherent that she couldn't hear.

"What?" She asked him trying to look at him.

"Now we're even."

She felt him start to relax and she did too. She didn't want to admit it but she was starting to like Dean Winchester. As much as her uncle warned about her not to even glance at him with googly eyes because of his many bed-friends she couldn't ignore what was going on inside her. She was falling for Dean and she was falling hard.

"I hate this." She pouted.

"What?" Dean mumbled again.

"Nothing." She said quickly. "Would it be okay if I went to sleep?"

"No. When you sleep your temperature goes down. So you can't. Sam, can you get her a coffee?"

"What do I look like? Your slave?" Sam muttered.

There was a sudden knock on the door and Dean shot up from the bed and Sam stood up and went to their duffle bag and grabbed a shot gun which Viviane guessed was full of rock salt.

Dean answered the door while Sam stood behind him ready to shoot if necessary. "Oh, Bobby. We thought you were someone else." Dean said.

"Nope. Just me." Came Bobby's hard voice from the door. He sounded as tired as she was but he also sounded more alert then she was.

"Bobby?" Viviane asked lifting her head to look at him.

He turned toward his niece and his mouth dropped and his eyes tightened.

"Viviane?" He asked walking toward her and sat down on the bed beside her. She looked like she was already dead.

"Yeah, it's me." She smiled weakly. "How's life?"

He put his hand to her forehead and her cheek and flinched when he felt how cold she was. He turned to look at the boys, his eyes asking what happened to his niece even though he already knew.

"We're working on it, Bobby." Sam said when he saw the worry in Bobby's eyes. "We found something that might help us save her but it's hard to get all the information."

Bobby got immediately up to join Sam at the laptop. "What did you find?"

"This." Sam pointed to the countdown in the middle of the site.

"Oh, my god." He said as he looked at it. His eyes fixated on Viviane's countdown then his eyes scanned the others who where already done.

"The other victims I'm assuming?" He said.

"Yeah, we found, uh, your brother and sister-in-law's names on this, too, just before Viviane's." Sam answered awkwardly.

"How did it get there though?" Bobby asked him.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out but the webmaster has found some way of preventing me from finding out who they really are."

"Yeah, well, we only have two days, Sammy, we need to know now." Dean said as he moved to rejoin Viviane under the covers.

"You don't think I know that, Dean? I've been looking at the thing for seventeen hours; I think I would know how much time she has left." He said turning towards his brother.

Bobby did too and straightened when he saw how his niece and Dean Winchester were situated. "What the hell?"

Sam saw this and said, "He's only doing that for body heat, Bobby. It was the only thing we could think of to keep her warm."

"We thought?" He raised his eyebrows at Sam.

"Well, I did, but still, we're trying to keep her alive and body heat is the best thing I could find for a good heat source seen as how the heat is cranked already and doesn't seem to be doing any good."

"Yeah, well, keep your hands to yourself, ya hear me?" Bobby said, pointing a finger at Dean.

"Hey, I have no intentions on bedding her if that's what you mean." Dean said. "I'm only doing it, like Sam said, because of the whole survival thing. Otherwise I would be helping you two figure things out."

Bobby glared at him but returned his attention towards the site to help Sam decipher some things.

Meanwhile, Viviane stiffened because of what Dean has said. She knew it was stupid but she couldn't help it. She liked Dean, but it seems she'll only be niece-of-a-good-friend's to him, which sucked.

Dean seemed to notice this and looked her, "Hey, you cold?"

"No." She said fiercely.

Her tone shocked him. "What's with the attitude?"

"What attitude? I don't have an attitude." She said quickly.

"Yes...you do. What's wrong? You were perfectly fine before. What changed?" He asked her, thoroughly confused.

"Nevermind." She said through her teeth. She wasn't about to tell him that she was hurt because he had basically said to her uncle that she was nothing to him.

"Fine, be all mopey. See if I care." He snapped at her. He was clearly frustrated with her.

"You don't anyway so what does it matter?" She muttered too low for him to hear.

"What?" He asked her.

She growled in frustration and shot up and threw the covers aside.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" Dean exclaimed, following her out of the bed.

"I can't just lay there and wait for that thing to freeze me to death like my parents and god knows who else! I have to do something."

"Viviane, get back in that bed right now." Bobby told her. His voice was low but the tone was menacing, almost as if saying 'If you don't I'll make you.'

"Why should I?! I can help you guys find out information. Three heads are better then two." She tried to persuade them.

"Nice try there, babe, but you might wanna listen to your uncle. Bobby gets scary sometimes." Dean added in from behind her.

She spun around the glare at him. "Don't you tell me what to do. I'm not a child you can push around, Dean. I'm a hunter just like you and you need to learn to accept that."

"Would you listen to yourself for just a minute! You're acting like a little kid but you say your not. If you're really a hunter, good hunters don't get themselves killed by letting their pride get in their way." He pointed out.

"Are you saying that my parents are stupid?!" She yelled at him.

"What? I never said a word about your parents!" He yelled back.

"You don't have to! I can tell what you're getting at! And no, I'm not going to let this kill me like my parents! But I have to be prepared if it does!"

"Hey!" Bobby yelled at them both causing them to glare at him. "Both of you calm the hell down! We're not going to get anywhere with you two screamin' at each other over nothin'! Now, pipe down and let Sam and I focus on this!"

They both immediately sobered from their past anger and started to look ashamed.

"Sorry, Bobby." Viviane apologized.

"That's Uncle Bobby." He replied back showing that there was no harm done.

"Well, now that you guys settled that down, Dean and I need to pack up because I found where the webmaster is staying, or webmasters I should say." Sam said.

Dean instantly perked up upon hearing this and strode over to Sam. "Where?" He asked simply.

"About 3 hours away with the way you drive. 23 Amber Drive in Florida. If we leave now we can make it before her time runs out but we have to be really quick. They had apparently summoned the demon and have set it on the other victims, I don't know how the thing knew to go after Viviane, but we need to destroy the altar they used to summon it." He said quickly, hardly drawing breath.

"Like when Meg summoned the Deava?" Dean asked shocking everyone in the room that he actually remembered.

Sam nodded, "Exactly."

"So, I'm just supposed to wait here while you two risk your lives for me?" Viviane asked skeptically.

"Well, obviously not here, but your not coming with us when we go after them." Sam said.

"And why not?" She pressed.

"Because it's too dangerous." Sam sighed.

"Bullshit." She said.

"Would you stop being difficult? It's not like you're going to miss anything exciting or anything." Dean exclaimed.

"That's not the point, Dean, I don't want to wait somewhere wondering whether or not you guys are gonna get it before I'm froze or not."

"Can you guys discuss this in the Impala because her time is running out and we need to get there soon." Sam interrupted, gathering his laptop and their weapons together and stuffing them in their duffel bag.

"Yeah, Sam's right. Impala now, fight later." Bobby said doing the same thing that Sam was doing except with Viviane's things.

Viviane sighed. "You know, I'm not completely useless. I can carry my own things."

"Ya, well, you need to save your strength, so just get into the car." He told her.

She rolled her eyes in response to this but head out the door anyway.

They all clamored in the Impala with Dean driving, Bobby riding shotgun, and Viviane and Sam in the back. Viviane was leaning on Sam because she felt ready to pass out.

She thought she saw Dean glare at them in the rearview mirror but she decided that it wasn't aimed at them, seen as how he seemed like he always glaring lately.

Sam leaned his head down on hers and asked, "You feeling okay?"

She nodded but it seemed he didn't believe her because soon after she felt something heavy and warm cover her body, assuming they brought a blanket in with them. So, she snuggled further in the warmth and mumbled and quick thank you as she felt Dean pull out of the drive way and onto the road.

She could feel her body growing colder and weaker with every passing minute and hoped they made it in time. She wanted to be given the opportunity to eventually tell Dean everything. And she found herself wishing it was he who was holding her instead of Sam.

She felt herself smile at the thought. She really needed to get her head on straight. She was going to get herself killed if she didn't smarten up, and right now that was quite literal.