Chapter Seven

"Sam, I barely cut off a quarter of an inch." Violet grumbled as she caught him staring in the mirror again. His only response was a grunt. "You're still eligible to be the L'Oreal spokesman!"

That earned her The Bitch Face and a chuckle from Dean. So, she turned her attention to the older Winchester who was currently nursing a beer and flipping through the TV.

"What happened between you and Pippa?"

He gave a rough snort. "That chick isn't playing with a full deck."

Violet lifted her eyebrows. "Are any of us?"

"No, like she flipped out over nothing."

"Uh huh, sure." Violet said skeptically. "Give me the details and you get a cherry pie."

His eyes widened at the prospect. "Well, after I pulled her unwillingly out of the room, I suggested we go get something to eat while you to love birds dealt with your shit."

"Okay, keep going."

"We get to the diner and this waitress starts flirting with me, so I flirted back. Then Pippa started unloading all these questions on me, like one after the other. So I told her to calm her pants. Then she asked if she could hunt with us one day and I told her it wasn't going to happen."

Violet balked. "What the hell, Dean? She barely warmed up to me, imagine what it took her to ask you that!"

"She's fifty shades of crazy!" He defended. "After that, she started calling me all these names and made a huge scene in the diner. I tell you, just keep us apart."

Why did Violet have the sneaking suspicion he wasn't giving her the whole story? She turned towards Sam who only gave her a shrug and a look that said to leave it alone. Yeah, right. Does he not know her by now?

"Okay," she said slowly. "Well, what did you guys do while I was gone?"

Dean grinned proudly. "Sammy, we have to show her the house."

"House?"

Apparently Dean and Violet's definition of a house was completely different. As she first stepped into the Men of Letters bunker, she felt like shrinking away. It reminded her of one of those panic rooms from the Cold War, except much more to it. Her hand trailed down the cold railing as she walked down the steps and into the lobby.

"Violet?" Sam asked, terrified at her silence.

"Give me just a few minutes." She mumbled.

Of course, the filled bookshelves in the study area were admirable. And was that a huge telescope across the room? She didn't wait on the boys to give her the tour. She found herself wondering aimlessly through each room, finding perks and terrifying things in each one. It was, however, the perfect home for hunters. It was as if the wave of reality hit Violet once again. This is what her family would consider a home. She did find it interesting and cool, as lame as that sounded. But home to her was a different image completely.

She wandered back into the lobby area where Sam and Dean were waiting patiently, well Sam was, for her reaction. She took in their expressions carefully. Dean looked as if this was his lottery home, an eager puppy with a fresh new lawn. And Sam…this was the perfect home for him. From what they had told her on the drive here, The Men of Letters kept the legacy of the supernatural continuing. It was their job to provide the knowledge of the truth and to make sure it continued. Yes, Sam fit here. And anywhere Sam fit, so did Violet.

A smile split over her face. "We should go get my stuff soon."

Sam looked briefly shocked. "Are you sure? I expected you would want to keep the apartment."

She shrugged. "No point really. The only thing we need here is a kick ass TV. I suggest we go shopping."

"Have I told you how happy I am that you married my brother?" Dean was already halfway up the stairs.

"Have I told you how happy I am that you married me?" Sam whispered as his hand slipped into hers.

"You'll be saying it soon."

"We really need to have Charlie over here so I can officially meet her." Violet grumbled in the darkness.

Sam gave a light chuckle as his fingers weaved through her hair. Her soft curves were so familiar against him and so was the scent grapefruit and lilies.

"She would like you." His eyes stayed closed, trying to burn this memory deep into his mind so he would never forget it.

"I think I would like her too." Her fingers drew silent circles over his heart as her bare legs moved restlessly on their new crisp sheets. "I can hear you thinking, you know."

"What?" His eyes opened at that.

She lifted her head, her hair creating a curtain between them and the rest of the world. "I know what you feel like when you have something heavy on your mind. You want to talk about it?"

He sighed, his eyes focusing on her bare shoulder. "I just know that something big is going to happen soon, you know? I've been doing so long that I know what it feels like before everything turns into another fight for survival."

She closed her eyes as his hand rested against her cheek. "But things are different this time."

"That's kind of what scares me."

"Hey," she said softly, drawing his eyes to hers. "We've got this, okay? No matter what's thrown our way. Me, you, Dean, and Kevin, we've all got this."

"How do you have so much faith in us? In this?"

"Sam, the day you came into my life was the sign I needed to have faith again. After everything you've been through and you're still standing, how can you not have faith?"

His mouth tilted slightly. "You're such a philosopher."

Her face brightened. "It keeps things interesting."

"I know of something else that does that."

Her laugh echoed throughout the room as he flipped her over on the bed.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. It's kind of my "bridge" chapter. More to come soon! Including, Vi making some discoveries about the bunker, the Trials (dun dun duhhhhhh), and my HUGE surprise. Tehe. Let me know what you guys are thinking. And thank you for all of her your reviews and such. They are like my special candy! And I love you all dearly!