A/N: I am so sorry for such a long time between updates! Thank you so much to everyone who is reading this story! I hope it is able to provide some entertainment.

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Chapter 13

Driving Dean Winchester

"Are you riding with me?"

"Thought I'd let Sammy drive. Give us some bonding time."

"Oh, fantastic, my favorite thing."

Victoria backed her car out of the parking space and started following behind Sam.

They hadn't been driving any more than five minutes when Dean started his inquiry.

"So, what's your deal?"

Victoria had talked more in the last two days with these gentlemen than she had in the last three years. Oddly enough it was becoming her new normal.

"My deal?"

"Yeah, dudes, chicks, angels, what?"

Victoria cringed. "Does it matter?"

"No, I don't judge, I just want to know. Thought you might try to take Sammy or Cas. Can't have that." His tone was serious so Victoria looked at him, she saw a small smile.

"What if I tried to take you?"

"I'd go willingly."

Victoria couldn't help herself yet again, she smiled. She inhaled sharply. Telling him now might prove beneficial. On the other hand, she might lose him altogether, she never had much luck in the past.

"I don't have a deal."

"What?" Dean wasn't expecting that.

"I don't have an attraction toward anyone."

Dean couldn't comprehend fully.

"I don't get it."

"I don't think there's really anything to 'get', it's just who I am."

Dean thought for a moment. "So you're like an angel, junkless?"

Victoria was taken aback. "That's a very crass way to put it, and no, I'm not like an angel, I am human."

"But, they are like that."

"Most of them are, yes. But who I am and how I feel has nothing to do with my abilities, it's just me. It took me a long time to be okay with myself, it's one of the reasons I try to avoid other humans."

Dean was still confused. "So you don't feel anything like that?"

Victoria sighed. "No. I do not."

"But, sex."

"Holds nothing for me."

"Nothing?"

"No."

"So, you've never?"

"No."

"So you're a?"

"Yes."

"Okay. But you're hot."

"I assume you're referring to the colloquial use of that word, in which case, thank you."

Dean halfway smiled; she was very much like Cas in some ways.

"People have tried, it is not as if there haven't been offers. The offers, along with people's inability to understand, caused me to retreat to my own company for most of the time. The solace protected me. I never harassed or misunderstood myself. It was easier. Friends were even hard to come by, I never really had a good one. Until Ezekiel."

"Oh, because he was junkless."

"Because he was remarkable. Yes, we shared that particular thing in common, but it was never brought up as it is with humans. It was not even a factor. I felt normal with him. Not just because of the attraction issue, our personalities went together as well. As you have probably discerned, I never won a personality contest."

Dean understood. He felt normal with Sam, that was one reason he felt he needed him so much. In relation to each other, they were not extraordinary or different, they understood each other completely. Things that would have to be explained to others often went unsaid.

"Well, people can be dicks."

"It's not entirely their fault. By societal standards I don't fit in, and not in the cool way. I don't play video games, or become engrossed in a particular TV show or movie series, I'm not a hipster, or a lesbian. I'm just me, I've never encountered anyone who fully understood."

"Maybe you just never met the right people."

Victoria looked at her driving companion. She read his face and was surprised to find nothing but curiosity and sympathy, he truly wasn't judging.

"You don't have family?"

She felt more at ease now, the words came effortlessly.

"My dad died from cancer around ten years ago. My mom went crazy with grief and drank herself right into an institution. As she was drying out she managed to kill herself with her bedsheet. They always thought I was an odd child who should read less and go out more. They mocked the way I spoke, told me to be normal, and praised my sister."

"You have a sister?"

"I do. She is a Bible-thumping wife and mother who tells me on every occasion she can find that I am wasting my life for not having children and marrying. Apparently I am laughing at God's plan for me. She fears for my soul, it's very kind of her to care."

"You're a Chosen one."

"Comical, isn't it?"

"Well, family doesn't end in blood."

"No, I suppose it does not."

"Zeke was your family."

Victoria smiled sadly. "Yes, he was. I just took it that he would always be there. He was immortal, after all, and strong. I was only twenty-one when I met him. I was in awe. With everything we came up against he was untouchable. Demons fled, supes scattered, it was a phenomenon. Never had I dreamt of such power. He was infallible."

Dean knew he couldn't function if he lost Sam. That's why he was never able to let Sam go. He would always sacrifice himself for Sam, but the thought of it being the other way around was unacceptable. At this point, he knew he never wanted to lose Cas again. It was too painful, too hard, he needed that damn angel.

He looked over at his driver and understood why she held everyone at arm's length. It was easier that way. Her isolation protected her. Or maybe the other way around, like he felt at times.

"Do you think people would be better off without you?"

"Oh, Lord, no. I've saved countless lives."

Dean snorted, "Your humility is showing."

"What is the point of being humble? What good does it do anyone? Usually people don't actually feel humility, they feign it to have others compliment them. If you are good at something, be proud of that. You were either born with a talent or you worked extraordinarily hard, either one should not be downplayed."

Dean never really thought of it that way. He had felt pride over what he and Sam had accomplished, but it was usually accompanied by pain or guilt.

"Take you for example."

Dean looked at her quizzically, "Me?"

"Yes, you, your brother, and Castiel have had a hand in saving the world multiple times. Actually more times than should have been required. Yet you struggle to not hate yourself on a daily basis. You should be very proud of yourself, you are an excellent hunter and have saved many lives."

Dean looked down at his hands. "I hate myself?"

"Dean Winchester, a person with half my intelligence could deduce that you sometimes loathe the man you have become. You told me yourself you were happier being a demon because you didn't have the weight of emotion."

Dean looked out the window of the Stang. He put his elbow on the door handle and held his chin in his hand.

"I understand that to a degree. Emotions are horrid things that cloud minds and cause poor judgment. Emotions cause humans to choose the few over the majority. Emotions are not a good thing in our line of work. I almost think it would be better to be a sociopath, the ultimate hunting machine. I have been accused of that on occasion, unfortunately, it's not the case."

Dean was shaken from his daze, "You want to be a sociopath?"

"Want? No. However, it would make this job easier. I do not care a great deal about people's day to day emotions, or lives even, but I have been guilty of choosing the lives of a few over the potential lives of many. Ezekiel tried to train me otherwise, but it did not adhere."

That made him like her a little bit more.

"He didn't go all 'Angel' on you?"

"No, he understood God gave all humans free will, even the Chosen ones. He respected my decisions. He never forced me to do something I was uncomfortable with."

"He sounds like a decent guy."

"He was. Very much so. I digressed, back to you."

Dean put his head back in his hand.

"You think you have caused more harm than good. That is not the case. You are a good man who is on the side of the Angels. You have fought against almost every kind and manner of evil, and you have always won. You will always win, or you will die trying."

"Damn right."

"Your determination to help the helpless is admirable. You have forgone the entirety of your life so that others could live theirs. You have sacrificed everything you had, everything you could have had so that others can live without worrying about the monsters that lurk under their bed. You are what the things that 'go bump in the night' have nightmares about. You, Dean Winchester, are a hero. You worked hard for that. You gave up everything for that. Be proud of what you have accomplished, be proud of what you have done, be proud to be the human's champion."

Dean subtly wiped away a tear that rolled down his cheek.

"Do not confuse this with flattery. You have only known me a short while, but you should have learned in that little amount of time that I do not flatter. It's truth. For however long our association may last, know that I will only offer you truth."

He had nothing to say, words wouldn't come to him. He was quick with sarcasm and he tried with comebacks, but for that? Words escaped him. And she was right. Sam, Cas, or his mom might say something like that to cajole him, but she had no reason to do that. He wasn't even sure she liked him. Somehow knowing she wouldn't say anything to him she didn't know or couldn't see comforted him. She was telling the truth. Not his truth, or Sam's truth, or Cas's truth, just the truth, and he needed to hear it.

Victoria looked over at him. She saw so many emotions written across his face she couldn't pinpoint just one. People. She turned the radio up and they drove the rest of the way in silence.