Victoria Rose. That's the name she settled on when the mark over her heart appeared. The mark was Enochian for soulmate. She knew what was happening, her father explained it so many years ago. She knows she passed him so many times in his life.
She knows because the closer he was the hotter the mark burned. A curse mark, she called it. She wasn't wrong. The mark was proof of a wicked covenant that she wanted no part of, that she had no say in.
For someone in her situation though, you would think she'd be completely off the grid. You wouldn't think that she would be working part time at a small town grocery store, but she is. You wouldn't think that she has a house, but she does.
She's trying to stay as far away from what she was made to do as possible. She knew though, as soon as Lucifer was out of his cage and the Winchester brothers drove into town, she knew her little bit of peace was over. When the pain from the mark is so searing that she couldn't move out of bed, she knew.
She had no choice. Her heart aches for someone she doesn't really know. She knew what brought them to this town. The little vampire nest that's been haunting the mountains close to her home. She knew hunters would come eventually, she was just hoping not them. She knew she was royally screwed though, when she could see a giant of a man through the grocery store window with a slightly smaller man tagging along.
She saw the Chevy Impala and put it all together. The mark wasn't burning for the first time in years. Victoria Rose pulled herself together, tugged her dark green polo with the store's logo into place, adjusted her dyed bright red hair and plastered a fake smile on her face. They were coming her way. She dreaded how this would end.
*Victoria's POV*
Shit. That's what my day was turning to. Absolute shit. With my fake smile, I let them walk up to me. "Can I help you with something?" I can feel my life just go out the window as soon as I speak. I refuse to look at Sam. Not yet. Please, not yet.
"Do you know of any motels around here? We can't seem to find any." Sam asked as Dean started to roam around. "No. There are none around here. This town is to small. I'm sorry." I could feel my face tighten. I'm sure I looked disgusted about talking to him. That would be a little true. I feel nausea bubbling in my stomach. I can't do this. I rudely turn around and continue to stock the shelves.
"Well do you know anything a both those disappearances? I mean you said it yourself, it's a small town." Dean butted in, carrying a pie. I snorted as soon as I noticed it. "Of course it's pie." I mumble without thinking. "Excuse me?" Dean asks, looking partially offended and somewhat suspicious.
I look at my watch and shrug. My shift is over. I can go home. Without another word to them I turned around and left for the employee room. I clocked out, changed into some dark wash skinny jeans and a simple black top. Letting my hair down, I tapped my foot, using my grace to make sure they were gone.
As soon as I was sure, I picked some groceries up and headed home. As I was walking up my driveway towards my door I noticed a light on in my kitchen. Barely noticeable from the street but I knew I turned it off this morning. I sighed and with a groan I unlocked my front door.
Just as I predicted, I was sprayed in the face by holy water. Again, I sighed. Exasperated, I looked at the two brothers and made my way into the kitchen. As I started to put my groceries away, I could feel them staring at me. I'm sure my casualness threw them off balance.
"So if the holy water didn't effect you you're not a demon." Was the first thing said. "Sure Dean." I replied, to tired to care and keep up an act. "How do you know who I am?" He got defensive and his stance changed, ready to flee or fight. "You two are the famed Winchesters. I would be stupid not to know." I threw the paper bag that had my groceries in it away.
"Are you a hunter?" Sam asked as I reached into the fridge and pulled out a homemade apple pie and began to warm it up. "Nope." I popped the p and got out some vanilla ice cream and two plates. I put one in front of Dean and went to get the forks. "Can you give us something to go on?" Dean was getting angry.
"I'll get to it. First, pie." I stated, getting the now warm pie and cutting him and myself a piece. I put ice cream on my piece and put everything back. I placed an apple in front of Sam and continued to not look him in the eyes.
I started to eat and noticed they haven't touched anything. "If I wanted to kill you I would have already." I sighed and shook my head. "At least tell us your name." Sam all but begged. I hummed, putting a bite of pie in my mouth. "Victoria Rose." I finally said, swallowing the last of my pie and putting my dish and fork in the sink.
"Now tell us how you know us." Dean demanded as I leaned against my kitchen counter. I sighed and ran a hand down my face. I really didn't want this. At all. I looked between the two, not meeting their eyes. "What do you two know of angels and demons?" I looked away. They both had a grim look. Great.