Well...I'm guessing you were wondering what Vivian had in mind so...here goes... lol :)
"Aw, quit your whining and get your ass over here," she pouted at him.
Sam couldn't help but laugh at the comical way she gave him a 'poochy lip'. This girl wasn't half bad. Finally getting up, he let her lead him to the dance floor, and she pulled him close to her, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sam blushed slightly and started to detach himself, but Vivian only pulled him closer to her, making Sam's heart pump faster, as he came in direct contact with her body. As they danced to the music, Vivian moved and brushed herself seductively against Sam, making Sam forget his previous sulkiness and focus his entire attention on the stunning blond in his arms.
Suddenly, Vivian stood on her tiptoes and leaning close to him, she whispered into his ear, "I want you."
Sam gulped and felt his stomach do a flip flop. "Look…I just…I mean…"
"Quiet," responded the girl almost harshly, then she pulled him into a kiss. A kiss which made Sam soar to heaven. The girl knew how to kiss all right. As he froze in place, somewhere deep down in his fogged up brain, he could hear a voice tell him that he shouldn't do this…hell…he didn't even know the girl…for all he knew she could be demon possessed…she could be…maybe…
Suddenly, something in Sam snapped. Dean had used to do this all the time…why couldn't he? What was so wrong about having a little fun? It would only be one night…
Sam responded to the kiss, and engulfing her in his arms, his mouth raked across hers, making Vivian moan into the kiss. Finally forced to part to catch their breath, Vivian and Sam looked at each other fixedly, sparks flying all over the place. Running her hands down his chest, Vivian lowered her voice and said, "We could go someplace more private like…say…my place?" She kissed his neck, and Sam wrapped his arm around her waist.
"What's the address?" returned Sam huskily, his brain foggy and his senses fully aroused by now.
Vivian laughed and pulled him behind her, out into the street. As the chilly night air blew into their faces, Vivian suddenly shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. Clad in a thin blouse, she could already feel the night air biting into her skin, making goose bumps erupt all across her arms.
"It's feaking cold, handsome…we might have to make a run for it," she laughed as her teeth chattered. Then she grabbed Sam's hand they started running, with Sam following her lead, both laughing their heads off.
About two blocks away, Vivian signaled they had reached her place, which would be a small apartment on the second floor. Grabbing onto each other as they scaled the stairs, they were too busy making out to mind the still cold air around them. Finally finding her keys, Vivian opened the door and pulled Sam inside with her, slamming the door shut with her foot. Before Sam could register fully, they had somehow already made their way into her room, and Sam was on top of her in the bed, both intent in petting each other and making out in a way that would have made even Dean's eyes pop out their sockets. As Sam found himself struggling to get a grip on himself, a faint thought crossed his head…Is this really the way you want it to happen? Suddenly Sam snapped out of his trance and with great difficulty, pulled back from Vivian, making her whimper in protest. He paused and grimaced. You really want to be Dean? Is that really going to make you happy? You think 'being Dean' is going to make you forget Jess? Dad?... Breathing heavily, Sam forced himself to get up and he ran his hands through his face, trying to cool his thoughts. Get a grip on yourself…this is a mistake…
"What the hell, Sam! What was that all about?" Vivian protested as she too got up and faced him accusingly.
Sam got a grip on himself and tried to control his ragged breathing. "Look…I'm sorry…it's just…maybe I should leave…" he rambled on incoherently as he tried to inch his way to the door.
But Vivian saw his move and she blocked the door, crossing her arms across her chest. "You just wanted to make a fool out of me…didn't you?" she sneered as the color mounted to her cheeks.
Sam dropped his eyes to the floor and gradually lifted them to her face. If he hadn't known better, he would have sworn she looked hurt. "No, Vivian, I'm sorry…it's just…I never really do this…I mean…one night stands really isn't my thing." He paused and sighed loudly. "I've always kind felt that having sex with a chick had to be something more than just dropping sperm. There has to be some amount of affection for me to want to do this…I mean…I just don't feel like this is right…" he winced, as he caught the making of a tear in her eye. "I mean, you're a beautiful girl and I'm sure you deserve more than this. I don't want to take advantage of you."
Vivian looked at him strangely, then suddenly sat down on the couch that was near the entrance. Covering her face in her hands, she got very quiet, making Sam wonder if he'd killed her. Crap… Sam fumed. Well, that's what happened for thinking he could act like Dean. He knew better than this. Feeling guilty, he kneeled in front of her and gently pulled her hands down, only to see her face was splotched with tears.
"I'm sorry…look…I swear I didn't meant to hurt you…just please don't—"
Vivian smiled through her tears and she wiped them clean with the sleeve of her blouse. "No, you didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who played the 'slut' card on you," she responded bitterly.
Sam gulped. "Don't say that. I'm sure you're a great girl. You just probably weren't yourself tonight."
She rolled her eyes and smiled bitterly. "Oh, you have no idea…" her voice trailed off, as she tried to gulp back a sob.
Sam looked at her with compassion and patted her hand. "Look, I know you don't know me, but if you think talking about it can help, I can listen."
Vivian started to shake her head then stopped. She shrugged and patted the sofa, indicating for Sam to sit down beside her. As Sam did that, she leaned forward and started softly. "I had this boyfriend…and we had everything. We had the same hobbies, did all sort of stuff together. Everyone said we made a gorgeous couple. Hell, I always thought we were going to get married." She paused and her face hardened. "Until two days ago when I caught him in MY bed with another woman."
Sam opened his eyes wide. "I'm sorry."
Vivian looked at Sam and smiled sadly. "I told him to get the hell outta here and he said it was all my fault…said I didn't give him what he needed…can you believe that?"
"Uh…This may not sound too comforting but maybe you're lucky you got to see the real side of him. I mean…It would have hurt a lot more two kids later, if you know what I mean," Sam responded gently, wishing he could say something to make it all better.
Vivian looked at him steadily, almost as if she hadn't heard him. "So tonight I decided, 'the hell with him'. I thought I could prove to myself how little I needed him. So I went to the bar and promised myself I would grab the first handsome dude I found and have sex with him." She looked away, and felt her cheeks grow hot. "I was stupid to think that that could make things better…I…I honestly don't know what I was thinking…"
Sam smiled and gave her a light hug around her shoulders. "We all do stupid things." He released her and shyly confessed his guilt. "Look, if it makes you feel any better, the reason I went to the bar tonight was because I was too busy feeling sorry for myself. See, my brother? He has this amazing girl…and she loves him more than anything in the world, ya know what I mean?"
Vivian nodded. She knew all too well what that was like.
"And I've been so busy wallowing in self pity, just because I didn't have a girl of my own." He shook his head at himself. "I've never been so ashamed of myself in my life."
Vivian laughed nervously. "Don't be. You were a complete gentleman."
Sam smiled at her gratefully. "Thanks. I really appreciate that."
"No, thank you, stranger. You made me see things differently." She smiled at him brightly and her now green eyes glowed like emeralds. "I'm not gonna sit home and wallow in self pity. Actually…can you keep a secret?"
Sam chuckled. "Sure…why not…"
"I was offered a job in journalism in New York City about a week ago. I kept delaying an answer because I didn't want to leave Ben—that was his name—behind. I mean…he was my whole life. But now…well…I've always dreamed of living in New York…so…I'm thinking right now is the perfect time to start a new life…you know…different place…new people…excitement around every corner…I hear New York is crazy this time of year…" she drifted of dreamily, making Sam feel somehow happy for her, even though they had just…well…uh…met.
"I'm happy for you. Sounds like the opportunity of a lifetime. Good for you…" he got up reluctantly and sheepishly headed toward the door. It was midnight, and he figured leaving now was as good a time as ever. "I think I should leave now…" his voice trailed off gently, not wanting to cut her off, but not wanting to risk staying any more time there. He knew that if he stayed any longer, he might regret it the next morning, seeing how vulnerable both of them were at this moment.
Vivian stood up and walked up to him. Somewhat hesitantly she raised herself on her tiptoes and placed a soft peck on his left cheek. "Good luck to you, Sam. You're a good guy…you deserve to find a special girl who really loves you…and I really mean that," she flashed him a brilliant smile, her voice sincere and happy.
Sam opened the door and looked down at her with a boyish smile, his puppy dog eyes unconsciously making Vivian smile at the sight. "Thanks…and keep your head up…I hear New York is full of romance this time of year…"
Vivian shook her head and laughed.
Without looking back, Sam closed the door behind him and stepped out into the cold. Pulling his jacket closer around him, he slowly made his way back to the motel. I'll never do that again…I must have been out of my mind! Who was I kidding? I'm not Dean…never will be… He sighed. He still felt lonely. And he knew that tonight would probably not be the last time he got the blues when he saw how happy Dean and Jenny were, and he was the only one without a girl too.
Sam squared his jaw. Right then and there, he decided that no matter how lonely he felt in the days to come, he would never do a foolish stunt like that again. He knew what he was looking for. And he also knew his heart could never be satisfied with one night stands. Not that he thought finding a girl like Jenny who was crazy enough to stand their hunter's life would be easy. He was willing to bet it was almost impossible. But that didn't matter. Because if fate did have a girl out there for him…well…he reckoned she was worth the wait.
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"Rise and shine, Sammy boy!" called a husky and all too well known voice from outside Sam's room. Sam groaned and pulled his head deeper into the covers. He hadn't gotten home till 1:00 a.m. and he was doggone tired.
"Sam…you don't get your ass outta that bed on the count of three, Jenny and I are gonna go get breakfast by ourselves," warned Dean in his best 'don't mess with me tone'.
You're bossy…muttered Sam to himself with a grimace as he tossed the sheets aside and reluctantly opened the door to his room. Dean was standing on the outside porch, with a self satisfied smirk on his lips. And I can just bet who put that smirk on you too…Sam thought to himself as memories of last night's ruckus coming from Dean's room came to him. He smiled despite himself. "Do I at least get permission to slip into some amount of clothes or should I just go shirtless?" Sam asked sarcastically from his stance inside. He only had some boxers on and he wondered briefly why he wasn't wearing a shirt. He usually wore full pajamas to bed. Oh well…he had probably been too tired to care last night.
"Well, I dunno…I have a feeling the ladies would like you going natural…I know I've done it a couple of times…always worked too," Dean teased as he puffed out his chest and gave his kid brother his best cocky look.
Sam snorted. "My role model," he mumbled to himself as he left the door open for Dean to come in as he quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and the first checkered shirt he found. "Ok, I'm ready," he finally added a minute later, as he started heading outside.
"Cool, I'll go get Jenny…she's in the room braiding her hair or whatever it is women do when they say they'll be done in five minutes," Dean rolled his eyes.
Sam chuckled and shook his head. "I'll wait for you by the car then. And hurry up dude, I'm starved."
"That makes two of us!" Dean called back as he opened the door to his room.
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"So what'll it be…eggs or pancakes?" asked Jenny as she stared at the limited menu.
"We don't seem to have much of a choice…you'd think they could have a little more variety…"Sam mumbled in response as he scrolled down the menu.
"Why is it diners always have the exact same food items? I swear…it's like when you have this nightmare and you keep getting it over and over again for weeks," Jenny rolled her eyes.
Sam grinned. "Yeah," he breathed out in agreement with Jenny. Originally both he and Jenny had been all for trying a Denny's down the road. Hey, at least they had hash browns too. But Dean had wheedled and given them no peace until they had given in to go to the local diner. "So remind me again why we came here?" Sam asked Dean wearily as Dean signaled a waiter over to the table.
"Dude! They got apple pie here," Dean responded as if it was obvious.
"Oh, for Pete's sakes…if we had known that was the entire reason behind this operation, Sam and I would have made you a pie with our own bare hands!" Jenny giggled and rolled her eyes playfully.
Sam smiled. What was it about Jenny that whenever she was with them, she just somehow managed to lighten up the mood?
"What can I get you?" asked an older lady as she finally approached them to take their orders. She took out her notepad and promised to be back with their orders in just a few minutes.
"So you told Jenny about your plans … for next week?" asked Sam vaguely. He knew Dean hadn't told Jenny he wanted to stay here for a couple of weeks, and he couldn't help but wish he would just get it over with.
"Plans? Next week? Wait, pause and rewind please?" Jenny looked from Sam to Dean, waiting for an explanation. "I thought you guys had pinpointed this perfect job up north of here about some freaking spirit causing major road kill."
It was true. Only two days ago Dean and Sam had just about decided on checking that possibility out and that was where in fact they had been driving towards, but now Dean wasn't so sure. He had seen Jenny's weariness last night at the diner, and he couldn't push his luck. He knew Jenny had needed special care ever since her accidental loss of the baby. She was thinner than ever, and no matter how much she ate, she never seemed to gain more weight, a thing which always made Dean feel uneasy. Usually he let it go, but when Jenny actually verbally told him she was tired—like she had last night in asking them to find a nearer motel—Dean's protective mode always went in over gear, making him slow things down until he felt Jenny could handle more action.
"Uh yeah…about that…"Dean started out. He hesitated, knowing Jenny would feel like a hindrance if he disclosed the real reason why he had decided to stay in this town for a spell.
Sam tried to pick from there and said, "Well, the truth is that Dean and I were talking last night and he said—"
Dean gave Sammy a pointed 'shut up' look, and interrupted smoothly. "And Sam said how'd he'd been checking out that possible case and it seems it turned out to be dead end… there really wasn't much a case to work on, much less worth the effort of driving all the way over there to make sure, ya know?"
"I see." Jenny eyed him curiously but said nothing for a few seconds. Then, "So now we're gonna…"she trailed off expectantly, wondering what Dean had up his sleeve.
"Well, Sammy and I figured we'd stay here at Crossover Creek for a week or so and rest up from the last case…we figure we can look up for something around here maybe…I mean…who knows right?"
Sam nodded. "Exactly. And I can get started on that research as soon as we get back to the motel."
"Well, staying in a single spot for over a week does sound enticing," Jenny admitted. "You won't hear me complaining."
"You're a good little soldier," Dean smirked as he kissed her soundly on the lips, making Sam's lips twitch in amusement.
Dean is so damn lucky…I wish I could get even half as lucky…Sam thought to himself as he caught Jenny's shy smile. Why was it that Jenny always gave that half shy smile when Dean kissed her in public? It made her look almost like a teenager going out with her first date. Probably has something to do with Dean being her first guy and all that… Sam mused.
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"So, you find anything good yet?" drawled Dean lazily from Sam's bed.
Jenny was taking a nap in her room, and Dean had been lounging in Sam's room for the past hour. He was supposed to be helping Sam look for any sign of the supernatural in the town, but had been more of a hindrance than help so far. From his lazy stance on Sam's bed, to the annoying popping sounds he had been making in his mouth from time to time, it was taking all of Sam's self control to not hurl his laptop at Dean's head.
"I'm looking, Dean…there's not much to go for…apparently," Sam responded a full minute later after finishing up an article of the city's newspaper.
"You'll find something," returned Dean confidently as he laced his hands and rested them on top of his head.
"Yeah…thanks," Sam huffed as he realize that once more, Dean was leaving all the research to him. Suddenly, as a strange odor permeated the room, Sam took a quick sniff and grimaced. "Dean!" he protested as a distinct popping noise met his ears. And Sam knew damn well that that last popping noise hadn't come from Dean's mouth.
Dean gave him an innocent look and shrugged. "Man, those floor boards must be creaking again."
"Yeah…who wouldda thought that floor boards could smell so funky?" Sam snapped.
You know it's funny...because in my last Dean trilogy we get to see the more softer side of Dean...which is of course, because we were seeing him through Jenny's eyes...and obviously Dean would act different around Jenny than with Sam, just another dude...and now we're seeing the irritating and inmature and down right laughable side of Dean...probably the way Sam has always seen him...lol :) Which I find I am fully enjoying on writing.
I'm gonna try to make this story balanced with plenty of Sam and Dean interaction, and some of Jenny and Dean solo moments, and of course...we need to see Sammy get his girl too! Which reminds me...I know you were probably going for the idea that Vivian was the girl, but it was just a passing thing to make Sam think clearly. Made him wake up and start realizing he needs to clear his attitude...anyway...hope you are enjoying the story so far...next chapter will be fun as well. :)
Also, thank you for your encouraging review 'lyrical pen' and to all you lovely readers which have suscribed to this. Hope you end up liking the insane idea I have planned for this story...trust me...it's gonna be a little wierd...I'll wager a guess not quite what you were originally imagining...hehe :)