Just so you know, if you haven't figured it out already, but Vivian is from Minnesota, that's why when she speaks things are spelled differently. I myself am from Minnesota, so I know exactly how she sounds (and very few of us actually say "You betcha" and "Don't ya know"). But back to the story! Oh, and Vivian is a bit of a sass as well as a tease, so if you don't like her, that's fine by me (she actually get's on my nerves sometimes too lol). Love you all! -Veronique

Laying down on the mattress, Sam felt himself relax and buried his head in his pillow. After the day's slightly abnormal events, he was glad that sleep came easy for once. Pretty soon, he was dead to the world. That is, until a surprised shout and a large thump came from across the hall.

Stumbling out of bed with a gun in his hand, Sam swung open his door, only to find Bobby and Dean already in the hall, the door to the guest room flung open. Sam looked into the room and his jaw dropped.

A barely dressed Vivian was standing in just a tank-top and very suggestive panties, aiming her sawed off shotgun at an extremely startled Castiel's head. She seemed very calm and collected, a trait many seasoned hunters had. He couldn't help but admire her stoicism, as well as her scantily clad figure. He shook such thoughts from his head and tried to return his train of thought to the task at hand.

Vivian was the first to speak. "Are you three goin' tah tell me who the fuck this is, or should I just blow his brains out?"

Dean made a strangled noise and tried to explain. "N-no! Don't shoot him! His name is Castiel, and he's our friend."

Vivian still didn't lower her gun. "Why the hell is he in my room and how the fuck did he get here?!"

Castiel spoke then, his gaze seemingly everywhere but in Vivian's direction. "I-I flew here, though when I sensed your presence, I had to see if you were a danger to Sam and Dean."

"So yah think it's ohkey tah just pop in ah girl's room unannounced?!"

Sam piped up, "It's ok Vivian, Cass is still learning boundaries. He's still new at this." He could see Vivian becoming increasingly confused and frustrated, so he clarified a little more. "Castiel is an Angel, and he's still learning how to behave around humans. He protects us, and he just didn't know who you were. He was just trying to keep us safe."

Vivian then heaved a great sigh, lowering her shotgun and holding it casually but firmly in her hand. "An Angel?" She shifted her gaze away from Cass and glared at Sam. "You expect me tah believe that?"

"Not really, but it's true; I wouldn't lie to you."

"All hunters lie..." Vivian glared at him a few more seconds before turning back to Cass. "But this time I'm inclined tah believe yah. I'm too damn tired tah think otherwise." She observed Cass a moment longer, before grinning at him. The Angel's cheeks flushed and he fidgeted where he was standing.

Vivian chuckled, a low, sultry sound that didn't fail to catch the attention of all four men. "So, Angel, yah gonna stay and join me or are yah gonna leave with the boys?" Cass' face turned from pink to bright red, and his gaze never left Vivian's face. She took a step closer to him, tossing the gun onto the bed.

Clearing his throat, Dean stepped into the room and grabbed Cass by the shoulder. He tossed Vivian a knee-weakening grin, "he won't be joining you, but I'd take you up on that offer!" He winked at her, knowing few could resist his charms, but he was to be sorely disappointed.

Vivian gave him a scathing look like she'd be more than happy to burn him alive and turned away from him. She moved to crawl onto the bed, giving the four men a generous view of her backside, making Sam, Bobby and Cass blush and Dean cheekily grin. Laying down over the covers, she lifted her left hand and waved with two fingers, "night, fellas."

The boys then left, each saying their good-nights as Dean pushed Cass into the hall by his collar. Sam closed the door gently behind him, giving Vivian's lean form one last glance before the door clicked shut. The minute they were out of earshot, they both turned to Cass as Bobby walked down the stairs.

"What the hell, Cass?!" Dean rounded on him first, his voice grounding out in a whisper-shout.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going to have company."

"It's ok, Cass, she just got here tonight, and we had no idea she was coming either." Sam gave his angelic friend a reassuring smile.

"Is she another Hunter?"

"That's what she says, and she was hunting a werewolf so that puts things in her favor."

"I see... Why is she here?"

Dean answered next, "She was almost killed by that same werewolf out in Bobby's front yard."

"I see... Was she hurt?"

"Almost had her insides on her outsides as well as a few bumps and bruises. Not to mention that she had a huge gash on her arm."

"Really? How is she walking around?" Cass looked from Dean to Sam.

Sam paused for a moment, almost as baffled as Cass before saying, "high pain tolerance I guess?"

"That would make sense, during the human birthing process, women go through massive amounts of pain that I wouldn't wish on most of my enemies."

Sam and Dean traded confused looks before Dean changed the subject. "Well, in any case, she's up and walking around, so I think we should just discuss this in the morning. Hmm?" He then turned and walked away, closing his door behind him. Sam shook his head before turning back to Cass.

"Are you staying here tonight?"

Cass turned back to him before answering. "I think so. There aren't any other angels or demons on my trail, so I suppose so."

Sam rubbed at his eyes, sleep threatening to overtake him yet again. He yawned, "alright, well you know where the couch is. I'll see you in the morning." He turned and walked to his room. "Goodnight, Cass."

"Goodnight, Sam." Cass then turned and walked down the stairs, his thoughts turning to the mysteriously attractive woman he had flown in on.