Vivian stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining her stitches for the first time since her shower the night before. They were small and neat, albeit a little crooked. She assumed Sam had done them, he seemed the type to do so. She smiled at the thought. For such a large man, he seemed rather quiet and timid, always smiling and gently keeping everyone in line.
Letting her mind turn dirty, like she usually did, she thought of how Sam would look without his clothes. She let out a quiet snicker as she imagined his wide shoulders and his narrow hips, letting her mind imagine just how big a package he packed. Sneakily chuckling to herself, she then thought about Castiel.
He looked rather well built, even though his trench coat added quite a bit of bulk. He was handsome, in a sort of rugged, baby-faced sort of way. And he was so uptight! What she could do to set him off! Grinning at her reflection, she dropped her shirt and began to apply her foundation.
Turning her thoughts to Dean, she scowled. He was such a prick! A prick who thought he was God's gift to women! Vivian wondered how many girls threw themselves at his feet but stopped because the thought disgusted her even more than his attitude. He was attractive and he knew it, but that only made him a cocky bastard and a right nasty piece of work.
Sighing, she put the last of her makeup back in her bag and strutted out of the bathroom. Tossing her makeup bag onto her bed, she pulled out her beloved sawed-off shotgun and began to clean it with the utmost care. She was only ten minutes in when Sam came up the stairs and knocked on her door frame.
"Got a minute?" He smiled down at her.
Vivian couldn't help but give him a suggestive smirk, "fer you? Anytime." She smiled to herself when she saw him blush, her inner self humming. She followed Sam down the stairs and into what appeared to be a study. She could see the kitchen across the hall and an old junkyard through its small window. Turning back to the boys, she saw Bobby pull out a newspaper clipping.
"Got a case for you boys," he said, handing the clipping to Sam. "I caught wind of a wraith not three hours from here. I also found talk of a nest the next state over, so I thought you boys could take which ever one you wanted and Vivian and I could take the other."
Dean looked confused for a moment. "Who the hell is Vivian?" he asked, looking at Bobby for clarification. Sam cleared his throat and slightly jerked his head in Vivian's direction. Vivian just examined her nails before setting a scathing glare on Dean's face. He gulped and Vivian inwardly preened. Cass suddenly appeared from nowhere, his face looking more tired than Vivian remembered.
"I checked out those two cases, Bobby, and they're exactly what you thought they were. I suggest you take the wraith, what with Vivian's condition."
Vivian scoffed. "My condition?" She shook her head, her tongue in her cheek. "Hun, you have noh idea what kind ah condition I'm in, an' I've worked with worse. Trust me when I say I could handle ah few vamps, no problem."
Dean tried to appease her by saying, "if you feel that way, Cass could probably heal you." Cass and Sam gave him and exasperated look and Bobby sighed.
"Heal me," Vivian replied. "I've hunted more than just ah nest with ah broken arm an' seven broken ribs, hun, so don't talk to me about healing! But if you four are so Hell bent on me taking the wraith, whatever, I'll do it." She then sashayed into the kitchen, knowing they were all watching her walk away. As she stepped over to the fridge, she let the boys know her frustration with them. "I'm pissed you boys think I can't handle myself."
Sam gave a small chuckle. "It's not that we don't think you're capable, Vivian," he said. "We just don't want you to get more hurt than you already are."
"Well, if Angel boy over there can really heal me, like Hot Mess says he can, then I see noh problem with cutting off ah few vamp heads." Vivian pulled out a beer and then stalked over to the cabinets to find something to munch on. She always got hungry when she was angry.
Cass piped up. "If you think it's necessary that I heal you, I can."
"I really don't think it's 'necessary', but if it makes the boys feel better, goh ahead." Vivian popped the lid off the bottle and took a long draught. She watched as Cass approached her with apprehension. She grinned wolfishly at him. "I don't bite, Angel Cakes. Not unless you want me to." She winked at Cass when he flushed. She glanced over at Dean, who gulped, and Sam who's face was unreadable.
Turning back to Cass, Vivian said, "alrighty, sweetheart, work yer magic." Cass gave her a curt nod and then reached to touch her forehead. A pleasantly warm tingling filled her whole body and she felt herself smile as her body stitched itself back together. When she felt Cass' fingers lift away, she let her eyes flutter open and she gave him a seductive smile.
"Well, hun, if you keep healing people like that, no wonder Sam and Dean keep you around." She winked at the boys as Dean scowled. Sam just shook his head, a small smile on his lips. Cass blushed again and she couldn't help but antagonize him a little more. "You blush like a school boy, Cass, geez. I could think of a few ways to remedy that." She winked at him, and his flush reached his neck. He turned away from her as she drained her beer and went to Bobby's alcohol cabinet.
She looked over her shoulder at the older man, "got anything good in here, scruffy?" Bobby gave her a small disbelieving smile, shaking his head before adjusting his cap.
"Brandy, whiskey, Jamison, scotch, rum and a bottle of Fireball."
"Now yer talkin'!" Vivian stood on her toes and extended her arm to rummage through until she found the bottle of Fireball. She found a small shot glass as she heard the boys begin to gather their things from around the house. She poured until the shot glass was almost full, tossed it back and poured another.
She heard Dean walk up behind her just as she finished her second shot. "If you're not careful, you're gonna have it all coming back up."
Vivian poured herself another, "darlin', don't talk about things you know nothin' about." She finished her third shot and debated before taking the bottle with her as she turned to the stairs. "Besides, I could drink present you under the table before I turned sixteen." She flashed him the same wolfish grin she had Cass, "so don't try an' tell me how much I can or cannot drink, lightweight." She then flipped her hair and retreated to her room to pack, bottle of Fireball still hanging from her hand with practiced ease.
Dean just stood there, gazing after her when Bobby came up behind him. "Knowing what little I do about her, she's not lying. I heard from a guy I called in Minnesota that she's been hunting almost her whole life there. She's seen a lot of shit, and he also told me to hide the liquor." Bobby chuckled. "If there's one thing I know about women and liquor, it's to never separate one from the other, or you'll have hell to pay." He patted Dean on the shoulder and went back into the study.
Dean muttered under his breath, now even more infuriated with and confused about the mysterious female hunter. He just didn't know what her problem was. 'Drink me under the table, my ass!' He sighed, rubbed at his scruff and then went to go check on Baby.