Vivian tucked the bottle of Fireball into her bag and zipped it shut. Smiling to herself, she picked up her shotgun and tossed it over her shoulder as she picked up her bag and went down the stairs. Letting the front door swing closed behind her, she sought out Bobby and walked over to him. "What'd the boys decide?"
Bobby looked up at her from the bed of his truck. "They want the nest."
"Assholes." Vivian visibly pouted, and Bobby chuckled.
"I told 'em you'd be upset about it."
"Ugh, whatever, I need ah monster tah take out my frustration on." Vivian tossed her bag in the back seat of the truck and climbed into the front seat. Bobby shook his head and climbed behind the wheel.
It was a good hour before Bobby decided to break the silence. "What made you leave Minnesota?"
"Hmm? Oh... I don't know, I guess I just needed ah change ah scene."
"Why stay in Minnesota so long? You got family there?"
"Family? No... I grew up there. I loved it there. I still love it. I loved the hot summers, the cold as fuck winters, the huge forests an' the small towns." Vivian sighed, a small smile flitting across her lips. "I guess I just never wanted tah leave... Until my last living family member was murdered in her hospital bed by ah fucking vamp, of all things." She chuckled humorlessly. "I told that bastard an' his whole fucking nest why tah never mess with ah Minnesota girl's family."
"I'm sorry about your relative..."
"Not just any relative, Bobby... My little sister..."
"Damn... Now I feel even more terrible."
"It's ok... I never knew my mom or dad. My sister an' I were put into the system at ah really young age; young enough for us tah remember nothing but the constant change ah the system." She picked at her jeans before looking out the window. "I'm sorry tah be telling you my whole life's story, but it's been years since I've had someone to talk to about it."
"I know how you feel, so regale away." Bobby gave her a sympathetic smile.
Vivian smiled back before twiddling her fingers in her lap. "When I was ten, my sister an' I were put into ah long term home. The family was nice, but somethin' kept my sister an' me apart from the other kids. It was almost an instinctual thing; we kept tah ourselves because all we needed was each other." Vivian blinked quickly, willing her sudden onslaught of tears away. "She an' I were inseparable. Almost like Sam an' Dean, but closer. She was only ah year younger, but everyone, including ourselves, thought we should 'a been born twins. We drank the same alcohol, read the same books, liked similar guys, had the same taste in music, shared clothes. She was my other half."
Vivian paused for a breath. "Then she got hit by ah truck an' never woke up. She was on life support when a vamp got her." Vivian swallowed another clump of emotion and glanced over at Bobby. "So in ah way, her death was ah mercy killing... but it didn't hurt any less." Her gaze grew hard and her mouth twisted in a sneer. "I never enjoyed watching ah monster die so much..."
The rest of the trip was silent, both wrapped up in their own thoughts. Though, while Vivian was busy remembering the past, Bobby was wondering if he would tell the boys about her past. Shaking his head, he turned his thoughts to the task ahead.
The boys arrived just before dawn, five days later, to find the house lit up, and quiet, pumping music coming from an open window on the second floor. Bobby met them at the door.
"Oh, the things I need to tell you boys," he said, taking a bag from Dean before tossing it on the couch. Bobby sat down in his swivel chair and faced the boys, who were still standing. Not giving them a second glance, he sighed. "You're gonna wanna sit down for this."
"What's up?" Sam gave Bobby look of concern. Dean's face was etched with apprehension.
Bobby rubbed a hand over his beard. "Well, she's a fantastic hunter."
"Is Vivian ok?" Surprisingly, it was Dean who had asked.
"Oh, she's fine. Not a scratch on her... I want you to know what she told me on the way to the job." Bobby took out his flask and took a quick swig before checking to see Vivian wasn't within earshot. "We all know why she wasn't in Minnesota when she fell on my doorstep, but now I know why she left."
Bobby took a breath. "Her and her sister were in and out of foster homes their entire lives, constantly moving around, like you boys. Vivian and her sister were nigh inseparable, almost twins despite her sister being younger." Bobby could honestly say that nothing got him more worked him than the bond between his boys, and he could see Vivian had had the same bond, if not a stronger one, with her sister.
"But, her younger sister was hit by a truck, put on life support and then drained by a vamp."
It was a moment before either of the boys spoke. Dean broke the silence first. "Damn," he whispered, the emotion behind the word only just hidden. Sam tried his best not to choke on the lump of suppressed emotion in his throat.
"Her story is almost as tragic as ours..." Dean's lips quirked slightly, before he cleared his throat.
"Yah, well the last thing I need is ah goddamned pity party." Vivian stood looking at them from in the kitchen, a brand new bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand. "It's in the past, an' that's where I'd like it tah stay." She took a deep swig from the bottle she held and walked out onto the porch. Sam and Dean exchanged a look with Bobby. He shrugged.
"I haven't had to deal with emotional women for a while, so you two work your magic." Bobby got out of his seat and disappeared into his room. Dean looked at the door and then at his brother.
"I'd rather not go out there, seeing as she has a problem with me for some reason."
Sam chuckled. "I'll go, but I'd rather you be there for back up, just in case she decides to blow a gasket."
"Who's to say she will? You're good at this kind of chick flick stuff!"
"Yeah, well… Something tells me that Vivian isn't your typical 'chick flick' kind of girl."
"So?" Dean looked over at his brother, only to see Sam give him a pleading look. Dean shook his head. "Fine! Fine! But if she blows up, I'm out!" Sam laughed and stood, quietly walking out the door.