Sam and Dean exchanged a look. Dean was the first to speak.
"Damn."
"That's one hell of a revenge story…"
"She sounds like Dad did… But seventeen? Sam we may have started out as kids, but we grew up in the life, but to go out and choose to live it?" Dean shook his head in disbelief. "She must have really loved her sister."
"She sounds like you…"
"What do you mean, she sounds like me?" Dean was utterly confused.
Sam grinned. "She'd do anything for her sister, anything to atone for letting her die alone and afraid… She felt responsible and did everything in her power to make up for it." Sam shook his head. "I need a drink after that. Want one?"
Dean shook his head, still thinking about the whole fiasco. He may tell himself that what Sam had told him was the furthest thing from the truth, but he knew, deep in his heart that it wasn't. Dean ran a hand over his face, leaning up against the railing. Vivian was just one giant ball of enigmas, all tangled together, at least in his opinion. Pull on one string and you uncover at least three more. Dean sighed, before he retreated back inside.
When he walked up the stairs, the sounds of the shower reached his ears. Sam was downstairs with Bobby, so Vivian must have been the one in the shower. Dean retreated to his room, and collapsed onto his bed before taking out his Mp3 player and putting on his headphones. After what seemed to be only a few songs later, Sam opened the door and came in.
Taking off his headphones, Dean sat up. "What's up?"
Sam stepped further into the room. "Vivian wants to go and get her car and she wants us to take her."
"Couldn't she just ask Bobby?"
"Bobby told her that he needed to stay just in case he got a call. She asked me next, and I said I'd talk to you about it."
"I suppose we can take her, where's her car?"
"In town, she said. Not too far from the old movie theater."
"That's not too far, might as well visit the bar while we're at it."
"Vivian said just about the same thing." Sam tried to conceal his smile and Dean scowled.
"Just let me grab my jacket and we can go." Dean stood as Sam left, throwing his leather jacket over his shoulder as he closed his door behind him. Once down the stairs, Dean walked into the kitchen. Sam was standing against the counter, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Dean looked to the kitchen table. Vivian was sitting in one of the chairs, one of her feet propped on the seat of the chair next to her.
Her tight, knee-high dress was black with a cutout in the back that peeked out from under her cropped leather jacket. She was wearing wicked looking stiletto heels that were the color of fresh blood; her lips were painted a similar shade, as were her nails. Other than her bright lipstick, her makeup was simple but alluring, her green eyes framed by dark lashes. Dean swallowed as she stood and swung her purse over her shoulder. Vivian flung her dark hair over her shoulder as she sashayed out of the door, hips swinging.
"Damn." Sam chuckled at Dean's expletive.
"I think that's the effect she was going for." Dean shot Sam a warning look and Sam put up his hands. "I'm just saying."
"Yeah, well... Quit!"
"Alright, now get out there before she hot-wires the car."
"She'd damn well better not!" Dean tore out the swinging door, Sam chuckling as he followed behind him. Dean was pleased to see Vivian standing just beyond the stairs, waiting for them. He took a deep breath and walked over to the Impala, taking his keys from his pocket.
"This is your car?" Vivian looked incredulous.
"Yes, it's my car. Who else's did you think it was?"
"Not yers, but still… I'm impressed. A 1967 Chevrolet Impala… Damn, this thing is sex on wheels…"
"I think you'll have to wait in line for some alone time, Dean likes to hog."
Vivian laughed out loud. "Oh, Sam you won't have tah worry about that! I've got my own version." She winked at the taller brother. "You'll see when we get tah town." Sam grinned and got into the front seat as Vivian got in the back. "You comin', Hot Mess?" Vivian winked at Dean who scowled as he slid into the driver's seat.
"Still with the 'Hot Mess' thing, huh? Alrighty then."
"Forever an' always, hun." Vivian winked at him again and leaned back in her seat, running her hands over the leather. Though Dean found her especially infuriating and confusing, he couldn't help but be proud that she found his car sexy. He turned the key in the ignition and less than thirty seconds later, they were off.
Twenty minutes later, they saw the beginnings of the small town of Sioux Falls. Suddenly Vivian piped up, leaning her elbows on the backrests of the front seats. "I parked it over there, in that old parking lot."
"Got it." Dean drove into the abandoned lot and parked in between two faded lines. Looking around the area, he couldn't see any other cars. "Are you sure it was this lot?"
Vivian smirked, "Constantly underestimatin' me, aren't yah Gorgeous?" She winked and got out, gently closing the door behind her. She looked around before she jogged over to an abandoned building where a pile of old junk sat. She waved for the boys to join her and began pulling away bits of the junk. When the brothers were about twenty feet from her, she turned and said, "Wait there. This is something you have to see from ah distance, first."
Vivian was grinning like mad now, reaching for what appeared to be a tarp covering something car shaped. In one swift movement, she pulled away the tarp and the boys inhaled. A magnificent 1969 Camaro z28 sat in front of them, glistening in the moonlight. It had a green paint job with black racing stripes and shining chrome accents. Vivian ran a hand over the hood. "This is my pride an' joy… Isn't she beautiful?" Vivian sighed and shifted her weight.
Biting her lip to hide a grin at the boys' shocked faces, Vivian said, "Do yah wanna hear the engine?" She giggled when Dean nodded. Dean may have loved his Impala, but this thing was something else… And very much Vivian. Vivian got into the front seat and pulled her keys out of her purse. She turned the ignition and the Camaro roared to life before dulling to a throaty purr. Vivian sat back in the black leather driver's seat, spreading her knees a bit and laying her head back. She placed a foot on the gas and revved the engine.
Dean and Sam could see that she was getting all hot under her collar, and they were a bit as well but for different reasons, so Sam cleared his throat to signal that they should be heading out. Vivian grinned at them, her cheeks devoid of any sort of flush, like Dean had expected there to be, and turned off the car.
"So what'd yah think?" Vivian got out and carefully shut the door. She gently leaned against the vehicle and crossed one ankle over the other, watching their faces.
Sam had been sufficiently impressed and he said so. "That was awesome! Where did you get it?"
"I bought it at ah junk yard, all rusted up an' gutted, except for the engine. I fixed it up so it was drivable then took it to ah friend who fixed the rest an' painted her up all nice." Vivian patted the hood and started walking towards the road. "Shall we go now? I need ah drink." Dean and Sam exchanged a concerned look. They both knew that she'd been drinking earlier and quite a bit too, so they were starting to worry for her health.
Even though they were worried, they both took a deep breath and trudged after her. Ten minutes later, they entered a dingy bar and followed Vivian to the counter. She took a seat on one of the stools and the brothers followed suit. Vivian turned to them. "If you want to, you can leave me here, I can take care of myself."
Dean shook his head. "I'd rather sit here, it's closer to the booze." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes. The bartender walked over.
"What can I get you three?"