Once in the parking lot, Sam turned, stood in the way of Vivian and put out his hand.
"What the hell?! Sam! Move!" Vivian was getting angrier by the second, but Sam held his ground.
"Keys. You wouldn't want to bust up that gorgeous car of yours, now would you?" Sam smirked at her furious expression.
Vivian held her glare for a moment longer before huffing and handing over her beloved keys. "Fine, but one scratch-"
"Yeah, yeah, you'll have my balls for ball bearings! I got it!" Sam shook his head and led the way to where her car was still parked in the empty lot. Vivian grinned at the "balls for ball bearings" comment. She'd been going more for "nads for break-pads" but hey, she was open to new ideas. Still smirking, she got into the passenger side and had to do a double take.
"It's so weird bein' on the other side of her… It feels so wrong!" Vivian shifted in her seat as Sam chuckled.
"Well, get used to it. I'm not letting you ruin a beautiful car just because you're set on ruining your liver."
"I thought I told you not tah comment on my drinking habits."
"I'm not, I'm protecting your car."
"Ugh, whatever, I'm too tired an' horny for this!" Vivian curled up in the passenger seat, wrapping her coat a little tighter around her.
Sam saw and shook his head with a smile before carefully shrugging out of his own and tossing it over her. Vivian looked out from underneath it with an unidentifiable expression, but Sam simply smiled at her and turned back to the road. Blushing slightly, Vivian curled up underneath Sam's massive coat and closed her eyes. The canvas jacket smelled of gunpowder and men's deodorant, a heady combination that made Vivian even more sexually frustrated. Sighing, she closed her eyes and dozed the ten minutes back to Bobby's.
Once at Bobby's, Vivian shook herself awake and stepped out of the car. Turning to a grinning Sam, she held out her hand. "Keys. Now." Sam tossed her the keys to her car and waved for her to precede him onto the porch and into the house. When Vivian stepped into the kitchen she threw Sam's jacket onto the table, grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and trudged up the stairs to her room. She then kicked her heels into the closet, dropped her purse onto the nightstand and threw her jacket to the floor.
Sighing, she flopped onto the bed and reminisced about her emotional and aggravating night. She grinned when she thought about Sam but she scowled whenever her thoughts turned to Laura or Dean. Yeah, she liked both guys and girls, but there was just something about guys that she preferred to women. However, Dean was one guy that she was determined to hate for the rest of her natural existence. He was the type of guy that parents warned their teenage daughters about.
He was gorgeous, but he moved too far too fast before leaving broken hearts and ruined sex lives in the dusty wake of his Impala. Vivian sat up and tossed the cap of the Jack Daniels somewhere into the room. Taking a long swig, she turned her thoughts to Castiel. All of a sudden there was a flutter of wings and a low, "Hello Vivian." She whipped around to face Castiel.
"Angel cakes. What are you doing here? Come tah take me up on that offer?" Vivian winked as her grin grew, only for it to fall at Cass' look of confusion.
"Honestly, I have no idea why I'm here… Usually I don't answer the call of lesser humans." Cass looked around the room as if trying to find some hidden sign as to why he was suddenly in Vivian's bedroom.
"Lesser humans? I'm ah lesser human?!" Vivian stood and contemplated throwing the bottle of booze at the still befuddled angel.
"I just mean less important to the will of God."
"So yer saying that my existence isn't necessary?"
"Essentially."
Vivian placed the bottle on the nightstand and lifted her shotgun from under her pillow. "Oh, you do not want tah piss me off, Angel cakes, an' yer pushing the envelope already." She pointed the barrel at Cass' head and his eyes grew wide. Vivian smirked. "I know that this won't do ah damn thing, but it'll still hurt like ah bitch."
"If you shoot me, the Winchesters will come running."
"Yeah, I suppose… But at the moment I couldn't care less." Vivian grinned. "I'm willing to forgive yer little comment about me being ah lesser human being if you did ah little something for me." She dropped her shotgun onto the bed and stepped closer to Cass.
"Are you some sort of demon?"
"No, but wouldn't you be able tah tell if I was or not?" Vivian didn't wait for him to answer. "So what I want is-" She stood directly in front of him and ran a finger under his tie. "For you to kiss me." She peered up at him through her lashes and breathed through her mouth.
Cass blushed and swallowed, his eyes growing wider by the second. "I don't think that kissing you is a good idea."
Vivian diminished the space between them to mere centimeters. "And why is that?"
"Because my father would disapprove."
"But that's what makes it so much fun! Being bad feels pretty damn good!" Vivian winked and stood on her tiptoes, only to have Cass disappear right before her eyes. "Dammit!" She stomped her foot and plopped onto the bed before shucking her dress and falling asleep.
Dean woke the next morning to the sounds of shouts and loud banging noises coming from Vivian's room. Sighing, he climbed out of bed and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before peering through his open door into Sam's empty room. Realizing that if something terrible was happening, Sam, Bobby or Cass would have alerted him, he trudged past Vivian's door and down the stairs to the kitchen.
Upon arriving, he noticed Sam at the table with a half drank cup of coffee in front of him and Cass fiddling with a full mug. Filling his own mug, Dean sat down across from Sam, noticing Cass flinch with every resounding bang that came from the upstairs. "What's up with Vivian?"
Sam took a deep breath. "I don't know. When I tried to find out, she pointed her shotgun at my face and told me to get out, so I have no idea." Dean turned to Cass.
"Did something happen after we all went to bed?"
"Miss Letohnen and I did have a sort of conversation last night."
"Meaning?"
"She wanted me to kiss her."
"What?!" Dean put down his mug, scowling. "So did you?"
Cass blushed. "No. I think that may be why she is upset."
"Was she drunk?"
"I don't think so… But I'm still new at communicating with humans other than yourselves, so I don't know if I am the cause of her frustration or not."
"Damn… Usually when a girl asks you to kiss her, you kiss her, but maybe that's just me." Dean smirked into his coffee, only to nearly choke when Vivian suddenly appeared in the doorway. Her makeup was smeared around her eyes, and her slip was a bit askew, showing off the bright orange bra underneath. Her lips were swollen, and her hair was a wild mane of tangles and frizz. Dean coughed through a chuckle. "Cass you sure you didn't give her the ride of her life?" He winked at the angel.
Cass gave a frustrated huff. "I'm one hundred percent positive, Dean." He glanced over at Vivian as she filled a mug with the last of the coffee before turning away with a slight flush. Sam was trying his best not to gawk at Vivian; she looked just like she'd had six rounds of amazing sex, though everyone knew she couldn't have, as they all would have heard it. "Besides, my Father would not have approved."
"There you goh again." Vivian turned in the doorway and calmly set her mug onto the counter. "My father would not approve." She scowled and placed a hand on her hip, glaring a hole through Cass' head. "You may be an angel, with all yer 'you have tah have faith' bullshit, but why can't yah let down your hair ah little?" Vivian tossed her hair over her shoulder for emphases. "I would have blown ah gasket by now if I had yer job restrictions! Don't you ever just wanna vent?" Vivian picked up her mug and smiled over her shoulder as she left, but her expression was anything but sweet.
"If you ever figure out what it is you do want…" Vivian's grin turned into a scathing glare. "I don't want to know." She then turned and sashayed up the stairs leaving two gaping jaws and one confused look.