The hunt was successful, even if Sam and Dean ended up covered in ancient Japanese monster guts. Vivian had laughed at them the entire ride back to the motel. "Damn, you guys reek!" Vivian snorted into her freshly opened bottle of Jamison.

Sam frowned and grabbed his bag from his bed. "I call first shower!" He then almost ran into the bathroom with a disgusted scowl. Dean groaned and started stripping.

Vivian immediately protested. "Hey! You're in the presence of ah lady!"

Dean scowled and almost growled at her. "Well would you rather I stink up the room with monster gut-covered clothes, or watch me change?"

"Fine. I guess I'll take ah walk," Vivian said with a frown. She took one last sip of Jamison and set the bottle on the table before stepping outside. Closing the door behind her, she let out a frustrated huff and began walking towards the nearest drinking establishment. Taking out a cigarette and lighting it, she let her thoughts turn to Dean's shirtless chest. She had to admit that for a jackass, he was pretty cut. Scowling at herself, she stood outside the door of the bar and finished smoking, wishing not for the first time that she had a different life.

Scouting the room for an open seat, her eyes wandered to the far end of the bar and commandeered it's only open stool. Waving to the bartender she said, "vodka, straight." The man next to her turned and smiled.

"Rough day?" He was about five eleven, with dark curly hair and a slight beard. He was quite handsome, but Vivian wasn't interested.

"More like rough week."

"Care to take a load off?" The man smiled and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself." He held out his hand. "Mark Berman." Vivian took his hand with a smile.

"Marie Robertson." She downed her drink and motioned for another. Mark chuckled.

"I was just about to ask if I could buy you a drink." He smiled and took a sip of his own. Vivian grinned.

"You can buy the next one."

"Your week must have really sucked."

"Oh hun, you have noh idea."

"Where are you from? You're accent is strange, if you don't mind me saying."

Vivian chuckled. "Not from around here…" She threw back her drink. "I'm from Minnesota."

"Minnesota? What's a Minnesota girl doing here in Idaho?"

"Work. I work for ah computer company that makes me move around ah lot."

"A computer company?"

"Yeah, I fix programs for big businesses an' banks and such… It pays good, so I guess I've got that."

"Well I work for a local publishing company and I'm basically an errand boy. The technical term is Secretary, but I don't do much sitting behind a computer anymore. It sucks."

"That's too bad." Vivian lifted her third drink. "To sucky jobs that we wish we never took!" Mark laughed and clinked his glass against hers.

"To sucky jobs." He drained his glass and ordered another. "So, tell me about yourself."

Vivian sighed, a sad smile on her lips. "I'm twenty-six years old. When I'm in Minnesota, I live with my grandmother and ah smelly cat named Spike. I also take self-defense classes on Saturdays. You?"

"I'm thirty-three, with two beautiful pit-bulls and a cactus plant. I also live in an apartment not ten minutes from here."

"Pit-bulls, huh? Sweet." Vivian smiled and sipped at drink number four, this time a gin and tonic. "Well, I think it's time tah get outa here. What do you think?"

Mark grinned and pushed his empty glass away. "I think that sounds amazing!" He then set down a few bills and offered his arm to Vivian. She placed her arm in his with a smile and led them out of the bar and into the town.

Ten minutes of chatting and laughing later, Mark turned to her. "I probably should have told you this earlier, but I'm going through a divorce at the moment, and I-"

Vivian held up a hand, taking her arm from his. "What do you mean, 'going through'?"

Mark ran a hand through his hair. "Well, I left my wife last week and I gave her the divorce papers yesterday-"

"Yesterday?! Are you kidding me?! Why are you divorcing her? Is it because she doesn't let you pick up other women at bars? You are the worst kind of guy on the planet! Walk yourself home!" Vivian flicked her hair over her shoulder and speed walked down the sidewalk and around the corner. She heard Mark try to follow her, shouting the fake name she'd given him. She quickly side-stepped into an alley and waited for him to pass.

Eventually Mark gave up. Listening to see if he was anywhere nearby, she slid from her hiding place and began walking back to the motel. Not three minutes later, a man jumped from the shadows and covers her face with his hand. She struggled, elbowing the man in the gut before grabbing his wrist and twisting it around his back. The man yelped and she dragged him under a streetlight. In her grasp was Mark, furious, with a scowl on his face.

"You bitch! You'll pay for running away from me!"

Vivian chuckled darkly. "Oh, you are sorely mistaken, Hun." She pulled a knife from her boot and held it up to his throat. "If you don't want me tah harm that pretty neck of yours, you had better not follow me home an' you had better goh turn yourself in for attempted assault. If you so much as think about trying to get this knife away from me, I'll feed your balls to yer dogs." Mark gave the tiniest whimper.

Vivian grinned. "I'm going to let you goh, so you had better heed my words boy, or there'll be Hell tah pay." She then released Mark's wrist and stepped back. Mark cracked his wrist and turned to face her. Vivian tilted her head towards the road. "Get lost." With one last look of fury, Mark stomped away, muttering about how much of a tight-assed bitch she was. Vivian smiled sadly and resumed her trip back to the motel.

Once there, she was bombarded with questions by both Winchester brothers.

"Where the hell have you been?!"

"Why didn't you answer your phone?!"

"Why didn't you tell us where you were going?!"

Vivian rubbed at her temples. "Will you two shut up for one minute?" They immediately quieted. "I took ah walk. I told Dean I was going to, an' I went to ah bar. I met ah guy an' he nearly assaulted me but I gave him his balls on ah platter an' he left an' now I'm here."

"You were almost assaulted?! Vivian, what if he'd succeeded?!" Sam took a step closer to her, concern etched on his face.

Vivian scowled. "I can take care ah myself, thank you very much! He didn't get very far in the first place! Besides, I don' need you two worrying over me like ah couple ah mother hens!" Vivian walked over to the tiny table and grabbed her bottle of Jamison. "So, if you two keep up this over-reacting crap, I'm leavin' an' you'll never have my help ever again, an' God knows, you two boys need all the help you can get." She then shoved Dean's bag from his bed and onto the floor before laying down on it.

"That's-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know it's your bed. That's why I took it, asshole."

"You know what? Fine! Take it! I don't think I could sleep in the same room as you right now anyway!" Dean then grabbed his coat and walked out the door. "I'm sleeping in the Impala!"