New chapter! It's short and sort of a filler but it needed to be put in. Please enjoy and review when you're done. I hope the characters aren't too OOC (I've never really written Dean before). Other than that, I won't keep you. Read on!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Chapter 2:

Vivian wouldn't look at Dean. It was too embarrassing; especially now that the memories of the dreams had come back in full force and she could remember everything. She could feel her face heating up just at the thought of it.

The boys had taken her to a motel room. Apparently she had been out for hours. Normally they would've just taken her to a hospital or something, according to Sam, but this was far from normal.

"So," Dean broke the silence awkwardly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

"So you guys know each other?" Sam asked. Vivian's face turned even redder.

"Sort of," she said at the same time as Dean said, "in a way." Sam looked between the two, confused.

"Care to elaborate?" Dean coughed, his cheeks becoming slightly flushed as well.

"Remember those dreams I told you about?"

"The ones with way too much information?" Sam half laughed. Dean's blush darkened.

"Yeah those." He nodded towards Vivian without meeting her eyes. "This is her."

Realization covered Sam's features and his eyes widened.

"Oh." He said softly before gazing at Vivian, the full realization of what Dean had said hitting him. "Oh!"

"Yeah," Dean replied quietly, looking at the wall behind Sam, avoiding his eyes.

There was moment of very awkward silence before Sam spoke again.

"We should probably call Bobby," Sam suggested. Dean nodded.

"That would probably be best."

"Who's Bobby?" Vivian asked timidly, raising her eyes for the first time during the entire conversation.

"Bobby's an old family friend. He knows a lot about this stuff," Sam assured her. "He's sort of a dream expert, used to be a therapist."

"No, he wasn't." Dean interrupted, turning to Vivian and looking at her head on. "He's a hunter, like us."

"Dean!" Sam began. "We can't involve her in th-"
"She's already involved Sammy!" Dean exclaimed, throwing out his hand to gesture at Vivian. "The best we can do is make sure that she knows what's going on." Sam looked exasperated.

"Whatever," he went to the door. "I'm going to call Bobby."

Both of them just looked at each other for a moment after Sam left not sure what to do. Dean began rubbing the back of his neck again.

"Damn, I want to kiss you," he said. Vivian met his eyes, surprised. She wouldn't have been so blunt but she had been thinking the same thing. Still, she restrained herself.

"That's probably not a good idea," she said quietly. She didn't really know him and those dreams were not natural. What if something evil had implanted the dreams in their minds and they were playing right into some monster's hands? She knew it sounded crazy but since the literal man of her dreams had showed up, she was willing to believe anything. Even if those things weren't an issue, she was afraid that if she kissed him they wouldn't be able to stop.

He breathed deeply and nodded.

"You're right," he agreed, running his hand through his hair. "God, this is confusing."

"Tell me about it."

There was another moment of silence before Dean pulled up a chair and sat in front of her perch on the end of the bed.

"I should probably properly introduce myself," he held out a hand towards her. She shook her head at him, worried that something would happen if she touched him. There was something wrong about all this. He retracted his hand. "Dean Winchester."

"Vivian Lockheart," she responded.

More silence.

"You should probably tell me about hunters and all that stuff you were talking about before," Vivian suggested. Dean nodded.

"I'll give you the short version." She nodded, trying to prepare herself for whatever she was about to hear. She knew due to the way Sam had reacted, it would probably change her life forever.

"It started when Sammy was six months old," Dean began.

"Bobby wants us to meet him back at his place," Sam said as soon as he entered the room once more.

He was greeted with the sight of Dean and Vivian sitting extremely close, their heads almost touching. He noticed that despite that, neither of them allowed their bodies to make contact. Vivian's expression was one of mild surprise while Dean's was carefully blank.

"How much did you tell her?" Sam asked.

"Everything," Dean replied.

Love it? Hate it? PLEASE REVIEW! It would mean a lot and it would mean another chapter for y'all. I know it was short but I was really busy and it was necessary. It'll get more exciting when they get to Bobby's and all that. Tell me your thoughts!

~Liliana