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Note: I know they didn't talk to Bobby in the episode mentioned, Malleus Maleficarum, but I changed that.
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Chapter 5:
"You're off then," Vivian said. Dean looked up from the bag he was packing and saw her leaning on the doorframe.
"That's right," he nodded. "Only for a week or so though."
She laughed lightly, stepping in the room. "Come on," she said. "Neither of us really believes that." She gave him a half smile as she sat down on his bed. "I know guys like you. It'll be just one more job, just another week." She sighed. "So I guess I'll see you on the flipside, huh?"
Dean nodded, not really sure what else to do.
"Right, see you then."
He wanted to do something more. Hug her, kiss her, he would've even settled for clapping her on the shoulder. But he couldn't, so instead he just walked out of the room, pausing once in the doorway to look back at her. She was biting her lip and staring off into space, a sort of sadness in her eyes that hadn't been there before. He stared at her for a moment taking in the little things about her, trying to memorize her. Then he turned, hoisting his duffle bag over his shoulder and didn't look back.
Vivian knew Bobby wasn't happy with their arrangement.
"Don't you have a life waiting for you back home?" he asked less than five minutes after the boys had driven away.
Vivian laughed at that. "I barely know what 'a life' is," she replied. "I've got no family and not enough friends to go back." She paused, running her hand through her hair. "There's nothing there for me; even my job sucked. Anyways, it's not like I can really go back to any sort of 'life' I had before," her blue orbs met the older man's, her eyebrow raised, "can I?"
Bobby rolled his eyes, "whatever you say." He then adjusted his hat and went to get a beer, leaving Vivian to herself.
The past 24 hours had been the most intense of her life but she felt oddly calm. Her emotions had been all over the place, from embarrassment to sadness to anger to tiredness. There was nothing left to feel; simply acceptance at what her life had become.
Vivian and Bobby fell into a routine. It had been an accident but both of them had grown accustomed to each other.
It had been a little odd at the beginning, for both of them. Bobby wasn't used to having someone else around and Vivian wasn't used to living in such a pigsty. The first time Bobby caught her cleaning, he had been angry.
"How am I supposed to find anything now?" he had all but shouted.
"How am I supposed to spend my time?"She had replied.
"Well, for one, you could learn about the monsters we're up against instead of ruining my house!"
"Oh yeah? Who's going to teach me?" Vivian countered.
That shut Bobby up. Vivian had tried to read some of his books but he had sent her off to get groceries and done something similar every other time he had caught her within a foot of anything to do with the supernatural.
Vivian went back to cleaning, without any objections this time.
In the end, she did end up learning about the supernatural after all.
The boys had called to ask Bobby for some help with a witch and he had obliged.
"So, how's Vivian?" Dean had asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing.
"Rearranging all my furniture," Bobby grumbled. "And making me eat green things."
Dean had laughed at that.
"You sound like an old married couple," the eldest Winchester had commented.
"We practically are," yelled a new voice that Dean could just barely hear on the other end.
Vivian had just returned from grocery shopping, kicking the door behind her as she overheard the conversation. She put all the bags in the kitchen before returning to the study, sitting on Bobby's desk, much to his dismay, and joining in, in the conversation that was being held over speakerphone.
"What's up?"
"I hear you're making poor Bobby eat green food," replied Sam from the other end, apparently also on speakerphone.
"Well if he doesn't start, he's going to have a heart attack and then we'd all be in trouble." Vivian replied with a smile at Bobby's scowl.
Sam seemed to have gotten over his initial embarrassment of Vivian's announcement that she had intended to sleep with him since last time they'd talked, actually seeming to enjoy her company now. He laughed again.
"I've been trying to get Dean on the same track for years. I've just given up by now."
Now it was Vivian's turn to laugh. "If I can get Bobby to do it, you can get Dean to; I have faith in you."
"Well I'm going to die in a few months anyways so there's no point in wasting your time," deadpanned Dean, sobering up the conversation.
Everyone stayed silent for a moment before Vivian cleared her throat and stood.
"I have to go put groceries away, nice talking to you," she said before turning and leaving the room quickly.
"Idjit," Bobby said in a tone that implied he might've smacked Dean on the upside of the head if he were in the same room as him. As much as Bobby didn't show it, he had developed a certain fondness for the young blonde woman living with him and he wasn't as insensitive as he seemed. Vivian didn't get upset easily. In fact, Bobby had learned that she only did when it had to do with Dean. It was an unspoken rule not to talk about the green-eyed brother ending up in the Pit in a few months time in her presence. Clearly Dean hadn't gotten the message.
"Bobby," Dean continued, ignoring him but his voice betraying him by becoming gruff in the way it was when he was on the verge of being emotional and he didn't want to show it. "We need all the information you have on hex bags and the kind of magic of the witches who use them."
It wasn't until later, after a dinner of baked chicken and pea soup (which had been Vivian's doing of course, considering that if she didn't cook, Bobby would just order take out or heat up a pizza or something), that Vivian actually got involved.
Sam called again, this time without Dean.
"Bobby, they're using a hex bag on Dean," he sounded in a rush and Vivian thought a hint of fear had crept into his voice.
"Well what're you calling me for, boy?" Bobby practically shouted. "Get to the damn coven and stop them before they send him to Hell early!"
"I know Bobby, where do you think I'm going right now?!" And if Vivian listened closely she could hear the screech of tires and roar of an engine in the background. "But we met up with Ruby and she said that there was a powerful demon in town, controlling the witches. I need you to find out as much as you can on the demon; just in case."
"Sam-" Bobby began but the younger man had already hung up.
"What? What's happening?" Vivian did her best to keep her voice calm but Bobby could hear the hysteria in her tone. "What's going on, Bobby?!"
So Bobby explained to her. He told her about hex bags and what they did to people, about witches and dark magic, about demons and Ruby in particular.
"They're working with a demon?!" By now Vivian had could no longer swallow her emotions and she let them have free reign across her face; a mixture of fear, anger and confusion evident in her expression.
"She seems to be helpful, for now." Bobby replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some real work to do. I need to find out about this demon Sam asked about."
And with that he walked out of the room, leaving Vivian reeling. Luckily, it was not 20 minutes later that they got the call that Dean was alright. Vivian nearly cried from relief, excusing herself from the room so Bobby wouldn't see her hands shake. It tightness in her chest didn't subside however and her stomach didn't unclench. She thought that perhaps they never would.
"I need to learn about these things," Vivian told Bobby that night, just before he went to bed. This time he didn't object, he just looked at her and nodded his understanding.
By the time morning rolled around, Vivian knew everything there was to know about vampires, poltergeists and werewolves. Bobby didn't ask if she'd stayed up because she'd wanted to learn or if she couldn't sleep because of what she knew.
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