Sam's POV
I wake up groaning, the first thing I notice is that I'm not lying on my front, last thing I remember is Vil ripping of Quanrus's head. The monster's dead, hunt completed, wait Vil? Dean! He'd passed out before me I look to his bed to see it's empty. I sit up and see the stain of blood on the ground near a chair, oh no, I slowly get up and walk out of the room, there, in the lounge, Dean's sitting by Vil who looks unconscious on the couch,
"Dean?" I call
"Sam!" He calls in relief and and we hug grateful to be alive,
"Is she?" I ask as we break apart,
"She's just resting, she's good Sammy, I promise." Dean replies,
"She was in such bad shape though, I thought she was dead for sure, Dean what happened?" I ask, surly it wasn't that simple,
"Guess that she's a tough nut." He says, he's lying, I know it, he doesn't want to tell me, fine, I'll find out eventually though.
A small groan from the couch suggests that she's woken, I walk over to her,
"Vilda? How are you feeling?" I ask kneeling beside her,
"Much better thank you Sam." She replies and slowly sits up,
"It was pretty fool hardly for you to come after us like that, you could of died." I reply though grateful she did, she just chuckles,
"You're welcome, it's the least I could do, besides, so could of you two." She replies, "Want me to heal you guys up now?" She continues,
"What?" I ask confused,
"Sure." Dean says,
"You'll, need to take off your shirt." She says with an awkward tone, Dean just smirks and I roll my eyes. Dean sits down on a chair and Vil gets up and sits right in front of him, she closes her eyes and moves hand over the painful looking body art on Dean's body, muttering something and then places her hand on his chest and the cuts heal themselves leaving no scar. All Dean and I can do is stare amazed,
"It worked, it really worked, thanks Vil." Dean says putting his shirt and jacket back on,
"My pleasure, Sam, want me to do the same to you?" She replies then offers me,
"It's fine Sammy, it doesn't hurt at all, it actually feels nice." Dean pipes up,
"Alright then." I accept and take off my shirt, she walks over sits down in front of me and moves her hand over my own painful body art, muttering again and places her hand to my chest and a pleasurable feeling washes of my chest as the wounds heal leaving no scar. Dean's right, it doesn't hurt at all, it does feel, nice, "Thank you." I say,
"You're welcome." Vil says as she stands up straight again.
Dean's POV
Oh I just remembered, I clear my throat,
"Um, Vilda, I, believe these belong to you." I say and hold out her knives, I can't help but smile softly when I see her eyes widen with relief and soften at the sight of them,
"You, you kept them safe for me? Th-thank you." She replies gratefully and takes them into her hands gently as though they were the most delicate thing ever and slides them gently in her boots, one on each side,
"Did you, end up ganking him?" I ask, she nods, "Well job done, we all survived, that calls for celebration right?" I say trying not to sound obvious to what I'm hinting. Sam just chuckles shaking his head, damn it!
"Alright, we can go to the bar tonight." He says knowingly,
"I never asked." I say in mock hurt,
"You were thinking it." Sam and Vil say in sinc, I have a look of 'damn it!' Then I look at Vil like, 'this will also be your official welcome to the team'. She chuckles looking from Sam to me, maybe, having her tag along for the ride won't do be bad after all.
Later on, Sam Vil and I are sitting at a table at the bar and we thank the bartender as he hands us a beer each,
"Cheers, to Quanrus's defeat." Vil proposes, Sam and I nod in agreement, we clink our beers together then take a swig, even Sam's happy to drink to the son of a bitch's death, he usually doesn't do that, I guess that goes to show how evil that guy was, the only regret I have is not being the one to gank him myself, but, this really was Vilda's kill from the start, I mean, the dude is the reason she's the last of her kind, and he did want her dead but, not immediately, he wanted to make an example of it. He was probably going to do the same to her what he did to us, if not, worse. But everything's all good, Vil's alive, Sammy's alright, I'm good.
"Oh um, Dean, by the way, Vil's going to help get me off the demon blood, you're right, it has gone to far, but. What if, I could, get off it, then make it so I can control myself, I mean, getting off it won't be easy, I mean, the way I exorcise demons, the vic, they survive Dean the knife kills the person, my way, it's saving lives, and how close really are we going to get to Lillith with the knife." Sam explains, damn it Sammy! It was all good sounding then you ruin it, no! He needs to get off this stuff full stop! How far from normal he is on that stuff. So what, you find out that you have demon blood in you, you freak and go on about how dirty you feel, now ingest the stuff willingly!? Not to mention there's a demon involved, I mean, haven't we had ENOUGH experience to know we can't trust demons. Oh ok sure, she saved Sam and help him with his drinking problem, honestly, I'd rather he have an alcohol problem, at least I'd be able to help him with that, and that's easier to fix then demon blood. But Vil's helping him get off the stuff? YES, thank GOD, maybe I could convince her to get him of it for good. I look at Vil like 'thank you so much!' and nod to Sam,
"I'd prefer if you got of the stuff full stop, it's not good for you man, I mean, you're exorcising and killing demons, with your mind, that's not even our normal Sammy, I mean, wouldn't it be kinder using the knife that kills the person they possessing as well, the stuff they'd of seen, nobody likes living with that burden." I point out.
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An Unlikely Supernatural Relationship
FanfictionVilda Tepes is wasting away in her cave until a strange hunter comes along and saves her, Sam takes her with him wanting to protect her as she is the lasts of the E.Vs. Dean isn't to fond of her at first, will that change as Vilda comes across an o...
