Outside Harvelle's Roadhouse

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When Vien broke up the kiss, she looked by the door and saw Ellen going back and Sam looking really worried and a little bit embarrassed.

She sensed Dean's doe eyes staring at her with the dumbest look she saw in his life.

"Uh... thanks?"

"Don't mention it honey." She scanned the surroundings before she drag him at the back of the shed.

"Now, before we talk please, let me say this to you." She held a hand in front of his face.

"You bloody fucking idiot."

Dean didn't know how to respond after being kissed and insulted in matter of seconds.

"I-I" he widened his eyes. "Why?!" was all he could say.

"First, Ellen doesn't know about Sam's er..." she cringed slightly. "Situation." Dean looked alarmed and slowly crept up to his back to reach to his gun, but Vien saw it and slapped his hand.

"TALK BEFORE SHOOT. Don't you know anything you pea brain." She glared at him.

"Second, you could have slightly, just a little bit careful with your actions?"

"And third, I didn't kissed you because I wanted to, It's a way to wipe your ass. What if Ellen started doubting? She's a damn good hunter Dean! She can put it together faster than you can say, I'm big dumb baby. Just explain it to Sam afterwards."

Dean still stared at her with a slight frightened look for a while before she shouted again at him.

"WELL?! TALK?! I'm assuming this is about Sam."

"Yes, um. He's-" he looked at her with raised eyebrows. "How did you know about our names and Sam's uh... situation?"

"Dear, I take it John told you something like." She cleared here throat. "Son, look for Vien. The wisest, gorgeous hunter that will help you about Sam's case." She tried her best to imitate John's raspy voice.

"He might have said something like that except for the gorgeous, wisest and even the hunter part. Okay," he shifted his position. "How did you know my father?"

She pursed her lips. "We ran to each other from time to time. Next question please."

"What can you do about Sam?" he sounded sure, commanding but he's wrinkled forehead and worried eyes gave him away.

"I only know what John knows, but I think I can dig more about it."

He held a gun to her face. "Sorry, can't trust you yet." He then without warning sprayed Holy water to her face.

She spit the excess water. "Not a demon." She knitted her forehead. "You're really stupid are you? You think John would lead you to a demon?"

He looked quite thoughtful before speaking in a very angry tone. "Sorry my mother told me not talk to strangers." He still held the gun in front of her face.

Tired of all this bullshits Winchesters. She turned her heel away from him and started walking towards her motorcycle.

"Suite yourself."

She drove off while Dean glared at her from the roadhouse. He didn't think that he'll be kissed and at the same time insulted in four different words with the same meaning, She might have helped or not, but he's tired of trusting then getting betrayed then saving Sam's ass because of him trusting others. He can't risk Sam, not Sam.

"There are too many Winchesters on the ground, I'm not gonna put my brother down there too." He silently said to himself.


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