Hey guys!
This is the very first thing I'm publishing on my account. It's a small part of the first chapter of the story I'm writing. The other chapters will most likely not be broken up like this, and they'll be a lot longer too.
I've mostly gotten the idea for Victoria from s3/4 and beyond, but I wanted her to have been with the boys from the beginning instead of just throwing her into the mix at a random point in the story.

It's not perfect, I know I'm not the best writer, but I hope you give it a chance!

Also, the rating will definitely change for later chapters...because of reasons... *wink, wink*

"Dean," I said, reaching to lower the volume of the loud rock music that was filling the Impala. I usually didn't mind it, but there was something I had to say. He shot me an annoyed look, huffing as he stared back at the road.

I rolled my eyes, letting out a breath of frustration. "Dean, this is a horrible idea. We should just leave Sam alone."

"No. He needs to be involved." He muttered, turning the volume back up.

I quickly turned it back down, our game of cat and mouse clearly in full swing. "No. He doesn't. We can handle it, Dean."

"No." He paused, glancing over at me. "He needs to know." He turned the volume up even louder than before, smirking at me. "Touch this again and I'll kiss you to death, Cherry Pie."

I pursed my lips, taking that as a challenge and reaching for the dial again. He quickly grabbed my wrist, giving me puppy dog eyes. "Babe, seriously? I love this song."

I shook my head, leaning back in the seat as he started singing loudly – and very off key, I might add – while drumming his hands on the steering wheel. I just smiled. I couldn't stay mad at him for very long, and he knew it.

I stared out the window, watching as the bright green trees passed us by as I played with the pendant hanging around my neck. I couldn't help but think about Sam. We haven't really seen him in years, and I just don't think it's right to drag him back into something he tried so hard to get away from for long. It wasn't fair. But Dean wouldn't budge, and I couldn't make him change his mind on this one. That much I knew.

Not long after, we had arrived at Sam's apartment. Dean glanced up at the big building, a disgusted look on his face.

"What?" I asked, watching him sneer at the poor building.

"Can you actually believe that Sam's in there?" He asked, glancing down at me with a sad look in his eyes. Even though he wasn't always so forthcoming with his feelings, he missed his brother, I knew that for a fact.

"Are you excited to see him?" I asked with a small smile, reaching over to flatten the collar on his jacket. Dean stared up at the building with a sigh before looking back at me. The sadness in his eyes was gone – replaced with absolute joy. He nodded excitedly, jumping out of the car. I shook my head, a smile on my face. He was acting like a little kid.

God, I loved seeing him happy.

I got out of the car, following him up to the building. "And how do you supposed we get in there?"

He raised an eyebrow, pointing at huge hunk of metal hanging off the building. "Fire escape."

My eyes went wide as I stared at it. "We are not climbing up that thing, Dean. It's a death trap!" He shook his head, walking over to the piece of metal. I grabbed his arm, quickly pulling him back to me.

"Why don't we just go up that way?" I asked, pointing to the big doors in front of the building. "You know, like normal people."

"Because, babe...we can't just waltz in through the front door at one-thirty at night." He said with a smirk.

"But breaking in through his window, possibly giving him a heart attack in the process, is perfectly fine?" I asked, folding my arms.

"Hell yeah." He shrugged heading for the fire escape again. As soon as he hopped up on the ladder, there was a loud creak as the metal shook under his weight. He stilled for a second until it stopped making those awful noises and glanced back at me. "You can stay in the car, if you want."

I looked around, an unsettling feeling washing over me as I stared into the darkness. I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that someone was watching me.

"No, I'm coming." I said, making my way over to him. "You ass." I mumbled.

"Huh?" He asked, not hearing me.

"Nothing. Just go!" I said, pushing on his backside.

"Whoa! Hey babe, if you wanted to get frisky all you had to do was tell me" He wagged his eyebrows at me, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Can you think about anything other than sex for five minutes?"

"Me? You're the one grabbing at my ass, here."

"So help me- Dean, move!" I snapped, gritting my teeth.

He rose an eyebrow, holding a hand out in surrender. "Alright, alright..."

Dean shook his head, muttering something about my short temper, before finally starting up the ladder. I watched as he made his way to the platform, peaking over the edge at me. Cautiously, I climbed up the ladder, trying to ignore the constant squeaking underneath me. Dean had his hand out, waiting to grab mine and pull me up.

It felt like forever and I thought I'd fall to my death a few times, but we eventually made it up to Sam's room in one piece.

"You're sure this is him?" I asked, getting nervous. A sudden chill ran down my spine as I nervously glanced behind us. I usually never felt this paranoid, and it made me a little unsettled.

He sighed. "Yes, Tor."

"Really sure?"

Dean glanced back at me, rolling his eyes while trying to unlock the window. "Yes, Tori."

"Because if it's not him and it ends up being some random dude, I'm bailing on your ass and leaving you in there to fend for yourself." I said stubbornly, crossing my arms. Dean stood up, turning away from the window with a pout on his lips.

"Would you really leave me?" He asked, sounding hurt.

I looked him dead in the eyes, an eyebrow raised as I put on my poker face. "Yes."

He bent down, placing a quick kiss on my lips, grinning as he pulled back with a knowing look on his face. "Liar."

I huffed, trying to hide my smile as he went back to the window. A few moments later, he successfully unlocked and pried it open. Climbing in, he loudly planted his feet on the floor, then reached his hand back out to me. I stayed still outside, not moving into the apartment.

I started nervously biting on my lip, peering into the dark room. We hadn't seen Sam in such a long time and now we were breaking into his home like it was no big deal...it just felt wrong.

"Come on, Cherry Pie. We don't have all night!" Dean whispered. I let out a small squeak as he suddenly grabbed my waist, pulling me inside. My feet hit the floor with a loud bang as I pushed out of his arms. I shot him a pissed look for manhandling me like that, punching his shoulder.

"Ow!" He whispered loudly, shaking his head as he rubbed the spot I'd hit. I watched on as he started walking around, moving into the next room. I just stayed by the window, not wanting to move from the spot I was in.

I can't see this ending well.