likely_evil | Sammy the Vampire Slayer [rp for hasperkynipples and <lj site="li

ooc: it's a canon verse, but this is going to take place AFTER tonight's episode timeline wise.

Sam had learned a few years ago that when Dean was having emotional issues, he hunted vampires. Vampires let him get out all that pent-up aggression that he could release while hacking the head off something that was attacking him.

No need to save a possessed person inside. The vampire knew what they were doing (most times) and were hurting humans (ALMOST all the time), so there was no guilt in those kinds of hunts. Just pure violence.

Though Sam had to admit they had gotten a bit over their heads on this one. And once the clan had gotten the scent of the Winchesters...

They were squatting right now, similar to what they had done when Gordon had turned into a vampire. They had counted the numbers of this group and realized that there were too many for just the two of them. Bobby was out of the picture, and Cas was off finding God, so they didn't have many other options.

After a quick argument, Sam picked up the cellphone and dialed Faith and hoped that she wasn't that far away.

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"Or you could just send me in by myself. That'd be unexpected."

"Hey, these things tried to eat me," Dean said with a bit of a snap. "I'm not letting you have all the fun."

Sam shook his head. "Well, whatever we do, we're all going to need some rest. If you two want to argue about who gets to fight what, I'm going to sleep."

It would have taken her less time to go in and deal with the things herself than it would if she had to drag these two along. Though if Dean happened to die in the process it would be one less thing for her to do. Naamah smiled through Faith's lips and held her hands up in mock defeat. "Just an offer, killer. Don't gotta get your panties in a bunch."

Dean watched her carefully for a moment. Not the snark back he was quite expecting, but he'd take it for the moment. "Whatever."

Truth was, he was itching for a fight where he could kill something, but that was a whole other story.

Sam just ignored them and found the bed furthest from the door and curled up in it.

"Wake me when it's my shift."

Naamah looked to Dean. "You can sleep if you need to. I'm still good for a while."

"Thanks," Dean said with a nod, before taking the other bed. It was more of a doze than actual sleep as far as he was concerned. She even so much as moved wrong and Dean would be all over her in two seconds.

Sam? Dead to the world and snoring.

Naamah for her part was bored and set about filing her nails. Once those were done she began sharpening blades. The waiting was tedious and highly unnecessary.

Dean only needed a few hours before he was up again, rubbing at his eyes slightly and glancing around for the clock.

" ... time's it?"

Totally not waking up until someone forced him to.

"Little after three. Still got a couple of hours."

She sat twirling one of the blades idly.

Dean kept his eye on the blades, before giving a bit of a sigh. "Yeah, well, I'm too antsy to sleep."

"Can't imagine why." It was just a tiny bit of sarcasm, something that was a commonplace occurrence between her host and the man laying in the bed. Human relationships would never make any sense to her.

"Possible impending death sometimes does that to a guy," Dean fired back, rubbing the back of his neck lightly.

"Grow a pair, Winchester. Way of the world."

"Hey, I never said I was scared," Dean snorted. "I've been doin' this way longer than you have, sweetheart, so don't start lecturing to me about the ways of the world."

"Whatever you say, cupcake. Betcha if I was in that bed, I'd be sleepin' like a baby." The Slayer was railing in the back of her mind against Naamah's control even though she didn't have any fond feelings towards Dean. She wondered what the other woman would feel when she watched her own hands slicing him into ribbons.

He snorted slightly at that, before shaking his head. "Guess we'll never know, will we?"

Because yeah, she was hot, but he definitely wasn't going there with her. Not anytime soon. Something about this didn't feel right, which was probably the other half of the reason why he wasn't sleeping. The 'Stay awake to protect Sam' instinct was raging in his head, and he just sat back against the headboard, watching Faith carefully.

She raised an eyebrow. "What, I don't get a turn to sleep? Breakin' my heart, killer."

His eyes were steadily watching her and it was starting to get annoying. "Take a picture, Dean-o. It'll last longer."

Dean held up his hands before getting up off the bed, gesturing for her to take the bed. "Hey, all you had to do was say so. Go for it."

"Joke. I'm good."

She really didn't want to risk him doing something like laying down salt or a devil's trap.

Which he totally would have. In fact, he wasn't sure why Faith hadn't, but he would leave that alone for the time being. He settled back against the headboard again, continuing to keep a close eye on her for a moment, before glancing out towards the window.

It wasn't something the Slayer usually did. She was deluded enough in her abilities to think it wouldn't be a problem. She'd been wrong of course, but Naamah would always use the remark should the question arise.