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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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.

Dean was quiet for a moment, before glancing down at his watch, then starting to look around. "Got anything to eat?" Because God only knew he wasn't going out and leaving Sam alone with her when he was out cold.

"Popcorn, microwave mac and cheese, think I got some beef jerky in there."

It was all food the woman carried in her bag and the demon hadn't touched.

"Awesome," Dean said with a nod, before going for the mac and cheese. "Does the microwave work?"

"What do I look like, quality inspector? Check and see."

Dean shrugged it off, before heading over and starting to fix the food.

"Think we oughtta wake Sam up soon? Start gettin' everything ready? Sooner we get this done, sooner I'm outta here."

Which wasn't exactly the truth, but the sooner the vampires were out of the way, the sooner she could get to her real reason for being there.

Dean glanced at his watch. "Eh, let him sleep for a little while longer. He's been having it rough lately."

She shrugged, trying not to let on how much that piqued her curiosity. "Haven't we all?"

"Yeah, but I like to let him sleep when I can." Dean said, giving her a pointed look. Dean took care of his brother, whether she believed it or not.

Naamah held up her hands. "Whatever. Your business, not mine."

"Exactly," Dean snapped back before turning back and focusing on the microwave again.

"Pretty touchy for someone that just agreed with you. Sounds like you're tryin' to convince yourself more than me."

"I'm 'touchy' because I'm sick of you sticking your nose into something you don't know jack about," Dean said with a bit more of a glare. "It's stupid bullshit like this that pisses me off about you. As much as you like to think you do, you don't know anything about us."

"Wow, issues much?" She couldn't help the amusement this was bringing her. "All I asked was if you wanted to wake him up to get ready. Love how you turned it into a Dr. Phil episode, killer. Might want to see someone about that."

Dean's head tilted to the side slightly at that, before turning around to face her, arms crossed in front of his chest. "Are you kidding me? Ever since we've met you've been ragging on me for not taking care of Sam the way you think I should. You telling me that this wasn't just another piece to add on to the pile?"

He then shook his head. "And that whole comment about seeing someone? Pot, this is kettle. You're black."

"You know what they say about people that assume, don't you? 'Cos you totally just assumed that whole thing there."

She picked at the cuticle of her thumb wondering how it was, so fresh after a manicure, these nails could already look terrible.

"Been there, shrinked that. Didn't help."

"Yeah. Sure I did."

The microwave beeped behind him, but Dean didn't move, still trying to figure her out. He knew in his gut that there was something up about her, but he didn't know what it was yet. And he'd be damned if he didn't figure it out.

"Think you should maybe try again."

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