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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The "music" (incessant noise) that signaled a call erupted from the Slayer's cell phone (convenient thing if not utterly annoying), and Naamah looked at the screen. Two letters flashed prominently on the caller ID, two letters that brought a large grin to her borrowed face.

"Hey, Sam. What's shakin'?"

Rubbing the back of his neck, Sam paced away from Dean towards a corner of the room. "I was wondering if you might be in the Arkansas area. Dean and I have run into a bit of a vampire problem and, well, we could use some expert backup."

Vampires. Of all things, it would be vampires that got her what she wanted.

"Where are you exactly?"

He listed off the name of the motel in Arkansas. "How long do you think it would take you to get here?"

"Four hours, give or take. Depends on how many speed limits I break between here and there."

If she hadn't needed this body, it would take even less time than that.

"Call my cell when you get here then. And.. Faith."

He took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder at his brother. "Thanks."

"Will do." She grinned, fighting back the laugh. "Anytime, Sam. Anytime."

It hadn't taken long for her to pack the meager belongings that comprised the Slayer's wardrobe. Naamah herself had made sure to go shopping shortly after inhabiting this body, and only brought out the items she'd inherited with it when it came down to the sake of appearances. She'd discarded the designer jeans in favor of Faith's leather pants, the one item she didn't find completely intolerable, and one of the utterly tasteless tank tops the woman seemed to favor.

True to her estimate, Naamah was there within the four hours stated (three and a half to be technical) and once again called the younger Winchester.

Sam had fallen asleep against the wall with the cell phone in his lap. Which started to vibrate as the call came in. Which made him jump and scramble for it while ignoring the look from Dean.

"Faith?"

"The one and only. I got a room. Meet me here?" She couldn't risk going to them. They were smart, and were sure to have wherever they were staying warded against demonic entry.

"It'd be better if you come here. We've got the place locked down to keep the vampires from finding us at the moment."

"You sure about that? I'm guessin' they aren't stupid if you actually called me for help."

"It's worked before. What room are you in?"

He managed to push the mattress aside enough to be able to look out over the parking lot.

"Second floor, room 201. Aerial advantage and plenty of crossbow bolts. Grabbed some dead man's blood on the way in." Or killed a man before she'd gotten the call. What was a little detail though?

"Hold on a sec."

Sam put his hand over the phone and looked at his brother. "Faith's got the room above us and says to join her up there.."

Dean grumbled slightly, before pushing himself to his feet and nodding. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go."

"Alright Faith, we'll be right up. Give us a few minutes."

With that, he hung up the phone and grabbed the supplies that they had and started to shove them back into the duffel bag.

Dean started to hep him pack up as well, grabbing his things together and heading towards the door.

They were upstairs in two minutes, and Sam carefully knocked on the door while looking down the hallways. "Faith, it's us. Open up."

It wasn't as if she were worried about anyone else that might come calling, opening the door to let the two brothers in.

"Hiya, boys. What's the sitch?"

"Vamps," Dean said as he moved past her. "What else?"

Sam followed behind him, taking a quick look around. "We need to get a gameplan going and deal with them before tomorrow night. We know where their nest is, so we should be able to get them tomorrow during the day."

"How many are we talkin' here?" She could honestly care less about vampires when she had both Winchesters standing within her reach. It was a shame they were so agitated though. It would make it harder to effectively accomplish her goals while they were both on guard. For that reason, if none other, she was anxious to go ahead and eliminate the threat these vampires posed. They were the cockroaches of the demonic hierarchy, annoying pests Naamah would use as a warm up before making her own move.

"Between ten and fifteen. Not a whole lot, but just enough to make things interest."

[I fail. My apologies.]

"Probably would be better if we just strike hard and fast in the morning so they don't have time to adjust to you joining our team."

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