Bloodlust: Remastered

[dust_of_life]

To say that the last week or two had been stressful was more or less of the equivalent of calling the Titanic a minor mishap. Getting Sam back had been a dream come true. Getting a side of Dean? That was a little bit more complicated.

After a few whispered conversations, Fatima and Sam agreed that they needed to wait to tell Dean about Zelien and Haven. And that they were sleeping together. Fatima was pretty sure Dean was suspecting the latter. She didn't know what to do or say about the former. Given how hard it had been to convince Sam, who had been there, she wasn't sure anything would sell Dean. Short of his brother's word.

That was problematic right now, since Sam had been missing for twelve hours. As much as Fatima tried to reassure herself that he was a big bad demon hunter who could take care of himself, her old biases about anything involving vampires left her feeling queasy and anxious. For a very long time, she found herself sitting in the hotel room, staring at her phone and willing Sam to call. He was an hour late to check in. Then two hours. Then three.

And then she couldn't sit still any more.

Fatima let herself into the boys' room. Sam had begun to explain this world's lore about vampires to her and she didn't have the right supplies. She thought she would check their weapon cache. But then something else caught her attention. Sitting on the nightstand, beside Dean's bed (she assumed it was Dean's since it was unmade), she saw the journal Sam usually consulted. She'd never gotten a proper look at it, but knew it contained a lot of information about the supernatural, in this world.

An answer?

Well, it was possible.

Uncertainly, she walked over and picked it up, flipping it open to a page at random.

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[dust_of_life]

She grabbed the side of the car, bracing herself against the sudden acceleration. It made sense that Dean was a maniac driver. She'd known enough of them to know about the impulse control issues.

Then again, she supposed, she might be doing the same thing if she were the one at the helm.

It was Sam.

"There are vampires in town," she said, swallowing hard. "Sam disappeared. We find the vampires, we find Sam."

[travelon]

He didn't even bother with waiting for traffic signals--it was a small town, anyway, actual traffic itself was more scarce than the vampires. But once they arrived at the field, Dean was ready to hop out, barely even turning off the ignition.

[dust_of_life]

Fatima pulled her boots on, eyes never leaving the level of the dash as she scanned their surroundings. As a self-professed city girl, she wasn't much for hanging around with cows. Or any animals larger than, say, a cat. But she could definitely see how this location would be a prime target for vampires.

It was actually kinda surprising it hadn't been hit yet.

"Okay," she said, running her tongue along the tops of her teeth. "If a vampire hits this place, they'd do it approaching from an angle that avoids windows where human beings might be looking." She glanced at the surrounding buildings, before finding a dark path, cutting between them. "There," she said, pointing forward.

[travelon]

He didn't like the idea of taking orders from her, least of all suggestions, but he bit his tongue despite himself. Had to get supplies first.

"So, what, vampires your thing or something?" Sam didn't really say much about it. He popped open the trunk, pulling a machete off the rack and pocked a few vials of dead man's blood.

[dust_of_life]

She leaned back in the seat of the car for a moment, after Dean got out, taking a deep breath. It was beginning to feel a little bit like destiny. That she and Dean would never be able to get along, that the only common ground they would ever have was Sam. But that was no small amount of common ground, she supposed. And certainly something worth fighting for.

Shaking her head slightly, she got out of the car, walking around to the trunk just in time to hear his question. "Yeah," she said, reaching in to help herself to a hunting knife. She preferred stakes, but they apparently didn't work so well. "Vampires are my thing. But where I come from? They're way more organized and complicated than here."

She tested the balance of the knife, flipping and catching it a few times. Not great, but it would do. Anyway, she was sort of hoping she wouldn't have to use it.

[travelon]

He eyed her up and down, not really taking her for anyone that seemed like a hunter at first glance, but maybe that was the point. "Monsters are monsters," he said as he slammed the lid of the trunk. "S'long as they die, don't care where they come from."

Sometimes it was easier when life was simple. Dean tucked the blood in his pocket, but kept the machete handy. "So dark and creepy crevices, huh?" he asked, nodding towards the darkened path. "Couldn't get anymore stereotypical?"

[dust_of_life]

Fatima bristled a little bit. Monsters weren't monsters. It was a lesson she'd learned very much the hard way.

And one she'd failed to teach time and time again.

"Not crevices," she said. "They're not lurking. They're gonna want to get to the cattle without being seen. In. Out. No trouble." She bit the inside of her cheek again, eyes scanning the darkness for alternative routes. "I just want to know where 'out' is..."

They had to have a haven. You didn't just kill a cow, drain it, and drink it all in one sitting. It had to be stored somewhere...

[travelon]

In and out, huh. Dean was dubious, casting a glance her way as they moved towards the path. He was following her train of thought without realizing it.

"So, you're saying they've got a stash of cows before they go through the trouble of droppin' off the bodies back to the field?"

[dust_of_life]

"I think they have a stash of blood," she replied. "I think they're feeding off of the cows instead of people. It's the smartest thing a vampire could possibly do."

And, you know, a humane thing. But she wasn't going to get up on that soap box with Dean just yet.

"I'd like to know where they're keeping it."