Bloodlust: Remastered
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spnthemasqueradeTo 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.
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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Date: 2014-12-04 04:07 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2014-12-04 04:10 am (UTC)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...
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Date: 2014-12-04 05:01 am (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2014-12-04 05:04 am (UTC)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."