#(vamps feel pain too y'know)

[josephslittledeputy]

Celeste & Gabriel, the best worsties/the worst besties

Tagged by the lovely @marivenah and @detectivelokis to do this picrew, thank you! :)

Tagging @clicheantagonist​ and @purplehairsecretlair​ if y’all want!

[yaksha-lover]

This might get a bit long, but I'll try to simplify everything, so sorry for that. Also, English is not my first language!!

Talking about specifically type-1 diabete: it's essentially an autoimmune disease where the pancreas is completely destroyed by your own organism. The pancreas creates the insulin hormone, that regulates the presence of sugar in the blood- which means that diabete is a disability characterized by very high level of sugar in the blood.

The level of sugar in a diabetic's blood is very unstable, unlike a non-diabetic person, since it can't regulate by itself: there can be low sugar, which means that there is not enough sugar in your blood- it is a very unpleasant feeling, and a few of the tells that one might have low sugar are, for example (and they can all vary in severity) general weakness, mental fog, general confusion, difficulty in talking, difficulty in moving, shaking, palpitations, death and anxiety. For some reason. When someone loses blood their sugar starts to drop- this is isn't as much of a problem in a non-diabetic person as it would be in a diabetic person, obviously, especially since our sugar level naturally drops faster and more severly than a non-diabetic person. Do deal with low-sugar you gotta eat, especially sugary things.

There is also high sugar level, which means that that the sugar in our blood is above the average. This means that a diabetic's blood is also sweet, which. Lol. Generally speaking, the symptoms are similar to those of low-sugar, with an added thirst that just doesn't go away no metter how much you drink. To deal with it you need to use insulin- depending on how high it is, if it's not by much, a bit of physical exercise will help you and you won't need insulin. Because physical extersion make your sugar drop.

Low-sugar and high-sugar also cause sudden (possibly severe) changes in one's emotion, and a person emotion can also have an effect of their sugarl level.

A diabetic person needs insulin, and it can be used trough either an insulin pump or a syringe (that we call insulin pen), but there also different types of insulin that a diabetic person needs to take. A T1 specifically, since they are insulin-dependent, also shouldn't go too many hours without insulin. We also need to check our sugar multiple times a day, for which we have devices.

Diabete also effects your health in general, also in the long run. It can bring to heart problems, kidneys (if I remember correctly) problems, vision problems and so on- usually we start to take different type of medicine to protect ourselves long before these problems start to manifest themselves.

So like, I'm going to assume that Lilia is going to get a diabetic MC the medical equipment that they need...unless like. They want to get rid of them??? Which would be an incredibly unkind and horrible/painful/slow way to take out a diabetic person, let me tell you that. But also??? Diabetic people do have to do certain blood exams yearly (to check, you know, if you are not dying even faster than what you are supposed to as a diabetic), which I guess can be taken without actually having to go to a doctor directly. But also, we do have to AT LEAST once in a while (teorically speaking, once every eight months, but let's be real, no one actually does that) meet with our specific diabetologist to discuss whether we should change insulin, the amount, whether we should start taking this type of medicine, stop taking this etc etc. Would Lilia allow the visit? Would he switch our primary diabetologist to a doctor that he trust?😭 Because the bureaucracy of it would be such a pain in the ass😭😭

But also, yeah, sorry for how long it was, but I was curious! Especially since. Y'know. Vampires like blood and all. How would they react?

First of all, thanks sm for taking the time to write all this it was very detailed and helpful!! I knew the basics but I wasn’t sure about the details so it was very informative :)

In terms of vamp au, Lilia would def get MC anything they needed for their health and allow doctor visits for sure, he’d probably just want to accompany you (which is partially out of concern!). Lilia does feel badly about keeping MC at the mansion against their will, so he would go to any length to make sure they stay safe and as healthy as possible.

The other vampires would definitely be much more careful around MC, refusing to ever do anything that would put them in danger like trying to take their blood (even if they would enjoy the taste, that would never take priority). Even if MC was dating one of them, they would still refuse. They def keep snacks for diabetic!MC around too, in case they have low-sugar at any moment. Lilia would ensure everyone treated MC well because he considers them his guest and under his protection.

[harveywritings92]

BNHA Vampire soulmate au: they feed off you for the first time.

They explain to you how blood tastes to them and enjoy a meal... 

Tw: Blood drinking, heavy petting

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Hawks: It's been a year you and Keigo seem to be together, you've been talking about moving in together anywho, You got a paper cut and Keigo who was crashing at your placed smelled it from your living room, he nearly gave you a heart attack when you turned around to see him standing behind you, his gold eyes had red tinge as he eyed your finger like a like man who hasn't eaten in a week. "Ey, there I thought you've already had enough to drink today?" you were referring to the black and red sports bottle he'd brought with him. "I did, It's just- You have no Idea how hard I've been holding back, your blood it does something to me..." Keigo husked eyes locked on the crimson nectar dripping down your hand he was salivating and swallowed hard. "My blood...does it smell good?" you asked timidly.

The blond snapped out of his trance. "Petal, you smell like ripe strawberries and chocolate to me..." Keigo has already told you how smoker's blood smells and taste to him, well you now you were curious about non-smokers, and asked if blood type also has an effect on the blood's flavor? the winged vamp was happy to answer! 

Smokers: Charcoal/moldy bread.

Drunks: depends on how drunk they are, it's somewhere between hard soda and hard wine or liquor.

Drug users: no idea, he says they smell like rotten eggs, and he's seen how loopy other vamps act after feeding on them and stays clear of them.

Sick/injured: He stays away from sick people but they smell like a cross between a hospital or a funeral home.

Virgins: sweet/tart like fruit-punch.

regular folks: like Sangria the fruitiness is still there but it's mixed with bitter wine . 

"Blood types don't really change up the flavors, but I've noticed type As have a spice to them, Bs start off sour, and type Os are pretty mellow." You hummed very intrigued at what you were hearing then, noticed Keigo was still eyeing your finger, like a starved animal, you looked down at the cut then back Keigo and noticed his wings were tense and he was clenching his jaw, after some thought you sighed you held your hand out to him. "Go head before your jaw breaks" His wings bristled. "I'm not some desperate leech y'know." he huffed you shrugged and went to went to put a band-aid on, but Keigo stopped you.

"Let's not be hasty here..."  He stammered out at you cocked a brow at him. "Yer really giving me mixed signals here." you huffed did he want your blood or not? " Um... Are you sure about this?" he said blush adoring his cheeks. "I'm just letting you suck my finger...Why are you acting like I just asked you to pop my cherry?" Keigo's face was as red as a cherry as you said this. "Because you essenually are..." He explained the big difference between mates and prey, on instinct he wouldn't give a crap about some rando he picked up off the street or whatever mystery pack the commission gives him, but you... 

You're his soulmate, his fated one... and right now your pretty much telling him to make you his! He's not gonna stop at your finger, once he's had a taste he's going for your neck! And once he bites you that's it, you have his mark forever, You paused absorbing what the blond male just told you...Well, he hardly leaves you alone already might as well go all in? "Do it." Hawks's eyes were red now. "Come" he hissed sitting across from you and gesturing to sit in his lap.

You complied and watched Keigo warily as he brought your finger to his mouth, immediately you felt a shock go through you the second Keigo's tongue started lapping at the cut, he moaned tasting your blood for the first time. He was right you tasted every bit as sweet as he thought you would...*more...more...* his monster groaned euphorically he felt the cut on your finger close from his saliva's healing properties.

Keigo's eyes drifted towards your neck, You gasp feeling his grip on your hand tighten before his free hand found it's way behind your head, you tensed seeing Keigo's fangs elongate but before he could pierce your neck he smelled your distress.

His rough hold on you suddenly slacked and his hands lowered to your hips his thumbs gently rubbed you sides as he left little kisses and nip along your jaw before you calmed down enough to trust Hawks wasn't gonna tear your throat out. "Just relax." he cooed kissing you neck a couple more times like a countdown. one...two... three! 

You tried not to scream as you felt his fangs pierce your neck, your fingers gripped his jacket as you felt yourself be drained... then like a switch had been slowly tuned the pain tuned into pleasure? moans started sneaking their out from your mouth which confused you, the blond vampire groaned in ecstasy at how rich your blood tasted with lust mixed in he buck his hips against you, after what seemed like hours Keigo's fangs finally retracted from your flesh and lap at the two holes he left on your neck, they sealed as you whimpered weakly Keigo just shushed and you. "It's alright kid, you did good" he cooed kissing your head as you started drifting out of consciousness.   

When you woke up your head was pounding like a bad hangover Keigo was cradling you in his lap looking relieved and sheepish, he explained he went a little overboard with his drinking and venom dosing and you got drunk on him and passed out! you must've looked panicked cos Keigo assured you were completely fine, the venom isn't lethal... (To you anyways, one of the benefits of being a vampire's soulmate.) Though you might be a bit feverish and cranky for the next couple days.  

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Dabi: You were on your period so yes Dabi's self restraint was breaking! you had no fucking idea what you blood was doing to him you smelled like a 5 star meal and all he could do was sit and drown in his own drool and watch you, like a hawk as you moaned and groaned about  cramps and ruining your pajama shorts when you woke up this morning! a low growl escaped the faux raven haired vamp when he saw you toss out a bag with said aforementioned shorts, it took every nerve in him not to run after the garbage truck like a starved dog! before something you said snapped him out of his trance. "hn...What ya say?" he looked at you drinking his third pack of cow's blood.

"I asked if my blood smells good and what does it taste like?"

"I wouldn't know haven't tasted yours yet..."

"Well, what about anyone else's?" 

"Why are you suddenly interested?"

You huffed "Sorry for wanting to know you..." and were about to tell him to forget it, when the the undead cremator spoke up. "Mocha mixed wit' something spicy like cinnamon or rum" he muttered not looking at you. Of course you cocked a brow now intrigued, now that that was out of the bag he might as well tell ya the rest. 

Smokers: burnt rubber/earwax (eh, everyone was a kid once, had to know what that gunky crap in your ear tasted like.)

Drunks: Depends on how much they've drank, it could between hard water to straight up red wine.

Drug users: the one time he fed on one he thought they were just a pothead, but in turned out they had ate a few shrooms which made them kinda taste like... orange juice and black liquorice?... Honestly he can't give a straight answer, as he was too busy trippin out on another plain of existence to remember.  

Sick/injured: doesn't feed off the sick, but they smell like a hospital or a morgue.

Virgins: like apples and honey

Regular folks: they taste like Apple cider. 

Animal blood: kinda tastes like artificial cherry cough syrup, and he hates it!

"Then why do you drink it?" you gulped seeing his cerulean eyes flash red for a brief second as he locked eyes with you. "Why?...*growl* your standing in front of me smelling like a walking buffet and you have to gall ask me why I drinking this crap?!" he snapped crushing the blood pack in his hand as you started backing away, you were nervous that only fueled Dabi's sadistic side you learned early that he enjoyed agitating you via flashing his fangs, popping behind you out of seemingly nowhere, and faking you out.

I.E. making it seem like he was gonna bite you then blow air in your ears before walking away laughing at your reaction, something about putting you on edge and having your adrenaline pumping through your veins adds more "spice" to your scent, it happens so often that Dabi started noticing arousal was mixing in with your fear, you bet your ass he started mocking you for getting off on him scaring you. 

Of course right now you weren't sure if he was seriously mad, or making fun of you again? He was not making fun of you again he was seriously pissed off, The nerve of you walking around asking him about useless crap, and offering him nothing in return! Dabi had you backed against a wall face buried in your shoulder you felt him sniffing you and flinched you felt him nipping along your neck, and like all the other times he's riled you he smelled that that little speck of arousal through the fear. 

He let out a low chuckle causing you to to become fed up, you though he was screwing with you again! "Goddamm-.hm!" You were cut off by sharp yelp as Dabi's fang suddenly pierced your neck! oh god it hurt! you whimpered tried shoving Dabi off! he groaned pushing your back against the wall, suddenly your body felt weird... you moaned it was hot and and everything felt sensitive...

You barely registered Dabi lifting your legs up you instinctively wrapped them around his hips, he let out a low purr and his demeanor became less angry and forceful, his shoulders relaxed as his hands gently rubbed your legs, after what seemed like hours Dabi finally pulled away from your neck lapping at the pin holes he left on, he checked on you only to find you passed out his eye had a rare tenderness to them as he eyed your flushed appearance. "Well aren't you high maintenance." he cooed his thumb caressing you chin before taking you to bed.   

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Bakugou: He didn't want say what you smelled like to him as it made him look soft, he finally cracks after more poking a prodding. "If I fucking do will you shut up and let me sleep?!" he hissed it was 8: 47 p.m. and he was tired which confused you, the sun was still out and you could hear kids playing in the streets outside. You heard a angry growl Katsuki's ears were pink. "S'mores...you smell like S'mores, happy?" he groaned when you started shaking him, no point in trying to sleep now that he's lit the fuse! He gave you the sum up of what blood tastes like to him.

Smokers: old news paper and figs.

Drug users: No clue stays clear of them, they smell like pickled eggs.

Drunks: Somewhere between hard water and flavored vodka.

Virgins: Why would you want to kno-... arhg! Coffee and vanilla!

Regular folks: Irish coffee and bitter mint.

Then you you started asking about blood types and what it was when he drank, Next thing you knew Katsuki let out this frustrated bellow! You yelped as he grabbed your wrists and pinned you under him. "You wanna know what it feels like?" you sheepishly mumbled a meek "yes" but the blonds red eyes narrowed. "Hah? say that again I couldn't hear ya?" he jeered trying to get you to use your voice, you repeated "Yes" again a bit more forceful as the ash blond unbuttoned the shirt he let you borrow exposing your neck to him. 

Katsuki frowned he could smell your reluctance, then grumbled in annoyance as he recalled Shitty-hair's advice ""Take it slow, be gentle..."" He took a deep breath and carefully buried his face in you neck, You flinched expecting him to clamp down, giving how much you annoyed him, but to your surprise; Katsuki instead opted to started leaving kisses along your jaw and collar bone.

You bit back a moan when he found you sweet spot and causing Katsuki to smirk if wasn't so hungry and tired right now, he might've taken this much farther, but the mouthwatering scent of your blood calling him was too much to pass up. "I'm gonna do it" he husked as you nodded and with that, Katsuki's fangs pierced your neck.

You gasped in pain felling them puncture your skin as Katsuki grasped your hand, the blond groaned in euphoria your blood tasted every bit as rich and sweet as he thought it would, he could smell your discomforted and on instinct inject a doses of his venom into your bloodstream in minutes your blood's flavor intensified with added lust, your tiny moans and whimpers were music to his hears, soon his instincts were warning him stop.

Katsuki's fangs retracted he lapped at the punctures he left on your neck, before pulling away to look at you and snorted you were a flushed out mess. "That sate your curiosity?" he huffed fixing your shirt you tried to say something but were too exhausted to say anything tangible, the ash blond chuckled and settled down next to you for the night.   

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[psychoticwillgraham]

WIP Post

so here’s two wips that y’all can choose from for me to finish, both of which are horror based

1. untitled pixleye horror

Robin didn’t know what he’d gotten himself into, but he knew it wasn’t good.

Turns out accepting a job offer from a shady government agency wasn’t a good idea after all. If only he’d known about the things he would see, the things he had to do to people, maybe he would’ve said no. But Robin was in too deep now, just another part of this horrible machine that did unspeakable things to people. He’d been lured in with the promise of helping the public, but all they did was torture these poor people and put them through horrible experiments. Sure, some of the things they did were for the safety of everyone on the outside, like quarantining deadly diseases and compounds. But most of their deeds were heinous, funded by the world powers to experiment on ordinary people and turn them into things that man wasn’t meant to see. Robin secretly hoped that one day, one of the experiments would turn on him and end his misery, but he knew he wouldn’t be that lucky.

He’d been going about his normal workday, administering serums and monitoring the security system when he got the call.

Robin was being assigned to a new case, one that nobody had seen before. He sighed as he walked over to the containment room and accessed the files, puzzled at what he saw. Apparently the subject, Jack, was almost completely healthy despite some strange substance invading his blood. There were no effects so far except for slight tremors and a fever, everything else showing up normal. But what was strange about this particular case was that the unknown substance wasn’t of earthly origin. The others knew it was impossible for just any civilian to enter outer space, so how could some unknown bacterium infect him? Apparently that’s what Robin was tasked to do, to figure out the source of the infection and monitor Jack’s condition. Robin sighed, knowing that this was going to be another one of those boring cases where the subject would probably die quickly and leave him alone once again. Robin took a deep breath and unlocked the containment room door, stepping inside.

He hated the sterile smell and feel of these rooms, how it made him feel like he was trapped in a prison, being constantly watched. He could only imagine what these people felt like, being watched by someone like Robin 24/7 like they were rats in a cage. The light above him was harsh as he stepped towards Jack, the other man sitting with his legs crossed on the steel table.

“So when do I get to go home?” Jack’s voice wavered, panic lacing his words. Robin tried to smile gently to make him feel comfortable, but all he could manage was a slight quirk of his lips.

“I’m afraid that’s not happening. You’re here under quarantine until we can find out what’s making you sick,” Robin hated doing this, hated telling the subjects that they were stuck here and would probably die in the confines of this facility. He could see panic settling in Jack’s features, his face dropping.

“No, that’s not true! They said it’d just be a checkup!” his voice was growing louder now, cracking as Jack tried to get up. But Robin was there to stop him, cornering him. “I can’t just stay here forever!”

“If you want me to be honest, you’ll probably die here just like everyone else. You may not be showing major symptoms yet, but whatever you have is something that shouldn’t exist,” as soon as the words left Robin’s mouth, he heard a sob being ripped from Jack’s throat.

“What the fuck kind of place is this? So you just keep people here and let them die? I’m not sick, I swear! It’s just a fever, nothing else,” Jack pleaded, tears in his eyes. “Just please, let me out.”

“As much as I want to, I can’t. Just calm down and let me run some tests, alright?”

Jack nodded, sniffling as Robin saw what hope he had left in his eyes fade, accepting his fate. He hated that it made him genuinely smile, seeing Jack give up hope. At least this one wouldn’t fight, he thought to himself. Robin set up the equipment, hooking Jack up to the various machines. His readings were a bit low, but they were still normal. Oddly enough though, his skin was slightly cold to the touch, even though the room was very warm. Robin could feel Jack tremble slightly beneath his touch, like there was energy thrumming through his whole body. Jack was surprisingly calm for someone who just realized that he was probably doomed, but Robin was thankful that he wasn’t a fighter. It was way too quiet for Robin’s liking, so he decided to try and initiate some small talk.

“So, what did you like to do? Y'know, outside of here?” Robin tried to keep his tone light and conversational, but all he got was a snicker from Jack.

“Oh so now you wanna know about my life, huh? Before you leave me to rot in here,” Jack sneered, jerking away from Robin’s touch. But Robin caught his arm, pulling Jack back towards him.

“Look, I know you’re upset okay? But I didn’t do this to you. I’ll try to make everything for you as comfortable as I can. So let’s just talk,” Robin sighed, trying to fake his best smile. Jack must’ve bought it because he started smiling, albeit shyly.

“I was really into video games. Mainly the really difficult ones just because I think its fun to rage at them,” Jack laughed, starting to warm up to Robin. “I also really like the odd ones, y'know? Like the ones that make no sense at first but eventually you figure it out. Maybe that’s how this will go. Maybe we’ll find out what’s wrong before anything happens?” Robin’s heart almost broke at the renewed hope in Jack’s eyes, hoping that this one would have a quick and painless death. If it wasn’t for their situation right now, Robin thought that they might’ve become friends. But sometimes life wasn’t fair, and he knew that all too well.

“Let’s hope so,” Robin smiled back at him, going to retrieve the needle for a blood sample. He saw Jack’s face turn pale at the sight of the needle, shrinking back against the wall as Robin brought it to his skin.

“It’s just a needle. You’ll be fine. Just take a deep breath for me, okay?” Robin put on his gloves and gently gripped Jack’s arm, pushing the needle into his skin.

2. vamp pj/jack

Jack had a problem, and that problem was PJ.

They’d first met when Jack had started college, opening his dorm room to find PJ clutching a half empty blood bag in his hands. Jack didn’t have a problem with vampires, in fact he even specified that he didn’t care if his roommate was human or not. But he hadn’t actually expected to be roomed with one, especially not one as cute as PJ. They’d gotten to know each other, Jack helping PJ schedule his night classes and secure blood for him. He quickly found out that PJ was weird, even for a vampire. Sometimes Jack would come back to the room, only to find PJ hanging from the ceiling, tapping away at his phone. Then there was the obvious coffin on his side of the room, which he claimed was just for decoration. After all, Jack had never seen him sleep in it, so he was inclined to believe that PJ was telling the truth. He would also keep Jack up all night with his shitty vampire movies that seemed to love unironically. It hadn’t taken long for Jack to fall for him, daydreaming of what it’d be like to kiss him, even with the fangs. But nothing ever came of it, the two of them carrying on with just being friends. That was years ago though, and now they were roommates once again.

Living with him wasn’t a problem either, even though it was sometimes annoying with him constantly blaring music at the latest hours. That and the fact that he was very messy with eating and Jack was now a master at removing blood stains from every piece of furniture they owned.  Sure it was a challenge, but Jack wouldn’t have it any other way. The real problem though was that Jack’s little crush had grown into full on pining, and he thought that maybe he was in love. But Jack knew that dating PJ would only end in heartbreak for the both of them, since only one of them was immortal. Whenever Jack got sick, he could see the way it upset PJ, knowing that he could die at any time, leaving PJ all alone. He saw the way that PJ looked at him differently when he was sick, how concerned he looked even if it was just a cold. He hated seeing Jack like that, hated knowing that he was so fragile and mortal. At one point, Jack had brought up the idea of PJ turning him eventually, only to be immediately shot down. He said that the turning process was painful and that he’d never put Jack through that, which led to their first major fight. But eventually they got over it, the idea long forgotten.

Now though, Jack was thinking about it again.

It’d been a stressful day, both of them on edge because of Jack’s sudden cold that just wouldn’t go away. PJ wouldn’t leave him alone about it and Jack was already done with him, getting in the car to drive off to somewhere quiet where he could think. Unfortunately it was getting dark now, and he knew he shouldn’t be out after sunset. This area of town was relatively safe after dark, with barely any reports of vampire attacks. Still though, Jack knew that he had to be getting home and that PJ would be calling him any minute now, just about to wake up. Jack sighed as he thought about the situation at hand, wishing that things could be easy. Just as he rose to his feet, he heard something rustle in the trees behind him.

“Probably just hearing things,” Jack mumbled to himself, stopping to dial PJ’s number as he turned towards the car.  In an instant, he was being slammed against a tree, pain blossoming throughout his body and his phone dropping to the ground. He tried to struggle against whoever was behind him, but he was trapped by their hands on his shoulders, pressing his face into the tree.

“The struggle is always the best part,” Jack heard the person laugh behind him, their cold hands pressing into his shoulders. Jack’s heart dropped at the realization that this was a vampire, that he’d been stupid enough to walk right into their domain.

“Look, just let me go alright?” Jack tried to sound brave, but his voice came out high and scared, making the vampire laugh.

“We both know that isn’t going to happen,” he could almost feel the man’s smirk against the side of his neck, his breath ghosting along the skin. Jack tried to push back against him, hoping to fight him off, but he knew he was no match for a vampire’s strength.

“You’re so cute, you know. Almost too cute to kill,”

[vampirepatrickau]

hmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm i wonder whos been too unfocused to actually write hmmmmmmmmmmmmm anyways heres a drabble

Joe opened Patrick's door hesitantly, stepping in once Patrick was aware that it wasn't some rando coming in. “Have you never locked a door before, Patrick? Jesus Christ, man,” He said playfully, closing the door and locking it behind him. The vampire didn't move from his place on the bed, only gesturing slightly to sit down. “The party is shit, by the way, everyone's too wasted to be fun.”

“You're not drinking?” Patrick asked quietly. “I would've liked a beer if you grabbed me one.”

“I can go get you one if you want.”

“No, don't. I don't feel like getting drunk if you have to leave. Why aren't you drinking, though, I thought you'd be enjoying yourself, 'n’ shit.”

“I was actually kinda, kinda thinking about sneaking out with you and going out on some sort of date, tonight, right?” Joe reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out his keys. He jingled them, a goofy grin on his face. “If you want to, of course.”

“What kind of date are you, like, are you considering?”

“Something cheap, like, like, we go to a park and walk around or something, then go 'n’ get a quick bite to eat, or something, then go home.”

Patrick thought a moment. “Sure, Joe. Does—does Andy know?”

“Yeah, Andy knows.”

“Okay, that's good, I don't want us to get, like, hurt or anything, and for him to not know that we're out at all.”

“We won't be getting hurt, man.”

“What if we do? I mean, there aren't any, any local hunters out, they're all here, so who's to say?”

“We won't get hurt, promise. I'm not gonna let anything happen, we can drive pretty far out, so we're out of range for most gangs, okay?”

“Okay, babe. I'm not gonna not trust you, y'know, but…”

Joe wrapped his arms around Patrick and kissed him, pulling him upright. They separated slowly. “You're cute, get dressed.”

“That sounds like a bit of an oxymoron, Joey,” He teased.

Joe scoffed. “Yeah, whatever.”

Patrick threw on jeans and a sweatshirt, then kissed Joe. “Okay, I'm ready, how are we leaving? Through, like, the window, or..?”

Joe took Patrick's hand and escorted him through the apartment, out the front door.

It was a pleasant drive, the two of them singing along to Queen as they got to whatever park Joe was going to. It went by all too fast, really, there was a sense of camaraderie that being around Pete and even Andy couldn't provide. Maybe it was because they were, like, dating. Or whatever.

They got out of the car and Patrick immediately went towards the bunk, opening it and pulling out two stakes. “You don't need to,” Joe mumbled. Patrick shook his head and threw one to Joe, then grabbed another.

“Just in case.” He said, testing his hold on the both of them before shoving one in his pocket. “Okay, so, like… was the party actually shit, or what?”

“I don't necessarily like Pete's friends, man. They're too try-hard. I'd rather spend time with you.” Joe closed the bunk, then took Patrick's open hand. “You're nicer, anyways.”

“Are you just saying that 'cause they hate my kind?”

“No, I'm saying that 'cause I hung out in the bathroom with Andy the whole time.”

Patrick laughed. “Are you cheating on me, Joe? Cuz it seems like, like….”

Joe chuckled. “If I were, I wouldn't tell you,” He replied, kissing Patrick on the cheek. “Seriously, though, of course not.”

“I know, I know. You're an absolute sweetheart, I don't expect you to.” Patrick thought a moment, then stuck out his tongue. “Dummy.”

Joe laughed. “Hey! You're mean, Rick!”

“It’s a vamp thing, if you don't suck blood, you wouldn't understand. Hey, Joe, can we not just hang out in front of our car the whole night?”

“I…” Joe rolled his eyes. “Yeah, let's go walk around.”

It was a nature park, entirely trails, and Joe expected it probably wasn't actually open that late at night. But, whatever, they could hopefully deal with the ticket, if Pete remembered to renew the license. Joe glanced at the plate, and the numbers didn't look off, at least. Joe half-pulled, half-walked-with Patrick to what seemed to be the main trail. The air was crisp, slightly too cold, but it felt nice. It was kinda hard to… to see, but Patrick could probably see fine, so it didn't matter. Patrick pushed up against him, his head against Joe's shoulder. So Joe put his arm around Patrick. They didn't actually talk much, mostly just enjoying each other's company, It was really nice.

“Something's off,” Patrick said out of completely nowhere, under his breath.

“What?” Joe felt too loud.

“There are… they know I know, I think. I think.” Patrick glanced around. “Yeah, yeah. Grab your stake, babe, there's maybe half a dozen.”

“How do you…?”

“It's like cat eyes, Joe, cat eyes. They shine a bit, maybe it's too dull for you, but I can see it.”

Joe looked around, moving away from Patrick slightly and pulling out his stake, finding himself seeing a rather dull glitter around them. “Fuck,” He whispered.

“If they won't fight, don't try to fight, Joe.”

“I'm not a dumbass, Rick.”

They kept walking.

And it took until they got back for any vampires to show themselves. Specifically, two were sitting on their car, one trying to open the back, and all three of them talking loudly to each other in very fake British accents. They quieted themselves, though, looking to the couple. They had a rather smug attitude about them. Patrick took a tentative step closer, grabbing his second stake. “Get away from my fucking car,” he hissed, then took another step forward. They didn't move. Patrick glanced to Joe, making sure he knew that they were about to fight. But Patrick didn't use his speed to go forward, surprisingly, instead going just into the brush and killing a vamp, or at least, causing a scream of pain to be cut off in a way that Joe could only assume was a vampire being turned to dust. It took Joe a few seconds before he followed suit, adjusting his grip on his stake, and looking to his side, then back, and identifying a rather close vampire. He ran towards it, hopefully taking the thing by surprise, and then threw the stake.

The hunter thought he missed his mark, but the vampire didn't get a time to retaliate before he started to turn to ash. He ran up to it, pulled his stake out of the vamp's stomach, and properly pushed it through its heart. He turned, and another was practically on top of him. His attempt at stabbing it with his stake went about as well as he thought it would go, that is, his stake was now out of his reach in the underbrush.

He managed to get his foot to connect, though, and kicked it just hard enough to trample his way into the brush, trying to find, at the very least, a sharp enough stick to work as a stake, if not his actual stake. Joe tripped as he tried to run, but managed to keep himself from fully falling into anything, hanging onto a branch to balance himself.

Branch.

He snapped it off of the tree, pointing it like a spear towards the vampire. It appeared to back off slightly, like the longer distance was more dangerous, even if it was a less sharp edge. He stabbed it at him, realizing that the hunter would be no match against the sheer speed that vampires could possess.

The gunshot that rang out from the parking lot told him that Patrick was probably having a significantly more difficult time than he was. It was almost tempting to run out and see if he was okay, it really was, but he had his own life to account for. After a few minutes of trying to dodge the vampire, Joe managed to land a hit, likely off from the heart. After all, only the vampire's arm had dissipated, the rest of it seemingly fine, although that was likely just due to the weapon Joe was using. He stabbed again, missing, and then again, landing another hit and a strangled cry, despite the fact that he only hit the thing's shoulder. He had to run, at that point, moving through the brush as quickly as he could.

And he was on the ground, face in the dirt. Shit.

What was interesting was that he wasn't being turned, or attacked at all. He flipped over, and saw the vampire pinned against a tree, struggling against Patrick.

“Who's gang are you from?” He asked, voice low. The vampire just struggled, so Patrick repeated himself.

“The—the Dandies, sir,” The vampire managed, still speaking in that all-too-fake accent.

“Who leads?”

“Mister Beckett, sir, please—”

Patrick shot him in the jaw, and the vamp was now a pile of ash. He turned slowly to Joe, and helped him up. “Silver bullets, must have some humans in their cohorts.”

“Who the fuck are the Dandies?”

“No clue. Must be from somewhere else, I've never seen such tacky costumes in Chicago. But they're all dead, now, I hope, so it shouldn't be a problem.”

“I thought you didn't like killing 'em. Vamps, I mean.”

“Did you see their skin, their eyes? They all seemed so feral, a bit older than most gang members, um.. I've done a, a good job of keeping myself sane, over the years, but they sure as hell haven't.” Patrick shivered slightly. “Let's get home, yeah? I don't wanna deal with more of these creeps.”

“Yeah, yeah, let's go.” Joe hooked their arms together as they walked back to the car.

It was four in the morning when they got back to the apartment to the start of a stern talking-to from Andy, followed by confusion as to why Joe was covered in mud and both of them were covered in scratches. They shrugged it off, citing their tiredness as a reason not to talk about it, Patrick cleaning up his cuts as well as possible while Joe took a shower to wash off all the dirt.

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Ace and Sep’s Greatest Hits

With Sad Hands and heavy hearts we bid farewell to Ace and Sep's Buffy recaps...  

"I get it now. The Slayer thing really isn't about the violence. It's about the power. And there's no one in the world who has the power to stop me now." Just then the Hubris Police step in in the form of Rupert Giles and throw a bolt of green energy at Willow, knocking her clear across the room. "I'd like to test that theory," says Giles, all tall and authoritative. Oh, Giles! Hi! I missed you so much this season! We have so much catching up to do! Let's see. I just finished my finals, and I think I did rather well. And I met a very nice boy who just happens to live in England, so when I'm over there this summer, if you wanna hang out or something just let me know. I gotta hand this over to Ace now, but... call me!

Sep, "Two to Go"

Sep: So there I was. At Trader Joe's, and boom. No Booty to be had. And you know my dedication to all things snack.  Ace: I feel your pain. The other night I was at TJ's and they had all these different kinds of Booty from Fruit Booty to Vegetable Booty, but not the Booty that I wanted.  Sep: Yargh. That blows.  Ace: Snerk. So anyway. Ash asked me if I wanted to get one of the other varieties, but I just felt that if I couldn't have the Booty that I wanted, it was better to have no Booty at all.  Sep: Dude. That's deep. And also would have saved me much pain and humiliation in my early twenties.  

There are tiny colonies of single-celled life at the bottom of deep fissures in the sea using their cilia to tell each other, "Buffy used Spike." Can we please move on?

Sep, "Never Leave Me"  

Ecch, I hear a noise like forty cats being squeezed too hard around their middles. Turns out it's Cordelia singing "The Greatest Love of All."

- Ace, "The Puppet Show"  

i dont have time to read all theze post but did u hear what happens in the finale? every vamp and demon that buffy has ever kiled is rezrected and they all sing at spike and angles WEDDING!!!! OMG!!! laterz Sep (Go on. Ban me. I dare you.)

Sep, in the forums  

Aw, Willow is wearing shorts and showing more Willow-leg than I believe we've ever seen. What a cutie. ... Giles finally pipes up that he's sorry he missed the encounter, but he actually sounds like he's sorry these damn kids won't leave him alone so he can pour himself a nice single-malt Scotch and watch that Letty The Lusty Librarian tape he has hidden in his nightstand. ... Dracula wears a sweater vest? Well, I guess that answers the age-old question: "What does Dracula wear under his cape?" Or was that Scotsmen? Who does he think he is anyway, Chandler Bing? ... I would like to point out that Spacky is wearing more eye makeup than the entire female cast combined.

Ace, "Buffy vs. Dracula"  

Credits. Who does James Marsters have to sleep with to be billed before Michelle Trachtenberg and Emma Caulfield? Ooh! Please let it be me. C'mon, if y'all give me James I won't ask for anything else for my birthday or Christmas. What? It worked when I was ten. ... Look! Xander is using a skill! Effectively! As he's building shelves for Giles, I notice that he's attired in jeans and a plain long-sleeved shirt. It looks like after his other half fell into the Gap, he managed to climb out with a basic grasp on the matching theory.

Sep, "Out of My Mind"  

I know this is an unpopular opinion, but I love the 'Bot; I really, really do. She's so cute and happy and chirpy and I just know reanimated Buffy is going to be an angst-y pained ball of angst just like she was all last season, and sometimes I wish we could just replace her with the robot permanently. Especially if she keeps making jokes about marzipan.

Ace, "Bargaining I"  

Damn, Marc Blucas makes James Marsters look like a tiny, tiny man. After last week's showcase it's sad, but also amusing, to see Spike reduced to an elfin laundry-stalker.

Sep, "Shadow"  

WARNING: Contents may have shifted during shipping. Oops, that's the wrong warning. The warning is this: This recap contains opinions.

Ace, "Tabula Rasa"  

Evil Dead eh? I'm just going to take that as a shout-out to me and my Evil Dead t-shirt that I ordered out of the Fangoria (shut up) catalog twelve years ago and have been wearing consistently ever since. David Fury must have seen me in it or something. ... Buffy notices Ben sitting somewhere else and goes over to talk to him. Oh GREAT. You know how, whenever there's an outbreak of some sort of nasty infectious disease, during the news reports they often retrace the path of the virus on a map? Well, that's what my mind is doing with Ben right about now. First I only had to live in fear during the hospital scenes. But then he leached into the hospital parking lot. And now that he's just showing up at the Bronze all willy-nilly, he could just ooze on down the road anywhere his little slime trail will take him. Curses. Greasy Intern Ben is spreading. I wonder what his vector of infection is?

Sep, "Crush"  

Tough Love - Or, "The Unedited Buffy You Never Wanted To See." Buffy routes paperwork. Buffy repairs an appliance. Buffy folds laundry. Buffy goes to a parent-teacher conference. Dawn does homework. Dawn does homework some more. Glory practices personal hygiene. The recapper props her eyelids open with spork tines. To spice things up a little, Giles goes all Ripper, Tara goes all Forrest Gump, and Willow goes all Fairuza Balk. The recapper falls asleep and drools on her cat.

Ace, "Tough Love" recaplet  

Spike stumbles, bloody, bruised, and wild-eyed, down the hall to the elevator, and if I weren't a fan of this show and were just flipping by I might think it was a clip from a Behind the Music on Billy Idol.

Sep, "Intervention"  

...Marci needs to find "the key."  ...Darcy or Shannon or whatever her name is  ...Sheila or Lisa or whoever 

Sep describing Glory before her name was revealed, "Family"  

...the guy, who I've decided to call Gee Dub McChoad for no reason whatsoever...

Sep describing Tara's brother, "Family"  

Willow screams, 'Noooooooo,' and a rippling force shoots out of her mouth and zaps Osiris, who vanishes. Oh, the heartbreak of halitosis!

Ace, "Villains"  

My roommate brought home a big pile of Marshmallow Peeps from a post-Easter sale. I took one look at them and screeched, "Peeps show!" before grabbing one, winging it into the microwave, and making "Bamp-chicka-bow-wow" noises while watching the Peep swell and undulate in the microwave. Try it. It's fun. Also, I have in my notes from the first airing of this episode, "Dawn no like monkey-brain marshmallows." I think I'll just leave that in. You'll either find it as amusing as I do or marvel at my illiteracy.

Sep, "Conversations With Dead People"  

Willow incants more at the effigy (who looks like she's ready for a doctor to check her tonsils) and then sends green energy blobs shooting out of her breasts towards Santa's Phallus. It's a lesbian thing -- you wouldn't understand.

Ace, "Grave"  

Cut to Xander chaining Spike up in the basement of Casa Summers. Dawn, Buffy, Wood, Giles, Willow, the UN Security council, three random passersby, and a small hedgehog are all in attendance. Okay, not really, but seriously. The number of people present for this is way unnecessary. Giles, Willow and Buffy will perform the spell. Xander, Dawn and Wood will distribute small snacks and throw Jujubes at Spike's head. ... Spike's mum tells him that he "needs a woman in [his] life." He replies that he does have a woman in his life. She is momentarily taken in, but then realizes that William has some really serious Oedipal issues. Victorian etiquette dictates that it would be in poor taste to mention this, so she pretends to be flattered. He promises to always look after her, but she has a coughing fit, hoping to die and escape her creepy son. Knowing that Spike's women-paragon obsession thing in which he defines himself and his moral center by the dominant female figure in his life started back when Spike was human, and has continued until the present day, really makes me realize how pathetic a creature he truly is. You'd think that after the first hundred years he might have self-actualized or something.

Sep, "Lies My Parents Told Me"  

Let me amend that. It's a long, thick, snake-like demon with a head shaped just like a penis, that squeals at Buffy and then sprays liquid out of its mouth and onto her. Just think about that for a minute.

Ace, "Doublemeat Palace"  

At the Pub the Chuckleheads are sitting around a table strewn with empty beer pitchers, randomly slapping and picking nits off of each other. One of them is trying to remove his shirt but gets his head stuck in it. I can sympathize with him. I've done that -- sober.

Sep, "Beer Bad"  

Rack is creepy. Then about ten more anvils crash into my room, followed by a minor deluge of cow pies as we launch into a trippy-druggy sequence the likes of which has not been seen since The Trip and Psych-Out.

Ace, "Wrecked"  

Willow is wearing what Ace called a poncho, but I think looks more like a tube with no armholes. If anyone remembers the commercial for the plastic device that enabled you to turn a crank and produce miles upon miles of useful and fashionable yarn tubing, well, it looks like that. Either that, or Willow took up knitting but hasn't figured out the secret to sleeves yet. Patrolling against vampires and other night-haunting demons with your arms bound to your sides by an acrylic strait-jacket doesn't seem like a wise move, but what do I know about fashion? Oh, that's right -- a lot more than Willow, obviously.

Sep, "Something Blue"  

Suddenly, my TV screen fills up with a bunch of monkeys, all dressed up in platform sandals, cunning frocks, feather boas, and mascara. They form a menacing circle around Dawn. I think they're all guy monkeys, but y'know, it's a little hard to tell with the simians.

Ace, "Potential"  

It's Cruella D'Will. Heh. That's why she flayed Warren last week. She's making a coat out of him. Man, how much cooler would this episode be if Willow pranced around singing, 'See my vest! See my vest! It was once Warren's chest!' ... This is a test of the Emergency Snorecast System. Everything operational.

Sep, "Two to Go"  

Sunny Valley, Arizona Ace, a beautiful, brainy, and brilliant recapper for TWoP, that world-famous website and recipient of three Nobel Prizes for Internet Criticism, piloted her pink bubble-shaped hovercraft to the landing strip on the roof of her lux penthouse apartment. Slim and clad entirely in her everyday garb of form-fitting leather, she headed quickly to her Operations Control room, stopping only to scratch the chin of her almost-sentient leopard, Francesca. "Follow me, little one," Ace purred to her feline companion, "for tonight we view a new Buffy!" In Operations Control, Ace flung her shapely form onto the low designer sofa and thumbed the remote to her wall-sized liquid television. As the episode progressed, Francesca began to pace the room in agitation, for she had never before seen her merry human companion in such distress. Ace's perfectly manicured nails caressed her flawless face as she murmured, "How will I recap an episode so sorely lacking in plot? An episode that consists mostly of Andrew's fantasies and stolen videotaped vignettes of the Scooby gang? Without a narrative structure to follow, at what point should I mention the disturbing basement sex of the un-reunited Xander and Anya, or the empty and unsatisfying riot occurring at Sunnydale High?" Finally, Ace knelt, and attractively wept into the silken tawny fur of Francesca, "I face my greatest challenge ever! Just as the tears of repentant Andrew closed the Seal of Danzig in the school basement forever, so do my hot tears of rage seal my unrepentant loathing of this season!" Los Angeles, CA The evil genius Jane Espenson cackled evilly as she polished her six-inch chrome stilettos and flipped her shiny titian hair. Whirling menacingly in her secret headquarters beneath Reseda, she flipped open her tiny red Mobicom and hit speed-dial. Upon hearing a voice on the other end of the line, Jane leered and snapped out, "Hello, Joss? I think we've broken Ace already. The tears are the beginning of the end. That'll teach her to complain about Andrew's poor grasp on reality!"

Ace, "Storyteller" recaplet  

The Knights are gonna get the Key, toniiiight! The Scoobies drive a big RV, toniiiight! This year, the minutes seemed like hours The arc progressed so slowly And still no end in siiiight!

Sep, "Spiral" recaplet  

Xander gets snide about what a "simple" decision this must be for Buffy and then leaps up, snarling, "You know, if there's a mass-murdering demon that you're, oh, say, boning, then it's all gray area." Hee -- go Xander! I'm not really taking sides in this argument because I think both Buffy and Xander are both right and wrong here, but I really think it needed to be said that Buffy totally put aside all her Slayer standards in order ride Spike's man-pole, and she's never really admitted that to or faced it as far as I can tell. She's mumbled about how it was bad for her, but never seemed to realize what a betrayal of her calling it was. Buffy wins The Lame Comeback Of The Century Award when her only reply is that Spike is "harmless." Harmless except for the whole part where he could and did harm you, Buffy. Nice self-preservation instincts there, honey. Let's kill Anya because she could hurt men. Let's not kill Spike because he can only hurt Buffy. Uh, where was I?

Ace, "Selfless"  

This whole Spike with Buffy thing? My fault. When Angel was on the show, I hated every second of him and his dazed "you can tell I have a soul because I look like I just walked into a tree" method of acting. (Angelus was a different story. A cooler story that didn't spend so much time whining and moping.) Then, when he left, it was like light pouring in through the heavens. I was excited. Happy. I had a new lease on life. I thought, "No matter what, Buffy's next boyfriend won't be so bad." Enter Riley. Riley with his potato nose, thinly-veiled chauvinism, and women issues. And so it was, until it came to pass that Riley endeth. And lo! Happiness reigned far and wide across the land (defined as my apartment), there was much rejoicing, and it was good. Again, I foolishly allowed myself to be confident that this had been the worst. Surely Buffy's next boyfriend...

Sep, "Two to Go"  

ASH is really giving a killer performance here. I wonder how many takes it took for him to stop laughing. His singing sounds very soulful and I'm convinced it's his own voice, just very badly synched. Maybe the sound crew had to work overtime on all the Buffy/Riley moaning and ran out of time for the important things. Bad prioritization, guys. For a whole week following this episode, my poor cat is tortured by me following her around the house and bellowing, "No ooooone knows what it's liiiiike/Toooooo be the baaaad cat/Tooooo be the saaaad cat/Behind blue eeeeeyeees." I swear, one of these days she's going to lose her patience, pack her little kitty suitcase and leave. Well, at least I don't make her watch The Others with me anymore.

Ace, "Where the Wild Things Are"  

Luke is chanting, "The Sleeper will wake and the world will bleed. Amen!" Because vampires are such religious creatures. Don't you remember that one heartwarming episode they had when they showed them all going to church? Sure, they wanted to eat the rest of the congregation, but as long as they're worshipping in Glen Oak with the Camdens I really don't have a problem with that.

Sep, "Welcome to the Hellmouth"  

D'Hoffryn introduced himself, and Aud replies, "I am Aud." Hee. That's a funny pun. You know that saying that goes, "Puns are the lowest form of humor"? That always confused me. I mean, I wondered who decided that, and what the highest form of humor was, and why the phrase always seemed to be uttered only by the very humorless, who wouldn't seem qualified to judge. Anyway, this is 2002, and the saying is obviously obsolete. It comes from an older era. An era before the fart joke. Fart jokes are quite clearly the lowest form of humor, and I suggest that we petition the correct powers that be to have the saying updated for modern times. ["The lowest, and yet consistently the most reliable. Hee. Farts." -- Sars]

Ace, "Selfless"  

Willow and Buffy walk up the steps to school, and Xander catches up with them. I'm sorry that I can't recap their conversation, but I'm sure you'll understand once I tell you about Xander's red and moldy green-gray sweater paired with brown and yellow plaid pants. As if that combination wasn't horrific enough on its own, Willow is wearing an orange and yellow striped fleece shirt. It's at times like this that I wish I were blind -- just like the wardrobe people.

Sep, "Passion"  

Ace: "I don't know why Buffy was all surprised when Spike tried to kiss her. That's what you do at the end of a date and drinking, dinner, and pool all add up to a date." Sep: "It totally was a date. My last date ended exactly the same way. Someone threw a wad of cash at someone else, the words, 'You're beneath me' were uttered, and one of us was left crying alone in an alley." Ace: "You've got to be kidding me." Sep: "Actually I am. My last date ended with me threatening my beau with a spork."

Ace and Sep, "Fool for Love"  

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Dean Winchester x Reader

You get hurt during a hunt. Dean is distraught.

“Don't do anything stupid” 

It had been a long night. Ever since you got a tip from Bobby about a nest of vampires causing trouble, you'd all been more than stressed out for the days leading up to this night. Mysterious dissapearences, bloodless bodies, and gruesome kidnappings had hounded you from all sides. Finally though, you had found a lead on the whereabouts of the nest and were now taking it. You and the boys had been tracking the bloodsuckers through the thick woods, trees pressing in on you at all sides. The night air felt almost arctic, your breathe hanging in front of your face, dissapearing and reappearing with every breathe. The December chill was brutal, your boots causing a satesfying crunch over the fresh snow. "Dean could you be any quieter?" You hissed through the dark, your voice was soft taking the edge of your words. He had been humming Blue Oyster Cult for the past ten minutes. "What? It lightest the mood!" You could imagine the look on his face even though you were in front of him. "Yeah it's also next level annoying." Sam snapped back earning a irritated *humph* from Dean. You giggled at their brotherly banter. It always seemed to cheer you up. "Sorry..." you turned to Dean with a smile and he took your hand entwining your fingers with his. He smiled back at you in the darkness, an action that always lifted your spirits no matter the occasion, as well as sending a flock of butterflies through your stomach. "Hey lovebirds, I think we found it." Sam's words halted your steps and you looked forward through the trees. A red barn stood some distance away from you in a clearing. "You think that's it?" You gave a questioning glance to Sam. "Well I don't think the vamps can be very picky. This looks like the place." You felt Dean tighten his grip on your hand and pulled you towards him. Sam took that as a chance to reload all his weapons. You were all laden with wooden stakes soaked in dead mans blood along with shotgun shells filled with the substance. You glanced back at Dean who pulled you into his warm embrace. "Don't do anything stupid." You knew what he was talking about. Basically "don't do anything stupid" means don't take risks, and keep yourself out of trouble. You liked to refrase it to "don't do anything I would do". "What do you mean? I would never!" You rolled your eyes and giggled at his concern. "Just be careful... I worry y'know?" Your heart swelled with the joy that came with the knowledge of him caring about you. "I know you do. I'll be careful, always am." You gave his hand a squeeze to reassure him. He pulled you closer and you put your hands on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat through his many layers, fluttering like the wings of an angel. You could only smile at his concern for you. He let out a sigh hugging you close to him as he pressed a kiss to the your forhead. Your heart skipped a beat at the action. "Don't make me have to save you." You looked up abruptly, sensing a challenge. "Pu-lease, we both know I'm the better fighter, you should make sure I don't have to save your ass." He chuckled, a light airy sound that sent you flying. "Sure Y/N whatever helps you sleep at night. Besides being next to me." You felt your face heat up as you tightened your grip on the front of his shirt. "But be careful. I don't want to lose you." You looked up into his green eyes shining like emeralds with love and admiration. This man, who gives you everything. Who makes you smile, roll on the floor with laughter, and feel absolutely safe no matter where you are. This man, whom you love with all of your heart. This statement was simply a way of him telling you he loves you. He did that a lot, little things like "Put on your seatbelt Y/N" or your personal favorite; "Did you eat anything today?" Caring about you was just second nature to him, hunter instincts, and you loved him for it. "I love you too Dean." Both of you could only smile at each other, relishing the closeness before the coming battle. You heard Sam clear his threat behind you. "Sorry to cut this short guys, but I don't think my stomach can survive any more of this." Rolling your eyes you turned to glare at the youngest Winchester. "Jealous?" You gave him a sarcastic award winning smile. He scoffed. "You wish." Chuckling both of you lead the way to the barn, a slow rage burning its way up inside you. These vampires were responsible for the deaths of hundreds of people, always moving from place to place to remove suspicion. That ends tonight. As you approached the door to the barn, that rage only grew. Ebbing and flowing through you like the tides of the sea. You put your palm on the door ready to give it a good shove, but someone put a warm gloveless hand on yours. "I'll go around back, you and Sam take the front. Weaken as many as you can, we'll worry about killing them later." He looked at both you and Sam. "Sir yes sir." You saluted him in an attempt to make him laugh but he only turned to Sam and said: "Keep her safe." You crossed your arms and stuck out your tongue feeling like a child again. This time he cracked a smile and leaned down to give you a peck on the lips. You wanted more, but knew it wasn't the time. Later, you told yourself, when Dean would stop for a bottle of Jack Daniels to celebrate at the motel. The thought sent your heart racing. "See you in a few." He stated. You waved as he strode away from you. "I'll be the one in red!" You saw him chuckling shaking his head as he walked away. You turned to Sam, all business. "You take left I'll take right. Chances are they're still sleeping, it's only 7:30. Go for the middle with the stakes, we'll ice em' with the bullets when absolutely nesecary." Sam raised his eyebrows at your commanding tone. "I thought I was the one looking after you." He crossed his arms sarcastically. You rolled your E/C eyes. "Like I need looking after." You giggled and he shrugged. "Boss man's orders." You couldnt help being amused at his annoyance. "Be careful. I don't want a scratch on you, understand? Dean'll probably kill me himself if anything happens to you. He... really cares. Y'know?" Your cheeks started to blush, and not from the cold. You decided to brush off the statement... you weren't really that good at all that mushy gushy stuff. "So you think he's in position yet?" Sam tilted his head up as if he was listening. You didn't know what for, it was silent besides your hushed voices which were now ceased. Whatever he was listening for it was confirmation. He turned to you. "You ready?" You nodded fiercely in reply. "Born ready." "You're so cute Mad Dog." You elbowed him in the side, but he only laughed at the effort as if you had only pinched him. He was more than a head taller than you. You with your mere 5'8 that made you feel less than respected. Hence all the bark.... and bite. The Winchester boys had taken to calling you Mad Dog for simply that reason. Now this battle was just another chance to prove yourself to the Winchesters. You weren't helpless, and with that thought you gave the door a good shove, palming the bloody dagger at your side. Dead mans blood: a natural poison to the bloodsuckers. The Barn looked empty. From where you stood you saw empty hammocks all around the room, swaying with the draft that came through the flimsy walls. It was cold, perhaps even colder than outside. It was foreboding, and not how it was supposed to be. The makeshift beds should have been full of vampires all still sleeping through the daylight. You were just starting to get a creeping feeling when your daze was shattered by the door clattering close. Both you and Sam jerked around to face the now closed door. He looked at you with a questioning gaze. You shrugged and turned back around just in time to see a pair of golden eyes staring into yours.   It was a woman. She was beautiful, that was undoubtedly true. Dark hair cascaded down, framing her perfect heart shaped face. She was wearing all black, and it finally occurred to you that this was a trap. They had known you were coming. "It's nice to finally meet you Winchesters," her eyes landed on you and a chill went up your spine. ".....And company." You glanced at Sam and noticed the two other men standing beside the woman. He nodded in acknowledgement. "The honors all mine, but you know we didn't come here for pleasentries." He gave the woman an icy stare that could've given Ghandi diahrea. "Oh I know. Shall we get started?" She began to smile. You instantly gripped your dagger tighter, in preparation for a fight. There's a moment, ever since you can remember, of silence before a storm. The birds flee, the mammals all hide in there little homes, and you're left wondering where everybody went. This was that moment. Eyes flitted all over the place, from the three hostile vampires, to your only ally Sam. The moment didn't last forever, before your eyes the female launched herself at you, knocking you off your feet and sending your blade skidding across the floor. Both of you landed on the floor with an audible thud, seeing stars for a few moments. You were wrenched back into reality by a sharp pain in the back of your head. The bitch had pulled your hair!  Last straw for you. You saw her coming in for another blow to your head when you raised your arm to block her fatal attack. She hit your wrist sending a shock off pain up your forearm, but at least she didn't give you a black eye. You turned your head to the side and caught a glimpse of Sam sending a sharpened stake straight into the heart of one of the men. Blood began to seep through his shirt, sending your stomach into a roil. You turned your head back to the woman on top of you just as a fist made impact with the side of your head. You felt like your brain was being pounded into jelly, but you shook the feeling away and kicked the woman off. She went skidding across the floor in front of you. You took the opening to launch onto your feet and palm your blade which was a few feet away from you. You stood above the dark haired vampire, bringing your blade up above your head. She peered up at you and hissed. "Lights out, Twilight." You brought your blade crashing down and plunged it deep into her chest. Her body went slack, you could see her golden eyes darkening. You could finally breathe again, and you caught your breath while surveying your surroundings. Sam was doing the same, he was surrounded by two lifeless bodies. The men you had seen before. You looked at Sam with worry in your eyes. They had known you were coming, but there should have been more. Perhaps the rest had fled while a few stayed behind to off you? Ha, ganked by a vampire, that'd be the day. You heard a grunt, followed by a crash at the end of the barn. You and Sam looked at each other questioningly as a very exasperated Dean smashed through the back door. "Son of a bitch!" He was grappling at another vampire. Maybe one had been waiting for him by the back. It'd obviously been one hell of a fight, Dean looked awful, glass shards were scattered all over his face and a black eye was just starting to form. He buried a blade into the neck of the snarling vampire and he sunk to his knees. He caught his breath once the vamp was dead. You locked eyes and he gave you a weak smile... but then his eyes went wide. You heard Deans shout long before you felt the pain of the knife being driven into your back. "No!" Dean sprinted towards you just as the pain started to spread. It was a fire flaming up inside you, taking up all of your thoughts. You tasted blood in your mouth, the coppery flavor shocking you more than the pain did. It took you a few moments to realize you had been stabbed. Dean reached you just as you began to collapse. You saw Sam out of the corner of your eye fighting with another one of the vampires. The one who had stabbed you from behind. Dean caught you in his arms and lowered you to the floor. "Y/N no... no no no no.... keep your eyes open Y/N do you hear me? Keep your eyes on me okay? Your gonna be alright..." You saw the panic in his eyes as your head lolled to the side. Those beautiful green eyes that you could swim in like the sea. You considered yourself lucky that the last thing you would be able to see were his brilliant eyes. You heard Sam grunting behind you, glass smashing, and then a scream as the vampire was defeated. He stood over Dean, sympathy coating his features. You could barely make out anything in the room besides Dean, tears welling in his eyes. "Don't cry..." you struggled to get the words out through your pain. Your voice was shaking and your eyelids felt heavy. You wanted to sleep, but knew that if you closed your eyes they wouldn't open again. "Y/N... oh Y/N... Baby I'm so sorry... your gonna be okay alright? Your gonna be just fine okay? We're gonna get you to Bobby's, he'll fix you right up..." You peered up at his beautiful face, tears running down his cheeks, landing on yours. "Dean...." you heard Sam's voice from above you. You couldn't feel your legs, you couldn't really think straight at the moment, but you knew that wasn't a good sign. Nobody really comes back from what you'd just gone through. The front of your shirt was slick with blood. A clean slice. The blade had gone all the way through. Like you were a Christmas ham being chopped up for dinner. You wanted to giggle at your currant physical state, but now really wasn't the time. Ganked by a vampire after all, huh? Even in your mind your voice dripped with sarcasm. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone... kay?" Your voice was soft, but you knew Dean heard it. He hugged you closer, the warmth of his chest felt nice, and he rocked you back and forth. "No Y/N. Don't you dare talk that way, don't you dare leave me. This isn't how this is s'posed to be. Remember? We wanted to get married. Remember that? You can't leave me now baby, you can't leave me... I love you..." with the last amount of strength you had left, you reached up and touched his face, wiping a stray tear away. "I love you too..." You were crying as well you realized. Tears dribbled down your cheeks, and mixed with the blood on the corner of you lips. Your sight was getting dimmer, all you could see was Deans lips now. You remembered kissing those lips. Remembered the first time you had sex. The first time you slept with him. The first time he said "I love you". The first time you shared a burger together. First drive in the Impala. First hunt... all that was gone now. But you couldn't help but be greatful. After all, who wouldn't give their life for the chance to be happy. Really and truly happy? That's the last thing you thought, before you closed your eyes for the last time.