Snippet #1769178

Dean laughed and bent slightly double, slapping his knee, before standing straight and halting his laughter, “No…Really. That’s a nice trick, but…Well…you may have seen me on the news. I mean…that was a big misunderstanding. You see, my brother and I…we…”

Dean instantly pulled out his Colt when the man attempted to rob ‘Iron Man’, turning his head slightly to the side at what was happening. When the gun exploded, he hit the ground, before standing and looking down at the man on the ground. A star struck laugh erupted and he held out his hands, “Holy shit…”
Dean glanced at the young man standing behind ‘Iron Man’ and motioned his eyes towards him, before deciding to answer his questions about who he was.

“There’s a TV show now? Dammit, Chuck…I’m going to kill the son of a bitch…”, he mumbled to himself, “If he’s not already dead. Yeah…yeah…I’m Dean Winchester. I’m sure the actor who plays me is pretty good at his job…it’s nice to meet you…”

He spoke in a ‘yada yada’ sort of way, waving his hand in vertical circles in front of him. He wasn’t a big fan of Chuck’s groupies, especially the emo girls…or in this case boys.

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Buffy stood from the floor and gave Sam a glare. If she had heat vision, his head would have been gone in a flash. With a growl, she ran up to him and grabbed his massive arm, swinging him around to look down at her.
“You don’t come in swinging Machetes and then walk away. I want to know who you are…now…or else…”, she pulled her fists up in front of her, ready to swing away if he didn’t give her the answers she wanted to hear, “Five…four…three…”

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Sam would have laughed, if he had the ability. He would have cared enough to yell and probably cry about his daddy issues and feelings, but none of that mattered anymore.

“I’m a hunter…”, he said simply, before turning around again. As he walked forward, he received a kick to the kidney area, causing him to fall forward slightly. He turned and saw Buffy in a martial arts ready pose. He clapped at her enthusiasm and walked back up to her, punching her in the face and knocking her out.

“I have no time for babysitting…”

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I swallowed hard. There was something in his eyes. Some glimmer made me listen. Some glimmer made me want to follow him, as he stepped backwards to the bed. He zoomed around the room, gathering various things, before taking a seat next to me on my bed.

Something cold touched my neck, and I jerked away from it instinctively. He was cleaning me up? He had done this to me.

“You tried to kill me?”, I whispered, the tears creeping back into my eyes.

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Damon gripped the tips of AnnaBeth’s fingers, pulling her to the bed and sitting her down. He gave her a warm smile, running his fingers along her chin, before ‘walking’ around to gather a few items to clean her up. He always ‘felt bad’ the next morning. Felt bad? No. He always felt obligated to either kill his ‘friends’ or to doctor them up, compel them, give them a free scarf, and send them on their way. He hadn’t decided on what to do with this one yet.

He dabbed a wet towel at the wounds on her neck, frowning in concentration. Her words ripped him from his concentration and he rolled his eyes, smirking.

“Wrong…”, he said, “If I had ‘tried’ to kill you…I would have. This was simply a love bite…”
When she looked at him in surprise, he rolled his eyes again, “Yes yes yes…yes…I’m a vampire. Jeez, are you in shock or just stupid?”

He roughly pulled her hair back to get to more of the blood, “You need a shower…that blood will stink soon. It might make you sick when my blood is out of your system…”