[The thing about most vampires that remained true in lore and life was that they didn't like to be alone. Vampires like people didn't want to exist on their own, they liked the company of a mate or a nest. More often than not, they traveled in packs of three or more and typically answered to the most senior member of their tight-knit group. Just like in the movies, they preferred darkness to light, not because it killed them but because they were more sensitive to the light and could hunt better, move faster, and were typically a lot stronger after sunset.
That's why as a hunter it always made the most sense to target a nest during the day, and once he'd gotten wind of blood-suckers and verified it through the usual channels of research, stalking, and Q&AS with the family he took a nice machete and went in for the kill.
There was a time when Sam would've hesitated to kick in the door when he heard the struggle, but now - he goes in without a second thought and uses the light outside to his advantage by leaving the door open.
He's able to catch the second one off guard, and his head rolls and bounces across the room with the teeth still exposed, but no longer gnashing. The bloody back spatter goes everywhere, on his shirt, all over his hair, and part of his face. The machete still in his free hand dripping from the initial sweep of the blade.]
Get down.
[The guy practically offered himself up as a pre-emptive afternoon snack. Vampires do most of their hunting at night, and that meant the nest was hungry and fighting was just an enterprising way to build up momentum for the feast.]
It's the head. Take off the head, and if you can't - get back.
[Sam's also got some dead man's blood on him, but he won't use it unless he has to, or he finds himself in a tight spot. Sometimes the best way to eighty-six the nest is to go in guns blazing, but he'll never admit that out loud. Dean'd like it way too much.]
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That's why as a hunter it always made the most sense to target a nest during the day, and once he'd gotten wind of blood-suckers and verified it through the usual channels of research, stalking, and Q&AS with the family he took a nice machete and went in for the kill.
There was a time when Sam would've hesitated to kick in the door when he heard the struggle, but now - he goes in without a second thought and uses the light outside to his advantage by leaving the door open.
He's able to catch the second one off guard, and his head rolls and bounces across the room with the teeth still exposed, but no longer gnashing. The bloody back spatter goes everywhere, on his shirt, all over his hair, and part of his face. The machete still in his free hand dripping from the initial sweep of the blade.]
Get down.
[The guy practically offered himself up as a pre-emptive afternoon snack. Vampires do most of their hunting at night, and that meant the nest was hungry and fighting was just an enterprising way to build up momentum for the feast.]
It's the head. Take off the head, and if you can't - get back.
[Sam's also got some dead man's blood on him, but he won't use it unless he has to, or he finds himself in a tight spot. Sometimes the best way to eighty-six the nest is to go in guns blazing, but he'll never admit that out loud. Dean'd like it way too much.]