[He and his brother had made a name for themselves across the greater United States, first as murderers, then as murderers that perished when they were cornered. After the Leviathans, their momentum as spree killers made national news, when neither he nor Dean killed much of anything that didn't have a body count or innocent blood on its hands. It, being the relative word, and when something that qualified as supernatural tried to go the straight and narrow, he at least gave them a fighting chance. Dean didn't hop on that wagon until much later, but he'd been there with him up until dick exploded and his only family got caught up in the blast.
Bullets don't do much to vampires unless they were coated in dead man's blood, but they do hurt. That, combined with the light gives Sam enough leeway to take him down and he does, in one fell swoop.
It never gets easier, the blood, the mess, and having to pick bone shards, or brain matter, out of his hair in the shower but after a while, those moments blur into one general feeling of disdain. Sam has learned to not pay it much attention in the moment, but now that the moment is over, a disgruntled 'eugh,' bursts out of his throat as he wipes the blade of the machete off on his torn up jeans.
Sam rushes to Spencer's side first, and tears off a piece of the flannel he's wearing to give him a compress for the bite. Their fangs were sharp, and serrated, and created quick lacerations that made blow flow and subsequently feeding a whole lot easier.]
Here. Take this.
[Sam's not an idiot, he saw the regulation pistol when Spencer brandished it, but he's not worried about that. Not right now. His eyes are on the den, the pictures. Spencer's unsub was trying to recreate Kayla because of the circumstances. He'd mistakenly killed her in a fit during his transition. A lot of those women died, but there were two still missing and if even one of them agreed to change that meant there'd be another waiting in the wings or two helpless women nearby being used as blood bags.
He'd deal with the fact that he was a fed, and that he might have questions later when neither of them were in any immediate danger.]
It's gonna take a minute to clot. The teeth, the spit, it's all for a quick and efficient kill.
[Really, he's lucky these guys were dick bags and on top of it fledglings, or he never would've stood a chance.]
Look, I know this is weird. I know you've probably got a thousand questions but I can't answer those. Not when there's still two people missing. Vampires nest and build units, two doesn't fit their whole m.o. Especially, considering these two were new.
[Sam's got the machete down at his side, but it's not the only weapon he has on him. He's sweeping the floor with his work boots, checking for hollow space, anything that sounds out of place, even under rugs and near furniture.]
You didn't see or hear anything before they jumped you, right? No one in or out besides me?
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Bullets don't do much to vampires unless they were coated in dead man's blood, but they do hurt. That, combined with the light gives Sam enough leeway to take him down and he does, in one fell swoop.
It never gets easier, the blood, the mess, and having to pick bone shards, or brain matter, out of his hair in the shower but after a while, those moments blur into one general feeling of disdain. Sam has learned to not pay it much attention in the moment, but now that the moment is over, a disgruntled 'eugh,' bursts out of his throat as he wipes the blade of the machete off on his torn up jeans.
Sam rushes to Spencer's side first, and tears off a piece of the flannel he's wearing to give him a compress for the bite. Their fangs were sharp, and serrated, and created quick lacerations that made blow flow and subsequently feeding a whole lot easier.]
Here. Take this.
[Sam's not an idiot, he saw the regulation pistol when Spencer brandished it, but he's not worried about that. Not right now. His eyes are on the den, the pictures. Spencer's unsub was trying to recreate Kayla because of the circumstances. He'd mistakenly killed her in a fit during his transition. A lot of those women died, but there were two still missing and if even one of them agreed to change that meant there'd be another waiting in the wings or two helpless women nearby being used as blood bags.
He'd deal with the fact that he was a fed, and that he might have questions later when neither of them were in any immediate danger.]
It's gonna take a minute to clot. The teeth, the spit, it's all for a quick and efficient kill.
[Really, he's lucky these guys were dick bags and on top of it fledglings, or he never would've stood a chance.]
Look, I know this is weird. I know you've probably got a thousand questions but I can't answer those. Not when there's still two people missing. Vampires nest and build units, two doesn't fit their whole m.o. Especially, considering these two were new.
[Sam's got the machete down at his side, but it's not the only weapon he has on him. He's sweeping the floor with his work boots, checking for hollow space, anything that sounds out of place, even under rugs and near furniture.]
You didn't see or hear anything before they jumped you, right? No one in or out besides me?