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characters. dean winchester and buffy summers
verse. currently untitled verse
summary. newly turned dean finds himself in front of an old 'school' friend of his.
timeline. au of 'live free and twi-hard'

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[howdangerous]

Everything about this situation was wrong. Dean being a vampire was wrong, Dean showing up now was wrong... The fact that the entire world was going to Hell in an expedited handbasket was poorly timed enough on its own. She didn't need her past popping up in the form of something bloodthirsty on top of protecting a little sister, her friends, the world, and an increasingly populated gaggle of teenage girls. With Bringers running around killing teenagers, the Apocalypse being pretty damn nigh... The last thing the Slayer needed was Dean Winchester showing up at her door with fangsShe trudged back home, exhausted, and headed directly up the stairs to her bedroom. She poked her head in, then stepped, a paper bag containing a few IV-sacks of donated blood. "Dean?" Buffy knew that... something was different about the vampire he'd become, than the ones she was used to, so she spoke quieter. She wasn't sure what senses would bother him. She closed, and locked, the door behind her, and walked further into the room. Finding him in the corner,

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Because Buffy's help had been so helpful thus far. Being around all the girls was one thing, being around Buffy was entirely different. The only way he could explain the differences in both vampires was different breeds. It went the same with werewolves. Dean would get into the technical side of it (and had once when it came to explaining everything to Giles when he was in high school). Dean didn't usually remember everyone from the schools he'd been in. But Sunnydale had only promised him people his own age who knew what he was going through. Not exactly right now. Kindred spirits didn't lock each other away because letting them at the people on the lower levels might have meant that Dean would have had an all you can eat buffet

[howdangerous]

Buffy was doing the best that she could. She brought him blood to keep his hunger down, tried to keep him as comfortable as possible, but she had so much happening already... Her job wasn't even a tiny tip of the iceberg that life had turned into. She wanted to help him - but to her, killing him? Was not an option. It wouldn't ever be. Dean had been her friend for a number of years now. The thought of actually killing him hadn't even half crossed her mind. Not even when it was what he wanted. She didn't kill Angel. She didn't kill Spike. She wasn't going to kill Dean

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Blood seriously felt like the least of his worries, especially since Buffy seemed to be intent on keeping him full. It wasn't cherry pie by any means and still the thought of having to drink it made him sick to his stomach. But his body knew what it needed. It didn't really care at that point what mental quibbles Dean would have with it. After killing...After allowing himself to become what he did and the events to that great toppling fall, Dean was more of a victim of instinct. Before getting to Sunnydale he'd killed. Not just his first two victims but others. He hadn't done something idiotic like turning them but he'd killed. Leaving the bodies in truck stops and on the side of the road. When it seemed to become clear that the "serial killer" was going to Sunnydale the authorities seemed to get the jist that it was more of their problem than anyone else's.

He just hadn't gotten to do anything when he was there.

A part of him wished the thought had crossed her mind. It was really only a matter of time. They were smart