Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 21, 2015 18:00:20 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON THREE. EPISODE SEVEN.
Sam and Dean were moving quickly up and down the alleyway, searching. They were hot on the trail of a vampire who had already killed two people and had abducted a third. It was this third potential victim they were trying to find. Dean stopped short, nudging Sam in the arm and pointing to a pool of blood over by the dumpsters. They hurried over to find the missing man with a large bite in his neck. His eyes were wide and he was clearly in a lot of pain. "Hey, hey. Don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay" Sam promised, kneeling beside him. Dean remained standing. "Where is she? Where'd she go?!" The man pointed vaguely down a side alley and Dean took off.
The alley was a deadend but there were a few nooks and crannies she could easily fit into as a hiding place so rather than running around like a chicken with its head cut off, Dean decided to lure her out instead. Stopping in the exact center, he held up one arm and drew his machete across his flesh, producing a deep bloody gash. "Smell that" he hollered, lifting his arm. "Come and get it!" With a growl, a young blond woman leapt out from around the corner, her fangs glinting in the moonlight, fresh blood matting on her chin. "That's right. Come on." Dean waved his bleeding arm tauntingly. "I smell good, don't I? Well I taste even better." He held up his machete and then made a big show of dropping it to the ground so she would feel comfortable enough getting closer. She hesitated, her eyes glued to the cut. "Come on" Dean insisted. "Free lunch!"
After another second of hesitation, the vampire lunged. Her fangs were less than an inch away from sinking into his neck when he whipped out a syringe of deadman's blood and plunged it into her neck. She dropped like a stone. Dean placed a hand to his neck and nodded triumphantly as Sam came jogging up, looking concerned. "What?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "Cutting it a little close there weren't you?" "It worked didn't it" Dean pointed out, looking down at his sliced arm with a wince.
"Ow."
Sam and Dean were moving quickly up and down the alleyway, searching. They were hot on the trail of a vampire who had already killed two people and had abducted a third. It was this third potential victim they were trying to find. Dean stopped short, nudging Sam in the arm and pointing to a pool of blood over by the dumpsters. They hurried over to find the missing man with a large bite in his neck. His eyes were wide and he was clearly in a lot of pain. "Hey, hey. Don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay" Sam promised, kneeling beside him. Dean remained standing. "Where is she? Where'd she go?!" The man pointed vaguely down a side alley and Dean took off.
The alley was a deadend but there were a few nooks and crannies she could easily fit into as a hiding place so rather than running around like a chicken with its head cut off, Dean decided to lure her out instead. Stopping in the exact center, he held up one arm and drew his machete across his flesh, producing a deep bloody gash. "Smell that" he hollered, lifting his arm. "Come and get it!" With a growl, a young blond woman leapt out from around the corner, her fangs glinting in the moonlight, fresh blood matting on her chin. "That's right. Come on." Dean waved his bleeding arm tauntingly. "I smell good, don't I? Well I taste even better." He held up his machete and then made a big show of dropping it to the ground so she would feel comfortable enough getting closer. She hesitated, her eyes glued to the cut. "Come on" Dean insisted. "Free lunch!"
After another second of hesitation, the vampire lunged. Her fangs were less than an inch away from sinking into his neck when he whipped out a syringe of deadman's blood and plunged it into her neck. She dropped like a stone. Dean placed a hand to his neck and nodded triumphantly as Sam came jogging up, looking concerned. "What?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "Cutting it a little close there weren't you?" "It worked didn't it" Dean pointed out, looking down at his sliced arm with a wince.
"Ow."
