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[Unexpected man in bright red ant armour in your room? Probably not.]

Ah... hello.

[Sam coughs as he lowers the machete, most of the vampires he deals with don't poof into dust when their heads get chopped off.]

Uh...sorry....I didn't.....

Edited 2014-07-05 18:08 (UTC)

[Buffy still held onto her stake, Mr Pointy, even as she raised a finger to indicated he needed to wait before she turned her head and let out a sneeze.]

One of the side effects. Sometimes I'm glad I don't actually have to see a doctor all that often. Imagine trying to explain lungfuls of dusty vamp. But let's get back to you and what you're doing sneaking up on a girl when she's trying to slay.

[Sam takes the moment he was given to cough the dust free of his lungs and dust himself off. He makes sure the machete is clean too then turns back.]

I wasn't sneaking up on you...I've been tracking this nest for a week. I didn't realize I had another hunter on my tail.

[He raises an eyebrow at her.]

Guess stakes work on your type of vamp huh?

For a week? Really? I mean... Yeah, of course. I guess that means you had dibs and it was me crashing the party. Sorry about that. I'm just not used to competition.

[Her nose crinkled at the word "hunter" but she didn't try and explain herself just yet. Better she let him spill the beans first. Then Buffy blinked and shifted her weight as Mr Pointy got tucked into her waistband.]

Type? I don't have a type. Definitely not a vampire type. I have no idea what you're talking about. Oh... Wait. The poofy thing? That's what you meant. Ah, yeah, guess that is what the vamps around here do. They're all big with the face change and the grr and the fangs and then even bigger with the dust.

[Sam grins, that full body grin that lights up his whole face and can charm information out of angels and demons alike. He hasn't smiled like that in a long time.]

It's okay really.....I would have backed off if I'd known you were around. It's kind of an unspoken rule. But I'm glad you were around....my kind of vampire are a little harder to kill. I'm....Sam by the way....Sam Winchester...

[That smile really was testing Buffy's resolve. She could even feel a grin of her own starting to blossom. She reached up to push some hair back from her face before she stepped forward to close the gap just a little more. They had been separated by the vampire but now that obstacle was gone and she could get a proper look at him standing there all big and tall and with the killer smile.

She was doomed.]

An unspoken hunter rule. Right. Yeah... It's a gentleman's game. Which is probably why I'm not so big with the rules. I'm hardly a gentleman. These vampires can be real pains in the neck, y'know? And occasionally not so easy with the poof but I don't think this one was much of a challenge. Other than the whole struggle I was having trying to take his outfit seriously. Nice to meet you, Sam. I'm Buffy Summers.

[Sam laughs knowing he should be uncomfortable with a stranger this close to him. But compared to other women in his life, this tiny blonde seems so...well normal. He looks down at her, eyes sparkling.]

That outfit was horrible you're right. And this is coming from a guy whose closet is full of nothing but plaid and leather. Also...Buffy seriously?

[It was all she could do not to just poke and prod a little just to make sure he was genuine human. She didn't like to think she had a type but she did know she tended to attract the wrong kind of tall, dark and handsome. So far though he seemed normal and he had a last name. It was a start.

She snorted a little when she started to laugh and could only offer a shrug.]

I can't say anything in defence of my parents. I'm pretty sure they just decided to inflict mental torture from birth. I mean, my middle name is way more average. At least Buffy leaves an impression. No one can really forget it. I've made my peace. And hey, the plaid and leather works for you. Layering is practical when you work nights. Keeps you warm. Also I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be complaining if a shirt got ruined. Me? I place too much importance on clothes. I get blood on a shirt and I'm already mourning before I can finish the fight.

[Sam snorted, he really didn't care about his clothes. Most hunters didn't actually. Though most of the knew how to mend a tear and make a sock last a few more miles by darning it.]

I grew up on the road, if you didn't learn how to sew then when a shirt died you made do until you could hustle money for a new one and that could be months down the line. So yeah I don't cry when I get a tear or a rip.

Yeah, see I've been too close to malls. Completely spoiled by the option to buy something new. Plus retail therapy. I mean, if you can't celebrate a good demon decapitation by buying a new pair of boots, well, what's left to live for? But I understand that it's probably not high on your list of priorities. I'd no doubt be the same if I was on the road.

For me retail therapy is a new book or some upgrades for my laptop. Mostly the laptop can't live without the thing. Sometimes I treat myself to something that hasn't been fried to high heaven. Weird but true.

Oh, so you're like a computer geek? Willow would love you. In a totally platonic way where you two can just speak computers and I'll stand by just happy with the fact I even know how to use iTunes.

[She gave more of a sheepish smile before her head tilted to the side and she tapped her finger against her lip.]

Well, I can't say there's any salad bars open right now. And to be honest I'm not entirely great with the cooking, but I could try. You know, if you didn't have to get back on the road now that the nest has been dealt with.

Huge computer geek, I demanded my Dad get me a Mac laptop as soon as they were on the market. It helps with the research and the hacking too when you need it.

[Sam smiles back charmed.]

Uh I'd love to stick around for a while...I don't really have anywhere to be right now and my car needs a good once over. My brother would kill me if I let Baby get run down.

You're just ticking all the boxes aren't you, Sam? I do completely agree that computers help with the slay--hunting, but it'll never be me behind the keyboard.

[Buffy's smile grew and she pointed her thumb over her shoulder to indicate the way home.]

"Baby"? I take it your brother is more than attached to the car if he's giving it a nickname.

God Dean loves...loved that car to pieces, rebuilt her almost from the ground up after an accident a long time ago. 67 Impala our dad passed it to Dean when he was 18 and it was love at first sight.

[She picked up on his switch to past tense and immediately her face reflected sympathy. Even her voice quietened and she reached out to touch his hand briefly. She'd save the questions for later. Surely dinner should be had before she quizzed him about his brother.]

Then we will definitely make sure it has a safe place to stay. And you. Let you both get the full hospitality package. It's the least I can do since you're a hunter that's not actually trying to kill me.

[Sam smiled picking up on her sadness. His relationship with Dean was complicated in the extreme and it's easier to use the past tense then the present. He is thankful that someone gets it, gets how painful it is to let someone go and she understands without saying a word.]

Yeah I've been there....this job is rough on most people and there are those who can handle it and those who can't. Innocent people can get caught in the cross hairs. But it's always good to meet someone who gets it and I'm seriously looking forward to the full hospitality package.