"I swear, if this turns out to be another dog attack..."
"A dog that completely drains the blood of its victims?" Sam's eyebrows rose, "now that one we're yet to see."
"How can Cleo seriously not know the difference between a dog attack and a vampire attack, huh?!"
"Beats me," Sam shrugged, pulling his machete from his belt.
They inched towards the warehouse door in silence, and Dean reached for the door handle. He sprang the door open and Sam leapt forward, only to find darkness and not much else.
"There's nothing here," he said, letting the machete fall to his side.
"Only one way to be sure," Dean insisted, stepping forward to take a closer look around.
Sam readily stood watch by the door.
Faith
Faith flew back against a wall of the warehouse.
"Well," she said, standing up and punching one of the vampires. "I'm guessing you found me."
She spun around in a roundhouse kick, drawing her stake out of her back pocket.
"Now it's your turn. Go hide, I'll come kill you."
Dean & Sam
"Dean?!"
"Yeah I heard it," Dean's focus was through the next door.
He spun the machete in his hands and advanced, Sam disappearing through the main door and heading for the other exit knowing Dean had this one covered.
Dean made it through two more doors before frowning as he registered the fight. Recognising a girl's voice his heart leapt into his throat for a moment thinking it might be Jo. As he told Sam, only one way to find out...
He burst through the door, adrenaline and training taking over. One vamp instantly in sight, the machete decapitated it in one precise swoop. Another came at him from behind, who recieved an elbow in the face and then a quick jab with a dead man's blood-laden syringe in the throat.
Once the second vamp was out of commission, he decapitated the one that had been worhtlessly punching at his back, before trying to get a glimpse of the other fighter in the room.
Faith
Faith barely noticed the two new arrivals, she was busy fighting with the leader of this nest. She dodged his first two punches, but managed to catch the edge of the third.
"Slayer!"
Effortlessly, she drove the stake through his chest, watching as he dissolved into ash.
"Slayee."
And with that, she jumped right back into the fight.
Dean & Sam
Dean finally made that it wasn't Jo, but was a little more taken aback at seeing a hot chick instead. Shrugging to himself, he heard Sam in truble over the other side of the main room.
"Sammy?!" he yelled.
Realising this chick had these few under control, he ditched the main course and headed for dessert. Behind door #4, Sam was doing some ass kicking of his own.
"Dean watch out!"
Dean ducked in time and came back up to behead the vamp that attacked him. He looked upto see Sam taking on three of them - minus his machete.
"Dude, where's the merchandise?!"
Sam, too busy to reply, had pulled his own bloodied syringe and managed to get one of the vamps in his shoulder. Once down he caught the machete Dean threw to him and the vamp was no more. Now with a more effective weapon, he took the last two out with no trouble.
"Dude?" Dean was still standing there.
Sam threw the blade back to him, before going back to the opposite doorway and retrieving the lost machete.
Dean, after sighing with relief, raised his eyebrows and pointed over his shoulder.
"You will not believe what's going on in there."
Faith
Faith brought her arm around and sliced through a vampires neck, almost gracefully, kicking the second vampire in the stomach at the same time.
She refocused her attention on the last vamp in the room and then staked him, dusting her hands off on her pants.
Now, she could've sworn there had been other people here...
Dean & Sam
"Oh yeah?"
"Big time," Dean insisted.
Noticing it had gone quiet, he shot Sam a look before heading back for the doorway.
"Hello?" he called out.
Sam frowned, keeping his machete handy.
Faith
Faith spun around at the sound of a male voice. Her hand curled around her knife as she inched towards it.
"Hey?"
Dean & Sam
"Hey," Dean replied, coming into view with his hands spread to show he wasn't a threat.
"Nice job on those vamps there," he began, "but question: who the heck are you?"
Faith
"Thanks."
Faith tucked her knife away.
"Name's Faith. And who are you guys?"
Dean & Sam
"My name's Dean. And this..." he turned to the doorway to make sure he was actually there, "is my brother Sam."
Meanwhile his brain was ticking over, knowing that he knew her name from somewhere... Friend of Cleo's maybe?
Faith
Faith eyed the boys for a moment, thinking she at least knew the one who said his name was Dean.
"Ok, so, evidently, you know about vampires and stuff."
Dean & Sam
Dean's eyes wandered.
"A lot of stuff," he finally agreed.
"What's your story?" Sam asked, stepping forward to join the triangle.
Faith
"I'm a Vampire Slayer," Faith said, shrugging slightly. She flicked her hair off her shoulders.
"I guess the story has changed since then, but basically, one girl born in all the world, she alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness, blah blah."
She bent to fix her shoe.
"What about you guys, how'd you get into this?"
Dean & Sam
This time the brothers shared their look of disbelief. Knowing Dean wasn't up to it, Sam replied for him.
"It's kind of a family deal," he said shortly.
"Yeah, life's a bitch. And then you die," Dean shrugged.
Sam hit him in the shoulder.
Faith
Faith straightened up and looked at them coolly from beneath her long lashes, eyes lingering on Dean for a moment, still trying to place him.
"Well, thanks for the help, but I really gotta motor."
Dean & Sam
Dean suddenly snapped his fingers, making Sam jump.
"Boston High!" he exclaimed, "Faith Davies. I knew I knew you from somewhere."
Faith
Faith stared at him for a few moments and then laughed.
"Holy crap, you were... Brent? Something like that?"
Dean & Sam
Sam just looked between them, confused.
"Yeah! Yeah, ah... Brent... Campbell. Brent Campbell. Name's actually Dean Winchester," Dean grinned.
Faith
Faith laughed.
"Yeah, man, we had some fun back then."
Dean & Sam
"Oh yeah..." Dean mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Sam raised his hands in surrender, backing off.
"I don't think I want to know," he shook his head.
"My brother," Dean shrugged, "hey listen, ah... you want to catch a bite to eat later on?"
"I'm walking back to the motel," Sam called over his shoulder as he left the building.
Dean's eyes darted.
"Or right now?" he offered.
Faith
Faith smiled and shrugged.
"Yeah, why not?"
She looked over at him.
"Where've you got in mind?"
Dean
"Well... the diner about a half mile down the road ain't bad," Dean suggested.
Faith
"Sounds good."
Faith looked at him.
"You can fill me in on what you've been doing."
She started to leave the warehouse.
Dean
"And you!" Dean insisted as he followed.
"You were kicking all kinds of vamp-ass. I gotta say, if there were any kids in school I'd suspected of becoming a fang killer in future? You'd probably make top 50."
Faith
Faith laughed as they walked out into the open together.
"Yeah, well, that changed when I turned 16. How'd you get into the business? I was born into it."
Dean
Dean scratched his head awkwardly.
"Same deal," he admitted, "kind've a family thing."
He indicated his car as he produced his keys.
"You got a ride?"
Faith
"Yeah."
Faith pulled her keys from her pocket.
"I'm round the corner," she said, indicating the corner. "I'll come around and follow you."
Dean
"Woah, steady there girl," Dean teased, "don't know you that well just yet."
He smirked, unlocking the impala and sliding into the driver's seat.
Faith
Faith raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes sparkling cheekily.
"Don't flatter yourself."
And with that, she turned, hair gracefully flying out behind her as she left.
Dean
Dean led the way down the highway, every now and then throwing an appreciative glance in the mirrors at her choice of transport. In just minutes they'd found the diner, with a dozen or so motorcycles lined up out front.
He parked the impala and got out, waiting for Faith to join him before he ventured inside.
Faith
Faith parked not far away from Dean and hopped out, clicking the lock button over her shoulder as she joined him.
She looked at the bikes appreciatively.
Dean
Dean quickly eyed her up and down, smiled wryly, then led the way inside.
"Not much on the menu, but the guy's a good cook. And you look like you could use a good feed anyway," he said as they approached the counter.
He waited for the bartend to come over and gave her his order.
Faith
"Yeah, it's weird how slaying makes you crazy hungry and horny," Faith said, shrugging.
She scanned the menu, and then made her order.
Dean
Dean chuckled to himself.
"You're not wrong."
When they were done he found a table for them and scooted into the seats.
"So what brought you to the East Coast anyway?" he began curiously.
Faith
"Ooh, you want the long version or the short version?"
Faith leaned back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other as she smiled invitingly.
Dean
Dean shrugged, pouting.
"Dpends how long the long version is. I mean we have all night, and maybe tomorrow, but after that I don't know..."
Faith
"Hmm, you might regret that option."
Faith brushed her hair from her eyes and started the story.
"So, back before a major spell was cast, there was sorta a rule with the Slayers. Which is what I am. But basically, the only way you get called as a Slayer is if the previous one died. So Buffy, two SLayers before me, she died, but was revived, and in the minutes where she died, Kendra was called. Kendra died a few years later, and I was called."
She took a deep breath. This might end up being longer than she thought.
"Anyway, so I was called when I was 16. That's the age, for some reason. That's also why I disappeared from school then. I didn't see much point in continuing, so I left. But shortly after, my Watcher... Watchers train Slayers, it's all very official... she was killed by a vampire, so I went to find Buffy, who I'd heard a lot about. And that was in Sunnydale, you know, smoking crater in the ground now? Anyway, that's how I ended up over here. Well, I went to LA after I left Sunnydale, so yeah. Slightly abridged, and there's a lot more, but maybe some other time."
She paused.
"How'd you end up here?"
Dean's eyebrows rose, and he nodded when she was done.
"Okay..." he breathed, "and Dad thought vampires were almost extinct. Guess he should have visited Hollywood more often."
He smirked, then rubbed his chin with his thumb.
"No idea where Sunnydale is... was. Guess it doens't matter now of course. As for how I ended up here? We tend to spend a lot of time in the West as of about ten years ago. Don't exactly have a home to go to or anything, so we just keep moving."
Faith
"Yeah, I get that. Few years ago, that's all I was doing, moving. Moving targets are the hardest to hit, right?"
Faith swirled her straw around her drink.
"But now, living in LA. On and off. Have spent the last few months travelling the world, studying different fighting techniques."
Dean
Dean nodded.
"Our Dad was military. So we're pretty set with our 'style' so to speak," he admitted, "but good for you."
He sat back a little as a waitress brought their drinks. When she was gone, he took a big gulp, and shook his head.
"But yeah, hard targets. As if evil entities aren't enough suddenly we've got the FBI on our game. You do eventually get sick of trying to tell people you're actually the good guys."
Faith
"Mmm."
Faith shrugged slightly.
"Yeah, I was laying low with cops for a few years, but I have some connections in a pretty high up law firm, and they got me off."
She grinned slightly.
"So to speak."
Dean
Dean grinned at that, then leant forward and spoke softly.
"You remember that deal we made? Behind the sports shed when we skipped the fire drill that last year?"
Faith
Faith twirled a curl between her fingers.
"No," she said innocently. "I don't recall."
Dean
"We said we'd try out that thing called sex if we could only get rid of the cooties before summer holidays. Only we never made it to the summer holidays, because you ran out on me!" Dean pouted profusely.
"I did it with Cathy Baker instead, and boy..."
He shuddered.
"Not one of my finer moments. Of course the week after that Dad shipped us out to Milwaukee so I never had to see her again."
Faith
Faith grinned.
"I wouldn't want to break you, Dean."
She bit her lip seductively.
"I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more."
Dean
Dean's eyebrows rose, and he was silent for a moment.
"I'd forgotten how brazen you were," he smirked, "but hey, I can take a pretty good beating. I don't think you could break me."
Faith
Faith tossed hr hair over her shoulder.
"Mmm, but will you get the chance to find out?"
Dean
"I think the real question is, are you up for the challenge?" Dean grinned.
"Or are you afraid I'll be too much for you to handle?"
Faith
"Somehow I doubt I'll be the one in over my head."
Faith looked up as the waitress brought over their food.
Dean
"Finally, some red meat!" Dean's excitement flourished.
As soon as the plate was put in front of him, he grabbed the burger and took as big a bite as he could handle.
Faith
Faith cut her steak and forked some into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
She swallowed and then took a sip of her drink.
Dean
"So," Dean began with a mouth full of food.
"I don't know if you remember Sammy. My little geek brother. Always had his nose in a book?"
Faith
"Vaguely," Faith answered, taking another bite and chewing thoughtfully.
She swallowed and shrugged.
"But as I recall, you and I didn't spend a lot of time in a group with people or anything. He's grown up rather nicely though. Very cute."
Dean
"Not as cute as me though, right?" Dean winked, complete with food hanging from his mouth.
"Can you believe he ran off to law school? I mean if you were going to run off to study something, why would you torture yourself with law of all things?"
Faith
"Nah, Sam's cuter," Faith answered.
She thought about his next statement.
"Well, I mean, studying the law... that way you can find the loopholes in it. So it was actually a good choice."
Dean
"Nah, that wasn't his intention," Dean shrugged it off.
"He was getting ready to live the quintessential apple-pie life. Propose to his girl, have 2.5 kids, the whole nine yards. If the demon hadn't killed his girlfriend he'd probably still be there."
He paused to muse for a moment, before getting back to his burger.
Faith
"No, I mean, that would be my intention."
Faith shook her head slightly.
"I gave up wishing for a normal life long before I knew about vampires and demons."
Dean
"Aren't you a glass half full?" Dean teased.
"I at least waited until I was 16. And even then I'd known for twelve years."
Faith
"Well, 16 hammered the last nail into the normal life coffin, for me," Faith pointed out. "Because that's when I was called as the Slayer."
She took a sip of her drink.
"Anyway, how crazy have the last like 10 years, been for you?"
Dean
"Funny that. We both had something major happen at 16."
Dean shrugged.
"But yeah. Pretty crazy. Especially with Sam running off and getting into Stanford. Dad went missing a couple of years ago and it took almost a year to track him down. Finally found the demon that killed Mom when we were kids and brought that sucker down for good. And now..."
He hesitated, then shook his head as if to neglect a certain memory.
"What about you? Just been doing the slayer thing, or what?"
Faith
Faith was silent for a moment, wondering how much to tell him.
"Yeah, Slayer stuff, killed a man, helped try to end the world, ended up in a coma for a few months, went to jail, broke out, saved the world. This and that."
Dean
"That must have been a turn around. From endng the world to saving it," Dean mused, before stuffing a few chips into his mouth.
"Jail's not that bad though, huh?"
Faith
"Little one notch, eating the same thing everyday. But not too bad, reminded me of how I grew up."
Faith shrugged, non committedly.
"Guessing you did jail time too?"
Dean
"Not really," Dean shrugged.
"Spent some time in a county prison. Wasn't there for long. FBI's after us but we're always one step ahead. You get used to it in the field though."
He ate some more chips and brushed his hands off.
"Helps having friends in high places. You been moving around much or sticking to certain locales?"
Faith
"Ah, murder two, life."
Faith shrugged again.
"Mostly based in LA, but have recently been all over the world studying different fighting techniques."
Dean
"We never actually got to the sentencing part," Dean smirked, "but if it helps any I was up for three murders, grave robbing, fraud, and a bank heist."
He scratched his lip absently.
"Never been overseas. Don't really plan to go. The road, however, I've been surfing a long time. Never been to the Grand Canyon though," he frowned.
Faith
"Well, I turned myself in. It was that, or face death with the Watcher's Council."
Faith shrugged.
"Also, was considered criminally insane, so, you know."
She stifled a yawn.
"Yeah, never used to have an interest in overseas, but since learning all these kick ass ways of fighting, am more into it. Also, dimension hopping too. But, you know, kinda weird."
Dean
"Excuse me?" Dean's eyebrows rose.
"D-dimension... hopping?"
Faith
"Yeah."
Faith grinned slightly.
"Had my daugher in an alternate dimension... also died, and was restored in Valhalla, but they restored me to an earlier age. Then was taken out of there. So technically, I'm 23 again. Still. Currently. Should be 25."
Dean
"Riiight," Dean nodded.
"And I had absolutely no trouble digesting that at all."
He raised one eyebrow.
"Can we try that one again in English maybe?"
Faith
Faith laughed.
"It's a little complicated, and the only reason I can accept it is because I'd been exposed to it for a few years before it happened."
Dean
"So brief me," Dean sat up straight like an eager student.
"Another dimension exists. And my take is we're not talking about Hell."
Faith
"A whole lot of other dimensions exist," Faith said, leaning back in her chair.
"Hell dimensions, parallel worlds, one of my closest friends comes from another dimension, a world called Pylea. They just... exist. And have existed, since forever. Usually takes a good working of magic to get you there, though. And that's where a lot of the demons have come from. They left their dimension and came to ours."
Dean
"So what you're saying is basically that the Devil's Gate in Wyoming which..." Dean paused and shifted his eyes, "someone opened and let a heap of demons out of, was actually a gate to a parallel dimension. In other words 'downstairs' isn't actually down, it's next door?"
Faith
"Pretty much. Sunnydale was a Hellmouth, basically, a mouth of Hell that can be opened. And Cleveland is one too."
Faith made a face.
"I could probably get you some info on that sort of stuff, I mostly only know about the worlds I've come into contact with."
Dean
"I think I'm happy right here," Dean nodded.
"But if anything other than demons that we should be hunting comes from them, that might be good to know."
Faith
Faith finished the last of her meal and looked at the time.
"Yeah, it's handly to at least know about them. Then you can't be taken by surprise so much."
Dean
"Nothing much surprises me anymore," Dean waved off.
"Though we did have this one case about a year ago where this kid got abducted by aliens," he laughed, "which was hilarious. Turned out it was just a Trickster. He even cooked up an alligator in a sewer."
Faith
"They don't usually abduct anymore, I think," Faith said thoughtfully.
"At least, not the races I know of."
Dean
"Ha ha. Funny. Next you'll tell me they really do slowdance," Dean rolled his eyes, stuffing another few chips in his mouth.
Faith
"Yeah, occasionally."
Faith sipped her drink.
Dean
"Yeah whatever," Dean smirked, turning to look out the window.
He was silent for an extened moment, but he soon turned back more than a little freaked out.
"You're trying to tell me that aliens are real?"
Faith
"Yeah, I'm not too clear on the history, but I know Roswell really happened, they just scarpered after it."
Faith was silent for a second.
"The two races I'm most familiar with are sister races, Dathrian and Semirellian. And then there's Adige. My daughter is half Dathrian. Daths are more fertile, you see."
Dean
"Glad I'm not a Dath," Dean quipped, before he realised what he was saying.
"Wait, what the hell? How the heck have they hidden it so long? You'd think it'd be mentioned on the scuttlebut at some point."
Faith
"Well, they generally look like us," Faith said, shrugging again.
"They all have a shared power of atom manipulation, and then a specialty power. Like I said, I'm not one, so I'm not really sure of their history. My ex husband is one though."
Dean
Dean was hanging on until that last comment, but then he broke out laughing.
"Nice. You had me going there. But you? Married?"
He almost snorted.
Faith
"Well, it didn't last that long... I sorta ended up cheating on him. And he kinda walked in on it."
Faith made a face.
"We're friends though. Surprisingly."
Dean
"Keep going, keep going," Dean feigned interest.
"Really, this is rivetting fiction. You should be a novelist."
Faith
"Ah, well some people change... and some people don't, I guess."
Faith scratched her neck.
"Anyway, while this has been great and all that, I should get going."
Dean
"Yeah, sure," Dean rolled his eyes.
He finished off his food and called the bill, pulling a wad of cash from his pocket to pay with as he stood from the table.
"I guess we might be seeing each other round. We tracked that nest from Austin and the trail doesn't exactly end here."
Faith
Faith stood up and pulled out her wallet.
"The trail never ends," she replied dryly. "But good luck and all that."
Dean
"It's on me," Dean indicated her wallet before paying the waitress.
"And luck got nothing to do with it. You just have to be awesome."
He grinned.
Faith
"Well, yeah."
Faith headed for the door.
"Let me know if Sam ever loosens up enough to play... I think he'd be a lot of fun."
She winked as she headed for her car.
Dean
Dean raised an eyebrow, confused.
"Play what?" he called out, following her.
Faith
"In bed," Faith replied, grinning.
"I think he'd be fun."
Dean
Dean did snort this time.
"Yeah, good luck with that. He hasn't been laid since he slept with a werewolf and I don't see it happening again anytime soon."
He stepped over to the impala and opened the driver's door.
"See you round," he winked, before slipping inside.
Faith
"See ya."
Faith headed to her car and slid into the driver's seat. She started the engine and then zoomed off in the direction of Wolfram and Hart.