you wouldn't like me when i'm hungry.
hey, you don't know that! for all we know, fangs might turn me on.
in which a dhampir by the name of frances cohen saves dean winchester from a vampire, and soon finds herself being a part of the family busine...
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𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊
Dean stands outside of a two-story home, his hands clenched into fists at his side. He had been outside for an hour now. I had followed him when I spotted him at the edge of a neighborhood I was very familiar with. I stayed hidden, slinking in the foliage that shrouded the landscape.
I could only imagine his thoughts. He wanted—no, needed—to hunt, to feed. And he wouldn't hesitate to kill.
With this in mind, I don't hesitate to lunge towards him. He overpowers me, grabbing my shirt and slamming me into a nearby oak tree. I flip us around to where my hand is clamped around his throat, pressing him into the oak tree. Bark cracks and splinters around him as I hold him in place. He attempts to struggle, but his efforts are made futile when I dig my nails into the skin of his neck, causing him to grit his teeth.
"Dean!" I whisper-yelled, my eyes wide as he stares down at me, jaw clenched. "It's just me!"
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asks, pushing me back until he's able to slam me into the tree once more. His grip on my throat is tight, and he applies pressure to my windpipe. I can feel the jagged bark digging into my arms and pricking my skin through my thin white t-shirt. I curse myself for leaving my leather jacket in the motel room. "You're supposed to be back at the motel with Sam."
Full of frustration, I shove him, causing Dean to stumble back and fall onto the dewy grass with a hard thud. I dusted off my arms and look down at him. "I followed you to make sure you weren't up to any sort of trouble."
"I can handle myself."
"Not when your only desire is to feed. To hunt. To kill," I retort, crossing my arms over my chest. My stare is now calloused, eyes narrowed. This was a serious topic, and I hoped he would take my advice. "I know how it works, I was in your situation once."
Dean glances up at the two story house. Then he meets my eyes once again; his expression softens. "Look, I just want to speak with Lisa and Ben. That's all I ask."
After a moment of contemplation, I sigh. It was clear that he cared about these people, whoever they were. "Okay, fine."
He gives me a grateful nod, and then slips through an upstairs window with gracefulness I didn't know he had. I knew the agility was a perk of becoming a fledging vampire.
I hoped that he could fight his urges. They would get stronger by the second until he couldn't take it anymore.
The minutes of anxiety-filled waiting feel like hours. I resort to looking up at the stars to pass time, counting multiple beacons of light that scattered the endless black canopy above. Just when I get to a number high enough that I can't keep track of it any longer, Dean exits the home, covering his mouth with one shaking hand.
