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...Wow. Vampires. Who knew.

[She stared at the device for a moment.]

Wait...So you've been holding out on yourself? Basically just...not eating?

Not many know. Not about real vampires, anyway. Those who do, either hunters, vamps themselves, or food.

[He pauses.]

Yeah. I don't want to hurt anyone because of the... thing I've become. [that, and the cure, but he's pretty much accepted that there's no way for him to get home, and no way to have the cure. He gives a humourless sardonic chuckle.] Bang up job I did there, right?

I don't blame you, but Dean - you need to eat. [Feed. Whatever.] If you starve yourself you're just going to go nuts again and attack someone else.

Is it possible to just let you have a little without you going overboard?

I don't know. [he's never heard of it... but then he'd never heard of vampires that didn't eat people but lived on cattle until a few years ago.]

Possibly. [after all, he's not as hungry as he was... Zuko see to that. (and yup, he ripped him a new one for it, too. But it was necessary).] I'm not crazy on trying it, as you can probably guess.

That’s understandable.

[However.]

Except that you’re going to have to try it, I think. Why don’t you swing by my room and we can talk about this more.

[This seems a little personal to be broadcasting over a network.]

[He sighs. He knows that she's right.] I'll be right there.

[Dean talks the short walk round to her room, and knocks lightly on the door. He's still dragging his heels about the whole buisness, but he's here, at least?]

[Roxanne is always right. She turns the device off and tosses it aside and goes by the door to wait.

She knows it’s him by the fact that it’s a light knock, and when she opens the door instead of dead air or a psycho killer, it’s Dean.]

Come on in. [She backs away from the door to admit him, arms folded.]

Thanks. [He goes into the room, and sits on the edge of her bed.]

So... [Loss for words. Also shifting uncomfortably.]

Alright, so.

[She shuts the door behind him, and pulls up a chair to sit in.]

We need to work out a plan so you don’t go postal on someone again. [She eyes him.]

I’m assuming you’re not hungry now, because you’re not acting like a rabid dog.

[He looks at the floor. If there's anything that told you he didn't like what had happened, it would be that look on his face.] I'm... I've had enough to keep me in my senses. Damned kid near-enough shoved it down my throat.

Once I've... fed. Properly. I should only need to feed every two to three weeks. [A thought] Or that's how often they feed when they kill... so... maybe more often I'd be able to take less. [You'll have to excuse him looking very displeased. This is going against his grain in a large way.]

You're about to have this damned woman shove it down your throat. [She says this very pleasantly, but she's really quite serious.]

So if you took it in increments...[She taps a finger to her cheek.] Maybe you wouldn't need as much at one time, so no more epic freakouts?

In theory, that'll work.

First, there's a guy here. Kurda smalt. [Dean's fingers work fast on the blackberry. he hands it over to her, an unsent private text on it.] If you're insistant on "shoving it down my throat"- [He finishes that sentence, because she seems the sort of woman who doesn't get talked out of shit easy]

If it... If I can't stop, send that to him. He'll be here quickest, and he has the best chance of stopping me before I... [He can't even say it.] Call that text your failsafe.

Oh, I'm insistent.

[She takes the device and stares at the text.]

Before you kill me.

[She's also not squeamish, Dean. There's little that actually frightens Roxanne.]

Gotcha. Let's do it.

[It was more he couldn't say it, because he's actually worried it might happen.]

...give me your arm. [As he says it, his second set of teeth extend over his first.]

[She is...Definitely gripping the hell out of that device a she holds out her arm.]

[He leans in, and sinks his teeth into the soft under flesh of her arm, near her wrist. The blood wells as his teeth sink in, and he begins to suck.

As soon as he takes that first mouthful, his grip tightens and pulls it into him as much as he can.]

[She grunts. Okay, ow.

OW.

She winces slightly, and glances away briefly as she continues to keep that device in her other hand, fingers pressed firmly on the send button.]

[He's sucking on it hungrily. His eyes close, and he's listening to her blood as it pumps around... and around... and as it's slowly slowing down as she's losing blood from the wound on her wrist.

It takes physical effort to take his teeth from her wrist, and he's ripped off the left sleeve of his shirt to make a makeshift bandage - not thinking about the scar of Cas's handprint that takes up his arm just under his shoulder.

First question first, anxiously] Are you okay?

Yeah.

[Her arm felt tingly and she felt lightheaded, but otherwise, alive.]

I'm okay.

...Feel better?

[He nodded with a small affirmative grunt, before teeth slide back into place..] Much, thanks.

[Still not something he's overly keen on making into a habit, even if it is a necessity]

[She looks down at her arm uncertainly, but it isn't too bad - it aches a little, but nothing serious.]

So - I'm not going to randomly turn into a vampire, am I?

No, you won't. The only way I can turn you is by blood exchange. Yes, that is as gross as it sounds.

Either you ingest it, or I bleed into an open wound.

Well. That's good to know.

[She flexes her fingers.]

I'll try to keep from chewing on you in revenge.

[He chuckles] That's probably best.

Sorry. About the whole stalking thing.

It's alright. [Roxanne leaned back.]

Sorry about the whole dehydrating thing.

It's fine. most it did was make my head a little muzzy [understatement.]. I fell on my ass about fifty times, and felt like one of the times that I ended up in the hospital. [Which happened not as often as you'd think. They did a lot of patch-ups in the motel. If they were in the hotel, it was usually serious, and that involved drugs. Lots of them.]

You should sleep. and eat as soon as there's food.

Mhm. I've heard that it's a little disorienting.

[She rubbed a hand over her face.]

Yeah. I think I need a nap.

[He shifted off the bed] I'll let you rest. If you need anything, call me.

Thanks, for this.

Will do.

[She crawls up on her bed, sliding under the covers.]

Sure. Better this than getting chased around for dinner. There's better ways to get dates, Dean.

[He chuckles] good night. [And he leaves the room, amused.]

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