Magic Fingers and Lost Memories [Open]

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Dean made an interesting discovery in the cubbie beds of the Sleeping Hall. Creepy as the beds were, the pulsing walls were remarkable a lot like the Magic Finger beds in some of the motels he and Sam used to stay in. So he spent part of the time earlier rocking out to Led Zeppelin on one of the beds.

Now he was casually cleaning his guns in the Hangar, leaning against the Impala, clearly well experienced and efficient in his actions. Quietly singing 'Ramble On' as he did so.

Sometimes he'd glance around to keep track of his surroundings. It was quiet now, but that didn't mean there couldn't be a new threat somewhere. Sometimes he'd look upward. Soon, had to be soon. He had to ask Stacey for them. He had to get his memories back of what happened when he was grabbed. He had to know for sure if he and Sammy were free from being worn to the end of the world prom or not.

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[bigbad]

Spike noticed the silence and wondered what Dean wasn't saying. But he didn't comment. "Well, I've only been doing it a few years. It's easier now that I got a soul." And harder in other ways. But Spike didn't want to brood too much. That was Angel's thing.

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Dean always kept his secrets close, and his mind guarded.

He then asked, "So what are vampires usually in your world, huh? More like zombies only with the bloodlust? Because back home, they're infected undead who like blood." Hard SOBs to kill too. Staking just pisses them off, have to decapitate the suckers.

[bigbad]

Spike shook his head. "We lose our souls and get a demon in us instead. It gives us powers humans don't have, and immortality. All it costs is daylight and a heart beat. And caring what you do to any innocent human that gets to close." He frowned, looking into the distance for a moment, then glanced at Dean. "I'm pretty much unique among vampires. The rest you'd do well to stake on sight."

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"Great, so you got a special bloodsucking demon taking you out for a drive. So what, having the soul back just cancels it out. Doesn't drive the demon out all together, or you two do a timeshare?"

Now Dean was wondering if that meant devil's trap and salt would be good deterrents for such beings.

"Just a stake, damn at least that's easier."

[bigbad]

Spike rolled his eyes. "No, you ninny. It doesn't work like that. I am a demon. But I'm one of the good guys now." He snorted. "I'm a sodding hero, of all things."

He raised an eyebrow. "What, vampires in your world don't die with a stake?"

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"Hey blondie, you're a vampire. Soul or no, you should be lucky I haven't ganked you already." Monsters aren't supposed to be the good guys, or if they are, they always turn.

Dean shook his head, "Nah, just pisses them off. Decapitation."

[bigbad]

Spike snorted and glanced at him. "Like you could. I've survived attempts from better than you, boy." But just in case, Spike decided not to bring up any of his other weaknesses.

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Dean actually grinned, and it wasn't a nice grin at all. It was one promising violence. He did so enjoy hunting after all.

"You really want to test me here. Now?"

[bigbad]

Spike shrugged and smirked right back. "I've never been one to turn down a fight. Yeah, all right." He started away from the car. "Where can we go? I'm assuming you don't want that pretty car of yours to get destroyed in the crossfire."

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Dean's voice turned cold at that, "You so much as scratch the car and I take your head right here and now." There was a reason why Alastair like him being his apprenticed torturer in hell.

"Somewhere in the city, plenty of ruins down there. Nobody would notice a few more." Also less chance for Violations.

[bigbad]

Spike laughed at him. "Figured you'd be that type. Reminds me of Angel. He likes his cars nearly as much."

He nodded and put a hand forward. "Lead the way. I'm new here."

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Dean didn't answer that. The Impala was his baby, been so ever since Dad gave her to him on his 18th birthday, and he took damn good care of her.

He nodded, checking the car one more time before walking out to head to the city level.

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Spike followed him, looking around curiously. "How long've you been here?" he asked.

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"A few months I guess. Got no calendars and we sure as hell ain't on Earth so can't tell for certain."

[bigbad]

"Bloody hell. This'll be fantastic." He looked around as they entered what had to be the city. "Got any specific location in mind, then?"

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"Not really," They were now near a building that was only half there, half in ruins. Dean got into a ready stance.

[bigbad]

Spike didn't bother with pretense or stances. Without further discussion, he tried for a straight punch to the face.

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Dean immediately moved to block his punch, and pivoted to bring his free fist toward Spike's left side, just under the ribs. He wasn't fast as a vampire or a Slayer, but fast and accurate for a seasoned human fighter.

[bigbad]

Spike didn't bother blocking, but he moved back with the blow, grabbing Dean's wrist and shifting his weight to try and throw Dean down to the ground.

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Dean jerked, but he still got thrown to the ground. He didn't stay there long, trying to kick at Spike's kneecap.

[bigbad]

Spike stepped out of the way of his kick, but he didn't keep attacking. He stood back, standing loose and ready, waiting for Dean to get back up.

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Dean rolled and stood quickly. Though he didn't straighten fully, instead coming right at Spike to tackle him to the ground.

[bigbad]

Spike went down and grabbed him, growling, teeth bared. He didn't go into gameface, though. He didn't want to scare the vampire-hunting human too much. Instead, he grabbed Dean's shirt with one hand and swung at him repeatedly with the other.

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At least the bared teeth and growling was familiar to Dean, and he took a few blows, but then shoved him away.

Time to get down and dirty, as he grabbed a flask from a pocket, and quickly unscrewed the lid to splash a few precious drops toward Spike.

[bigbad]

Now, that was just cheating. Not enough holy water landed on him to do more than annoy, but it did sting and made Spike recoil a little. He wiped his cheek with the sleeve of his duster, then gave a sharp, nasty grin, tongue poking out from between his teeth.

"Well, if that's how you want to play it," he said, then he rushed at Dean again, aiming a punch at his face and at his gut in quick succession.