They're... nice!



Is Dean around ya anywhere?

Where are ya?

Righ'. I'm comin' down there.

Uhm. Okay.

[But he's not sure why she's coming down there. Cas aside, it's late, and Dean is asleep.]

Bedtime snack, or wha'?

[Wearing a t-shirt and jim-jam pantrs of his own, he debates a comeback, but doesn't.]

I couldn't sleep.

We'll do our best t' find Castiel. I jus' saved 'im back in Oz. I'm not gonna go an' forget 'im now.

'ey! Brilliant! Cuppa tea would 'elp ya.

Is that your answer to everything?

[He says smiling, perched against the counter. Not gonna lie, though. There was something there when she touched him.]

Ah, tha's where you're wrong, Sam Winchester. It's my mum's answer to everythin'.



Sam? Uh, this is gonna sound mad, but... do ya trust me?

[And he's instantly back on guard. He should have known there was something else going on. There always was.]

Of course, Rose. What is it?

Good.



I need t' tell ya abou' somethin' dangerous in the 'ouse. You're the experts, you an' your brother. I'm sure you've dealt with the sort before, but once I tell ya, I gotta ask ya t' leave it alone.

[Sam stiffens and raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.]

What is it?

One of the new... people. 'is name is Eric Northman, an'-



'e's a vampire, Sam. An' you're not gonna go after 'im, an' if ya tell Dean, I swear I'll kill ya.

A vampire.

[He's very quiet for a long moment, thinking back to the last few times he ran into a vampire. To be honest, it's a good thing he knows before Dean. He's way more likely to let the thing live.]

What makes you think I won't kill him?

Because I'm askin'.



'e's from a different Earth, Sam. The people there- they know. Vampires live in society, goin' t' pubs, an' drinkin' synthetic blood.



Eric's jus'... different.

He's dangerous.

[He knows it's ironic all things considered, but he doesn't like the idea of a vampire running around unchecked. Or Rose running around with said vampire.]

I need to check him out.

Fine. Then you'll meet 'im. We'll go together.

[He sighs and shifts. Normally, under any other circumstance, he would have given her the third degree. But it's late. And he's tired of this house and all the shit it dumps on them.]

How long have you known about him?

Since righ' before-



Since righ' before I became The Doctor.

I was gonna tell ya immediately. I promise I was.

[Sam drags a hand through his hair. God their lives are weird.]

Has he done, or said anything to you?

He's tol' me abou' his life- the blood substitute made by the Japanese, the pub 'e owns- 'is role in Louisiana, basically.



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[He's surprised Eric would be so open, but that would mean assuming he was telling the truth.]

But he hasn't- You haven't let him- [eat you, he means to ask]

Listen. I would never let 'im touch me- not if it would 'urt ya.