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.

[He almost snorts. Almost]

It's not me I'm worried about getting hurt. Vampires-

[He stops, deciding to go a different route.]

If he's telling the truth, then fine. But there's a good chance he's not. And I'm not willing to take the chance.

But-!



Are ya cross with me?

No, I just-

[Bingo, but he's not ready to admit that. And the more it dawns on him the more upset he gets about it. He sighs with an awkward shrug.]

I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me.

You're actin' like I can't take care o' m'self. Don' worry. I'll be fine.

I know.

[He doesn't want to get into it over vampires vs. aliens.]

I just want to make sure you're safe.

[God, he sounds like Dean. This whole conversation has sounded more like Dean then him. It must be the tension of the house.]

I can appreciate tha', but...

Between you an' me, there's this bloke named Sam Winchester, an' I think 'e's already got me taken care of.

Oh yeah? [He scoots in with a small smile.] I hear he's kind of a jerk, but I could take him.

Yea. Completely stubborn, too. Tall an' stubborn, like some sorta- uh...

[He's about to answer with one of the several names he's been called over the years, but falls quiet when Rose begins to laugh. And especially when Rose lays her head against his shoulder.

Sam smiles, laughing lightly once or twice. It's a nice sort of relief, but to be honest, he's distracted by her up against him like this. Moonlight shining off her blonde hair. The white nightgown.

He doesn't realize it until his hand is brushing lightly through her hair to comfort, but-

She looks just like Jess.

A pang of hurt crosses his face in the dark and his hand drops back to his side. Hopefully she doesn't notice the retreat. Somewhere in the back of his mind Sam can hear the fire.

And he pulls away, forcing them to separate.]

S-so what time are we meeting, uh-?

Well, not tonigh'. Tomorrow, maybe. Late, when 'e wakes up. Midnigh' is easy enough t' remember, yea? We're both usually still up a' tha' hour, anyway.

Yeah, okay.

[He rubs a bit of sleep out of one eye. Hnngh he's so torn over so many things right now, you have no idea.

But because they live next door to each other, he waits for her to leave so he can follow. Sam isn't even tired, really. Not with all this to think about, now. All this to not talk to Dean about.

He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out. And he will find out sooner or later. He always does.]

[Though he lingers for as long as possible.]

Goodnight, Rose.

G'nigh', Sam.



In case I ain't told'ja... you're the best part abou' bein' stuck 'ere.