masquerading as a man with a reason

            Death probably had better things to be doing.  Sam didn't particularly care.

        “Was that a threat?”

              He tries to smile, but it just comes out as a grimace, so he drops it before Sam can see.

      "Just another day, right?"

       On any given day, there's somebody to mourn, usually someone dead because of them.  At least, that's what he's going to tell himself if it makes it easier.

"Dean’s th’only family I got brothuh, and I guess you too," she admitted, pushing her hair back. "You saw me back there, I didn’t want t’be her anymore, but here I am and I really don’t want t’do it alone," she swallowed hard. 

                        --He hated that.  It made it harder to deny the vampire.

      One more question, though.  "How'd you get back?  Any idea?"

             "You think you're here for me?"

"If you require something along the lines of resurrection, I would not suggest staying.”

             "Five minutes.  Longer and I'm... eating all your pie."

She took a breath, arms crossed. She was on the defense just as much as him. She never thought she was going to see Sam again, and seeing him now was just a coincidence. Then again, she had been looking all over, she was bound to run into one of those boys sooner or later. “If it makes y’feel any better, I honestly didn’t think I was gonna find ya. I just got lucky brothuh.”

              “Just like she didn’t want us to be hunters in the first place, right?

       —I refuse to leave this bed.