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Maybe they were both fooling themselves. Dean could lease a house, stay with one girl, but their father had tried the same thing. It ended up with burned down house that still had mortgage payments and a deceased mother, who's body was cremated along with the house. He couldn't live that nightmare again. The fact slayers were dying consistent with fires was scaring him, too.
Would if Buffy Summers was next?
She may not be your average slayer, be she had her fair share of deaths to prove she was invulnerable. He couldn't lose another loved one for his own selfishness. He knew his brother would agree, but right now he needed someone to fill his head with lies. He wanted to live in a fantasy and not in reality. If there was even a fragment of chance he could live the life his father couldn't, then he would do it. Why did they always have to be the one who sacrificed everything?
He swallowed at that thought. Mournful eyes thawing out the minute he heard scurrying of invisible feet down the hall. Nimble fingers tightened around his beet bottle, staring badgerly in that direction.
He would have to do some research on this house later. They may not have the corpses to burn, but it didn't hurt to check our the grave sites, maybe find a way to locate the bodies. Dean seemed unnerved by it all, so he wasn't going to worry. If bursting lights, skipping down the halls, and giggling in hush murmurs were all these ghosts were capable of then it didn't plagiarize as a priority. Still, he would have a difficult time wrapping his head around this haunting thing.
"Minus the exploding lights and giggling, it's a nice place. I texted Cordy the day I moved in but she hasn't come over yet." He still couldn't fathom his brother going cold-turkey for one woman. While he was proud he had found someone he could share his secrets with, he wasn't sure how long it would last. Cassie ended horribly, this could still go unwell for him, too. The same concept applied to him and Buffy.
"Cordelia," he responded smoothly. He could understand why a girl was jumping at the chance to check out a haunted place. "How are things going with her anyway?" Dean hadn't told him much on her, and the same went with him. He only knew they'd been dating for about a month and Dean was no longer chatting up other women for a cup of coffee that turned into a one night stand.
Would if Buffy Summers was next?
She may not be your average slayer, be she had her fair share of deaths to prove she was invulnerable. He couldn't lose another loved one for his own selfishness. He knew his brother would agree, but right now he needed someone to fill his head with lies. He wanted to live in a fantasy and not in reality. If there was even a fragment of chance he could live the life his father couldn't, then he would do it. Why did they always have to be the one who sacrificed everything?
He swallowed at that thought. Mournful eyes thawing out the minute he heard scurrying of invisible feet down the hall. Nimble fingers tightened around his beet bottle, staring badgerly in that direction.
He would have to do some research on this house later. They may not have the corpses to burn, but it didn't hurt to check our the grave sites, maybe find a way to locate the bodies. Dean seemed unnerved by it all, so he wasn't going to worry. If bursting lights, skipping down the halls, and giggling in hush murmurs were all these ghosts were capable of then it didn't plagiarize as a priority. Still, he would have a difficult time wrapping his head around this haunting thing.
"Minus the exploding lights and giggling, it's a nice place. I texted Cordy the day I moved in but she hasn't come over yet." He still couldn't fathom his brother going cold-turkey for one woman. While he was proud he had found someone he could share his secrets with, he wasn't sure how long it would last. Cassie ended horribly, this could still go unwell for him, too. The same concept applied to him and Buffy.
"Cordelia," he responded smoothly. He could understand why a girl was jumping at the chance to check out a haunted place. "How are things going with her anyway?" Dean hadn't told him much on her, and the same went with him. He only knew they'd been dating for about a month and Dean was no longer chatting up other women for a cup of coffee that turned into a one night stand.