Who: Buffy and Dean What: Hunting the howling thing Where: Meeting at the door and then out into the woods When: After their conversation. Probably, night. Rating: Medium Status: Open / Incomplete
With little to no weaponry, the blond shouldered her bag and tossed on a jacket, heading to her bedroom door and then out into the hall. She never felt more naked about to go into an actual slayer mission. Then again, this wasn't home and all her good weapons were there. So, Buffy did what Buffy did best in such situations: she improvised. She snagged a few knives from the kitchen, made a few stakes-though she doubted it was a vampire-and nabbed a poker from the fire place. She figured this was as good as it was going to get here as far as self-defense was concerned. Besides, she was not going out alone. She had Dean's fine ass to watch hers in those dark, probably freaky woods. He might have even snagged a few weapons too. They would be fine or die.
Yeah, sounded like a normal day to Buffy.
Thumping down the stairs in boots, she flipped blond hair behind her shoulders and couldn't keep the weak smile from her lips at the sight of the hunter. Since coming here, she had become closer to Dean. It was a few drinks and maybe some other things, but all the same, she had grown rather fond of him and trusted him to watch her back. "Hey you," she greeted him. "Ready?"