"We should probably stick together," she remarked with a small, coy smile. "I don't know how much you can handle by yourself." Buffy had slayer skills after all; Dean, as far as she knew, was as human as they come. Besides, she didn't want to lose him. It had been a long time since she had been close to anyone, specifically someone of the opposite sex and she liked Dean. He was a mix of the two vampires she loved desperately, but more than that, he understood her. He was different. She could sense it.
"You probably stick close to me." The blond started off going right. The howling filled the air again and she stiffened ever so slightly.