Chapter Three:
(Sam POV)
There was no doubt in my mind that this woman was bat shit crazy. She was strong as hell, and it was taking everything in me just to keep her arms bound, her hip, her legs, everything else was free game. Once Dean woke and freed myself as the two women argued, we did the only thing we could, we attacked, they had questions for us, but we had just as many for them.
"You wanna tell me exactly what has your panties in a twist?" I didn't take my eyes off of the woman below me as Dean spoke to the blonde.
"You and you" She shot me a glance. "You're killing these young girls for what reason? Sport is this fun for you?
"Sport. You gotta be kidding me darling. Those women were Killers, we didn't have a choice. We tried to help."
"You didn't try hard enough" The blonde shouted before throwing her head forward and knocking Dean in the nose, there wasn't a follow up attack, she only stood staring him down as he tried to recover.
"They didn't ask for this, it was me. I gave them this strength, they don't understand what's happening, its not their fault."
Everyone fell silent at this and I risked a glance to Dean, I wasn't sure if the woman was lying, but they both seemed to calm down. I moved off of the brunette, holding a hand out to help her up, though she only smacked my ass with a smirk.
"You heard of Sunnydale Stretch?"
"Sunnydale? That's the place, the⦠hellmouth right?" She only nodded.
"B, me and a few others took it out. Please be impressed, everyone is."
"Faith." Buffy moved across the room to grab up Faith by the arm. "Why not just tell them all our dirty little secrets"
"So what do we do here?" Dean interrupted before another cat fight could break out.
"There is no we, Faith and I will continue finding the remainder of the slayers, we'll help them, teach them how to use their strength and you'll just stay the hell away and stop hunting or whatever the hell you call it."
"Its not that simple." I kept my eyes to the blonde, it was easier than dealing with Faith, she was wound beyond belief, and everytime my eyes found hers she had a knowing smirk, that was the kind of trouble I just didn't need.
"And why the hell not?"
"Because we can't trust you, or these women. How do we know you're not building some superwoman army to kill all the men?"
Buffy snorted at Deans words and I shook my head.
"Well how about this. We got word of three more potentials. Stretch with me, and Shorty with B. This way you guys can see what you're dealing with, and know that you're nothing but murdering pigs?"
Her voice was far too perky, but I glanced up a Dean. What could the harm be?
"You good with that?" I asked Dean, though I could see his annoyance at being called "Shorty"
"I'll be fine"
"Fantastic. Well lets go Stretch, I'm driving" Giving Dean a knowing glance as I take a calming breath and follow Faith out the door.
