"Did he just call us wankers?" Dean asked as he took a step forward.
Spike tensed up obviously not letting Dean get the drop on him again. I quickly got in between them holding them both back by placing my hands on their chests.
Spike just stood there and let my hand rest on his chest he visibly calmed down under my touch. Dean quickly stepped back the second I touched him so my hand was no longer resting on him.
It made me angry that he had this reaction. All I was trying to do was stop Spike from ripping his head off.
"Both of you calm down." I told them.
"I'm always calm, love." Spike said with his signature smirk plastered on his face.
"You need to tell us what the hell is going on. Rite now!" Sam yelled obviously annoyed about Spikes presence.
"Things here at the Hell Mouth aren't as they are in the rest of the world. You don't have to be a human to be a hero. Yes spike is a vampire but he earned back his soul, and he is a hero. Spike is my friend and I won't tolerate either of you trying to hurt him." I told them.
They looked at me in shock. They could not seem to believe that I would choose a vampire over them. They seemed to forget that I have known this vampire for years and I have only known the two of them for a few days.
I grabbed Spikes hands and lead him out of the club. We waited outside sharing a cigarette. I don't know what it was that Sam and Dean were doing but it took the two of them about ten minutes to fallow us out.
When they finally walked through the doors Sam looked upset. Like he was going to snap at any moment. Dean looked so angry I swear he was going to explode.
"So what is the plan?" Sam asked.
"Yes love. Not that I don't mind you grassing me with your presence. But why is it you insisted on bringing companions?" Spike asked me.
"Let's talk back at my room." I told the three of them.
I walked over to Dean's car. None of them seemed to fallow. Once I was standing at Dean's car I looked back at the three of them. They all were standing exactly where I left them. They were all just standing there staring at each other. No one knew quite how to move around each other. It was as if they were scared that the other would attack if they made any kind of movement.
"Are you guys coming?" I asked them.
Spike smiled, put out his cigarette and walked over to me. Once he reached me he leaned back on Dean's car and smiled at me.
"Hey, Hey. Get off my car!" Dean yelled as he quickly made his way over to his car.
Sam fallowed closely behind.
"Hey I said get off my car!" Dean yelled again.
"Hey calm down. No need to get your knickers in a bunch." He said holding his hands up in the air. "See no harm." He said as he stepped out and away from the car.
He pushed Spike out of the way so he could get a better look at his car. Like Spike had somehow damaged it by leaning his ass on it.
"These are your friends?" Spike asked me sarcastically.
"There not my friends." I said as I hopped in the back seat of the car. Not wanting to look back at Sam who I knew would be hurt by my words.
Spike pushed the back of his jacket behind him and climbed into the back seat with me. He quickly closed the space between us and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"You've got to be kidding me." I could hear Dean mumble rite before he got into the car.
"So where are we heading?" Dean asked.
"Back to the hotel." I told him.
"Are you staying at Sandra's?" Spike asked me.
"Were else would I stay." I responded through a smile.
It was just always so easy to be myself around him. He was easy to be around. He was definitely the best friend I have.
"Room six?" He asked.
"Of course." I told him.
"What's so special about room six?" Sam asked. Talking the for the first time sense we got in the car.
"The windows are blacked out. No light can get in even if the windows are opened." I told them.
"So it's a room made for vampires?" Dean asked.
"Every room in the hotel is specially made. There is a lot of different kind of….people in this town. Some need to be accommodated to." I told them.
"Good I can stay there during the day. I won't have enough time to get back to my crypt." He told me.
Not bothering to ask. He knew he did not have to. Of course he could stay in my room. It would not be the first time. That's why I get that room whenever I come. I mean we lived together for a little over a year back in the day. A few nights in a motel room were not anything compared to that.
"Crypt?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. I got myself a nice little set up in the cemetery. Big space. No one every bothers me." He answered as if living in a crypt was normal.
"So you stay in the vampire safe room every time you come into town?" Dean asked me. Not bothering to look at me at all.
"Well my best friend is a vampire so I would say yes." I told him.
We arrived at the motel a few minutes later. Sam and Dean got out of the car not bothering to let us out. So I reached over and moved the seat up myself. I did not have to be looking to see Spike staring at my back side as I bent over. I could feel his eyes on me.
I just looked back at him over my shoulder.
"Are you enjoying the view?" I asked him.
"Always, love." He responded.
I just chuckled and climbed out of the car. He fallowed close behind me. We walked over to my room where Sam and Dean already stood waiting at the door. I unlocked it and walked inside. Sam and Dean fallowed me in but Spike just pushed rite past all of us and made a dash for the fridge.
He reached in a pulled out one of the blood bags that were stocked in the fridge. He opened up the microwave and literally throws the bag into it. Slamming the door shut and then starting it. After a few seconds the microwave beeped and he pulled the blood bag open. He reached over and grabbed one of the mettle straws that sat on the counter and stabbed it into the bag. Then quickly started to drink.
I did not pay much attention to this. Like I said we lived together for over a year. I just sat at the end of my bed and started to take of my shoes. Sam and Dean must have not been as relaxed in this situation as I.
"What?" Spike asked.
I looked up at him then followed his line of site. Sam and Dean stood there mouths open. Diffidently in shock. Not shore how to handle the situation.
"I'm just feeling a little peckish." He responded before quickly finishing the blood bag.
I got up and shut the door because no one else seemed to be doing it.
I could hear the microwave on again Spike obviously was heating up another blood bag.
"Is that blood?" Dean asked.
Spike just looked at him.
"Vampire." Was all Spike said.
He grabbed the bag poked it with the straw then walked over and plopped down on my bed. He was leaning against the head bored sitting up legs laid out in front of him. He just sat there drinking his blood. I heard a deep sigh behind me and turned around.
I could easily tell it was coming from Sam who had become uncomfortably tense.
"The bloods all donated." I told them. "No one gets hurt."
Then I looked over to Spike.
"Spike. Off." Was all I said as I pointed to him lying on my bed.
"Oh sorry pet." He said as he sat up.
He removed his shoes. Throwing them aside and then laid back down. He was always putting his muddy boots on my furniture. He knew it drove me nuts but did it every time.
I sat down on the bed next to him letting my legs hand over the side of the bed. Sam and Dean walked over and sat down at the small table in the kitchen.
"So why don't you tell me why you lot are in my town?" Spike asked.
"We here on a case." Sam responded.
"So why am I here? Could not handle it on your own?" He said strait to Sam.
"I told them you would help." I intervened before Spike and his big mouth got him into trouble. Again.
"What can I tell you? You know me to well. Just point me in the direction of whatever you need killed." He said with a smile on his face.
That's the Spike I knew. Always up for anything as long as it involved a fight.
"It's some sort of water demon. Mysterious drowning's, all happening on land and near no water." I told him. "So what do you know?" I asked him.
"How about you heat me up another blood bag and I'll tell you what I know." He said to me.
I let out a sigh and walked over to the fridge. I took out a bag and throw it at him.
"How about you drink it cold for giving me attitude." I told him.
"Well what I know is that all the victims are girls. In their early twenty's. All pretty little bits." He said with a smile.
"Why don't you try having a little respect for the dead?" Sam snapped at him.
Spike did not seemed fazed at all by Sam he just continued to look at me.
"Like I was saying. All pretty. They all are former or current implies of this day camp out by the lake." He told me.
"They did not mention a connection in the papers." Sam said.
"It's Sunnydale the cops don't really know what they're doing." I told them.
"Have you gone and investigated?" Dean asked.
"Did you not hear the part about it being a day camp?" He responded. "In case it hasn't donned on you I don't get out much in the day. Counting on the bursting into flames and all."
He then looked over to me.
"Sorry love. Looks like I won't be much help. But when you find the bugger let me know. I don't want you taking it on alone." He told me genuinely concerned.
"She's not alone." Sam said as he got up and left the room.
Dean fallowed behind him.
"Get some rest were leaving in four hours." Dean told me before following his brother out the door.
I closed the door behind them. I was convinced they were both raised in a barn. They never seemed to close any doors.
"Interesting little group you got there." Spike said.
"It's not like that. We worked our last case together and when I herd they were coming to Sunnydale I could not turn down the excuse not to go home." I told him as I opened up the closet.
"The tall one likes you." He said.
I looked back over my shoulder at him. I knew him well enough to know he was about to go into protective mode.
"What are you jealous?" I said teasing him.
He gave me his shut the hell up look before responding.
"Just stating the obvious love." He said.
"Well your wrong. Dean hates me and Sam is just being nice to make up for his brother being an ass." I told him completely meaning what I said.
I grabbed a pillow and blanket out of the closet and tossed it at him. For a vampire his reflexes were surprisingly slow as they both hit him in the face.
He looked down at what I had thrown at him.
"What's this?" He asked.
"What's it look like. Get out of my bed. You can sleep in the chair. I need to get some sleep." I told him.
"You can't be serious." He responded as he held the pillow out in front of him.
"Deadly."I told him as I climbed into bed not bothering to wait for him to move.
I felt the bed move as he rolled off. I listened to his footsteps as he walked over to the chair. I could hear him mumbling under his breath and could not help but smile at his frustration. I quickly feel asleep to the sound of him angrily mumbling and tossing and turning around in the chair.