Beat it (DEAN)

[Ashlee Joy Burkle]

A gloved fist slammed hard into the punching bag, powder flying off the object with each jab. Ashlee stood there, attacking it with very precise and studied moved. She wasn't half vampire for nothing, which was why she could easily pass off as a slayer. She had the strength, the agility, everything a slayer had but one thing. The blood lust. Ashlee hadn't fed in a while, she was stealing from Spike's stores, which he still didn't know about. It was hard to believe that he was her father, the real deal, standing around, talking, being a pest to everyone else. She found herself staring at him often, but she didn't say a word to anyone. Angela was just as creeped out with Buffy and Angel here, all mingly, and sneaking off sometimes together, it was freaky for the redhead.

Unnaturally, but gorgeous red locks fell into her eyes as she kicked the bag hard, her teeth bared as she cried out. All that pent up rage was bubbling out in her as she continued to lay out attacks on the punching back, watching as it shifted harshly with her jabs. She missed her life, it was sad to say. Her world had been dark, hideous, and over run by the demons of the world. Here, it was bright, happy, and sick to the half vampire. She missed her children, her husband, all of them.

The gunshot sounds echoed in her head, the sound of Danny's last breath and then her voice screaming his name and she cried out, broken and bitter as she slammed her fist hard into the punching back and the bag flew off the hinge and onto the ground several feet away. She stood there, heaving as tears rolled down her cheek, mixing with the sweat. She stood in her black sports bra and black shorts, sweat beading on her forehead and chest. She wanted out of here, but she knew it wouldn't happen. She shivered, brushing the tears off her face as she stared at the punching bag on the floor, her gloved hands on her hips. She just wanted it all back.

[Dean Winchester]

Los Angeles was a huge city. It was always a favorite of Dean's however. All the young, wannabe actresses running about half dressed trying to use sex to get jobs. What could be better? A little charm and a few drinks and hell, he had himself quite the night. Sam had always looked down on him for all the one night stands, but he also knew Dean could have nothing more then that. It was impossible to have more when you were constantly on the run from demons, to demons, from the police, etc.

Or you know, spending four months in hell before mysteriously escaping with no memory of it.

But that was an entirely different story, and surely not one he felt like thinking about at the moment. It had been the only thing in fact that he had thought about since his escape. Everyday his thinking gave him a headache. Everyday he wished he could find his brother and figure out what was going on. Everyday was the same.

Since arriving in Los Angeles all he'd done is drink basically. He had taken money from an empty vampire nest. Well, it wasn't empty until he'd killed them all that is. It had been a nice amount, and he still had enough left for a few more weeks. Something had caught his ear here however. A hotel specifically, vampire slayers in training? Hmph. He hadn't believed it at first so he'd decided to pay them a visit.

Not only was it true, but he'd also been granted permission to stay at the hotel for awhile. Right now he was wandering around looking for something. Or someone, to do. As he walked through the hallways something red caught his eye. Entering the sparring room he saw a redhead profusely training with a punching bag. The sweat glistening off of her looked fantastic. Quite frankly, she was pretty fucking hot. Entering the room he came up beside her and leaned back against the wall, his arms folded in front of him. Just then he noticed something else. Fangs? Well, doesn't this change things quite a bit.

"A vampire? Well hell, honey i'd let you take a bite out of me any day." He said smirking, his pearly whites shining from his handsome face.

[Ashlee Joy Burkle]

Ashlee had heard the doors open, the footsteps of someone entering, not very stealthy. She didn't bother awknowledging the human, male presence as she ran her gloved hand down her neck and pulled at the hair tie in her long redhead. She pulled it, letting the wave of red fall around her face before she turned to him, listening to him speak. She scoffed and turned toward him.

"You know, you've been here a whole five minutes and I already want to kill you." She said, flashing a normal smile. She was half vampire, she wasn't a full vampire. Sunlight, not a problem, faith objects, forget about them. Blood however, a needed substance to sustain her. She ripped the gloves off and walked away from him, tossing them to the back and looking at him.

"Is there a pregnant slayer here you should check on? You know, since you fucked her and knocked her up." Ashlee said with a smile before she walked over to the fallen punching bag and picked it up. She then relatched it, since it was a common occurance here for a punching bag to get knocked off the ceiling. She then turned back to Dean.

"Or do you just like pissing me off?" Ashlee asked, walking toward him and giving him that look. This Dean guy really had no idea who he was messing with, Ashlee's seen so much, things that could make him piss himself if he knew. And she had to deal with the fact that she left her kids in that world. She stepped from him and ran her now free hands down her neck and she sniffled, looking at the wall.

[Dean Winchester]

Her response was no shocker. Most people didn't like him at first. Well alright, actually most girls did. Women however, sophisticated, mature women, did not. This is because they view him as the typical male. Only interested in sex and cars. This was actually two of Dean's favorite things. He didn't really care what this redhead thought of him. There were plenty of good looking slayers in this building. However he wasn't about to give up on this one. Something in her looked familiar, but he wasn't sure what.

"Kill me? Or kiss me? I think the latter, by the way those eyes of yours just flew up and down my body." He said still smirking as he locked eyes with her. He had checked her own body out when she'd been walking away from him. Now that she could see him, he wanted to keep focused on her eyes and not body to make himself seem like less of a pig.

Fuck. So Lindsay had been talking about him, eh? Well he was a legend. Although it sort of lowered his amount of game, what with a slayer carrying his baby. He now suspected it would be a bit harder to get women around here. Never the less, he'd try anyways. What to do about Lindsay? Well that he didn't know for sure. Part of him wanted to simply shrug and ignore it. The deeper side of him knew he'd eventually have to take responsibility. For now, he chose to ignore it. He figured he was simply getting worked up over nothing. They were only rumors, and they probably weren't even true.

"Don't be jealous she got to me first sweetheart, seconds are just as good." He then said, smiling at her. His chocolaty brown eyes seeped into her own as he watched her. He swore there was something in her eyes that he recognized. In fact, it reminded him of himself. Though he still couldn't put his finger on it.

"Can't we skip this part and go straight to the hot sweaty sex?" He asked with a small chuckle. Sooner or later she was going to hit him. Of course he'd hit her back in defense as she was probably stronger then him, and then he'd be killed or banned from the hotel. Damn what he went through for some ass. Part of him always felt guilty for doing this to so many girls. It was as if he felt like he owed them something more. Though he continued on doing what he'd always done and pretended everything was fine and dandy.

It was then that he figured out what it was about this girl he found so peculiar.

She was broken inside.

[Ashlee Joy Burkle]

Ashlee was in no mood for this guy, not today. She just wanted to get away from him, and get outside. She wanted to hunt tonight, maybe catch something nice and sink her fangs into rather than stealing Spike's cold blood. There were animals in Los Angeles right? She thought to herself as she did her best to ignore the pig's comments. He was nothing like Danny, which was making it easy to not be attracted to him. Sure, he was handsome, but he was a complete jackass. Danny had been handsome and complete gentleman. Now, he was gone, guess good guys do finish last.

She tried really hard not to freak as he continued to run his stupid mouth, not stopping, saying that seconds were just as good. She wanted to throw him out the window, she wanted to watch him bleed but she knew that wouldn't be good for her cover now would it. She licked her lips and felt like her hands were going to just get a mind of their own and attack the bastard.

Then, he said they should just skip to the sex, that really pissed her off. Ashlee moved swiftly, as if in a blink of an eye was slamming him against the wall, grabbing him by the neck and watching his feet start to slid from the floor.

"Listen to me, VERY...closely fucker. You will not look at me, touch me, or even THINK about me...You aren't worth my time..." She snarled, full vamp face on now, her eyes yellow and angry before she growled, releasing him and then going back to her human guise. With that she cracked her neck and walked away from him, a look a fear pain and sadness in her eyes. He wasn't Danny, it wasn't even worth her time as she walked toward the doors to leave the gym.

[Dean Winchester]

This girl seemed in a rather shitty mood. She was dark and angry. Seemed rather familiar he thought, thinking of himself of course. Angry sex was always the best.. Snapping out of such thoughts part of him was beginning to wonder why she was this way. Dean already knows why he is such way. After his past, how could someone go back to being normal? It was simply impossible and he'd given up on that thought a long time ago.

Suddenly the girl morphed from a beautiful young woman into a fierce animal. Her fangs bearing as she held him against the wall, his throat closed off by her hand as he tried to breathe. It was then that he realized that he had gone too far. Right about now he would usually kick his opponent to free himself. However, he had caused this mess and he didn't want it to end in violence. Partly because he felt bad, mostly because he didn't want to get kicked out of the hotel before he'd had a chance to explore a bit more. As she released him he rubbed his throat for a few seconds before jogging to catch up to her. Stopping in front of her, he tried his best to look genuinely sorry.

"Listen, i'm sorry for what I said. I get a little out of hand sometimes.." He told her, his eyes apologetic as he stared into her own. He hoped that she would accept this. It was one of the few times he actually quit acting like an ass long enough for someone to see his true side.

"You alright?.." He then added as he saw just how emotional she truly was right now. Yes he was an asshole, but this wasn't just from him. Something had happened to her long before today that had screwed her up. What he didn't know, but he intended on finding out. If she wanted to let him in of course. He suspected she wouldn't, though he would still try.

[Ashlee Joy Burkle]

Ashlee knew that attacking him like that probably wasn't the best idea. He really hadn't done anything wrong, just mouthing off and she let it get to her. She knew that he had every right to go after but when she looked up from the floor, she saw him. The smug jerk had faded away and his eyes were more genuine than she's seen in anyone. She looked away from him, suddenly feeling like a lost little bunny, who needed help.

"No I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that." She said, her blue eyes moving to Dean, her vibrant red locks falling into her face as she looked up at him. It showed her that this Dean guy had some sense and wasn't a complete skeeze bag. He seemed sweet, but she wasn't going to fall for his crap, just in case it was an act. She felt like she'd be betraying Danny if she did anything with anyone else. Though, the longer she stood there, the more appealing Dean was becoming. That's when he asked her if she was alright and she almost burst out into a fit of laughter. Alright? She was far from alright, she was down right fucked up.

"I'm far from it actually but.." She looked away and then she stopped, slowly looking back up at him, shaking a bit. She wanted to open up so badly, cry even, but she couldn't could she? He was a complete stranger in all of this, he didn't need to know her life's story.

"I'm not from around here...Back home, my life was ripped apart...and now I have nothing...No husband, no kids, nothing...all gone..." She said, stopping herself before she wrapped her arms around herself, biting down on her bottom lip. "How are you supposed to be okay after something like that?" She whispered, feeling vulnerable again.

[Dean Winchester]

As she looked up at him he noticed she was a bit shorter then him. Her head was a little below his shoulder. It didn't bother him though, he got to look down at her delicate features. No longer worrying about her body or sex or anything he had been earlier, he simply focused on her words and what she was saying. This was definitely a different side of Dean. This was a stretch, though it was reasonable. Now him reaching out to someone? That was simply never going to happen. Well, until he found Sam that is.

Part of him wondered why he was dealing with this chick. She obviously had a lot more emotional baggage then he'd first suspected. Though he knew this was only the superficial side of him that he liked people to see talking. His true side actually felt sorry for the girl and wanted to comfort her. To convince her that everything would be Kay even if he wasn't sure it would be. To tell her she'd make it through, just as he had oh so many times.

As she spoke of a husband and kids he was almost baffled. This girl looked so young, probably not but a few years past eighteen. He could tell that there must be more to the story. Something he was missing that would ex[plain things a bit more. However he wasn't about to pump her for information on her past. Her past was like his; it hurt to talk about.

"I've lost loved ones too. Hell, I've lost myself." He then added, speaking of his recent...vacation.

"And all i know is that it will get better, you just have to be patient." He said as he lifted his hand to her face, gently pushing her red locks out of her face and behind her ears. Once he could fully see her face he couldn't help but move his hand down her face, slowly grazing her skin until it reached her chin. Once there he lifted it up so they were looking each other in the eyes. With this, he involuntarily leaned down and pressed his soft lips against her own.