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hasperkynipplesIf Dean wasn’t used to the idea of the world ending, it might have surprised him when the Kandorians took over. Instead, his reaction fell more along the lines of well, shit, what else is new?
He really wasn’t looking to fight another Apocalypse, let alone two at the same time, but it was looking like he wasn’t having much of a choice. Upside of the Kandorians asserting themselves as the dominant race, however, is that they had a cure for Croatoan before it could decimate what was left of the humans. The downside? The red sun was awesome for vampires.
But then again, that’s what Dean had Slayers for.
They were holed up in what was left of the Hyperion Hotel, the five of them—Dean, Faith, Buffy, Cas, and Angel. They had contacts, other factions in other towns, with people they could count on, who were keeping the vampire population down to a minimum, but there was still only so much they could do. They needed to get rid of this red sun—which involved taking on the Kandorians, and that was something that just wasn’t in their wheelhouse. It was aliens, for Christ’s sake. So for the time being they were hiding out until they came up with a plan B.
That plan B happened to come in the form of a resistance movement, with a side of vampires.
Dean and Cas had been bouncing around from city to city ever since the invasion started, until they finally met up with Buffy and Faith and crashed at the Hyperion. There used to be more of them, but between the vampires, the demons, and the Kandorians, their numbers dwindled slowly. They did their best to save who they could, and mourned those they couldn’t.
There were days when Dean still expected Dawn to bound down the stairs and throw her latest theory out at him, all sunshine and smiles despite everything else going on around them, but those were getting few and farther between. For Buffy, he was pretty sure they never really stopped.
Just like he never stopped seeing Sam.
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He really wasn’t looking to fight another Apocalypse, let alone two at the same time, but it was looking like he wasn’t having much of a choice. Upside of the Kandorians asserting themselves as the dominant race, however, is that they had a cure for Croatoan before it could decimate what was left of the humans. The downside? The red sun was awesome for vampires.
But then again, that’s what Dean had Slayers for.
They were holed up in what was left of the Hyperion Hotel, the five of them—Dean, Faith, Buffy, Cas, and Angel. They had contacts, other factions in other towns, with people they could count on, who were keeping the vampire population down to a minimum, but there was still only so much they could do. They needed to get rid of this red sun—which involved taking on the Kandorians, and that was something that just wasn’t in their wheelhouse. It was aliens, for Christ’s sake. So for the time being they were hiding out until they came up with a plan B.
That plan B happened to come in the form of a resistance movement, with a side of vampires.
Dean and Cas had been bouncing around from city to city ever since the invasion started, until they finally met up with Buffy and Faith and crashed at the Hyperion. There used to be more of them, but between the vampires, the demons, and the Kandorians, their numbers dwindled slowly. They did their best to save who they could, and mourned those they couldn’t.
There were days when Dean still expected Dawn to bound down the stairs and throw her latest theory out at him, all sunshine and smiles despite everything else going on around them, but those were getting few and farther between. For Buffy, he was pretty sure they never really stopped.
Just like he never stopped seeing Sam.
( *** )
