[It's never been much issue for him back home, he supposes. Not something he'd blurt out in public (usually), but all his close friends knew what he was, and plenty of others suspected it. No secret identities or grave repercussions for him, not really. Cass had always been an honest sort of fellow when he wasn't trying to con money out of people, what you see is what you got with him.]

Not met a single vampire hunter in this world. Not yet, anyways. The native folk know who and what I am, and they'll still come up askin' for autographs and photos and shite, just the way of this world. Anyone that wanted a vampire like me dead also knows that imPorts don't stay dead, not usually, so it's a risky feckin' business for pretty much no gain. They'd risk their own permanent death for what? The chance to off me, only to have me show up again a few days later? Pfft, they ain't that stupid.

[At least the vampire hunters back in his world knew that every vampire could be killed off permanently, even if some of their methods were ill informed.]