After he was in the Impala, driving away, Sam started to calm down some. He honestly... felt good. Strong. Knew it had to be the blood, but he felt really good by the time he got back to the motel. Instead of heading straight for the shower, he went to grab out his laptop... like trying to look up crap on drinking vampire blood would make a difference now. He'd had to do it though... he knew that.

Eventually though, he went to get in the shower and clean up. Had to get the blood off him... and inspect his neck. That- had healed surprisingly well.

After he was done in there, he decided to stretch out on the bed after changing into a shirt and a pair of boxers, waiting on Dean to come back. When he finally did, Sam pushed himself up, eyeing Dean as he stepped in, a little worried when he saw the state he was in. "Hey..."