"I don't know. Maybe, if I don't start playing by their rules." Lots of vampires managed to get along without ever playing any politics, but Dean had the misfortune of being brought over right under the nose of a very politically savvy sheriff. He didn't get the option of flying under the radar.

He sighed at Sam's anger, expecting it, but it still stung. He was trying to protect Sam from being hurt, but he knew Sam wouldn't appreciate the method.

"I'm doing everything I can to make sure nobody bites you, Sam." He put his head in his hands and shook it miserably. Should have sent Sam away the minute he turned up in the club. Sam would have hated him for it, but he'd be safe from all this. "They'll assume I feed on you whenever I want and that we're probably lovers. I'm sorry, alright? I was trying to protect you."