Sam didn't think he'd be calling it off, not right now. Part of him liked it, sick as it was. The bite and the rush, even the way Dean always held him close like he didn't want to let go.

Tonight had just been weird and he was worried for Dean. Didn't know he'd been getting him into trouble and worried all over again how they'd make this work between them. It'd be hard to hunt for Dad if Dean had to please every damn vampire they came across. Maybe he shouldn't have asked him along, but... it had been Dean, walking and talking, a comfort, really. He didn't know if he could give it up yet, even if he was frustrated over Dad.

"I will, Dean..." He huddled back under the covers.

He wasn't sure he could fall asleep, but he was trying to.