bloodnbadthings | An Unexpected Visit

They'd been at it over a month now with still no sign of Dad. There had been hope once when an old acquaintance of John and Dean's called for help on another case and informed them that he found Sam's phone number by calling John's. Suddenly the phone that had given them nothing but disconnect redirects was now clicking over to voicemail in their father's voice informing people to call Sam if they needed help.

Sam had... not liked that development. Dean could understand why. Sam didn't have anything against helping people, but to have proof that their father was still out there and knew Sam was hunting... presumably knew Sam was looking for him... but, he was still staying out of communication? Dean could understand why that was upsetting. All he could do was keep trying to track the man down and hope when they did, Sam could get his answers.

They were in the middle of nowhere Illinois, Dean still recovering from his first and last airplane flight, when their hunt met with an unexpected snag. Dean walked into their motel room after sitting with Sam through his dinner to find their room occupied. A blond vampire was stretched out on Dean's bed, lounging. Inwardly, Dean started cussing colorfully while he pushed Sam as casually behind him as he could.

"Hello, Eric."

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"S'okay, Sammy..." Dean muttered, still holding his wrist to his brother's lips. He didn't know how much Sam would need or how badly he was hurt, but he was going to make sure Sam walked out of here.

He fought back a groan as he felt those silver bullets burning in his flesh. Across the room, the desperate sucking sound was still going. That was going to be one empty corpse when the vampire captive got through with it. Lucky for him, he'd been dead when the thing started feeding.

Idly, Dean wondered what his blood would do to Sam. Faster, stronger, healthier, sure... but, would he be loopy? Crazy? He hoped the blood wouldn't freak him out.

God, this was so wrong... he was drinking down his brother's blood like it was good, but he did feel better, felt the effects and felt himself healing. Eventually, he forced himself to pull away, not sure how much to take and some part of him was nervous about the effects. He didn't know what to expect... knew what happened when you drank it from dealer's, but straight from the source? He felt fine though... better than, really. "Mnh.... Dean--"

He didn't even know what to say as he looked over his shoulder at him finally, mouth smeared with Dean's blood and brows furrowed in concern, maybe a little scared under the haze because dammit, what did he just do? "You okay?"

Dean nodded slowly and fought the urge to lap at the blood drying on Sam's neck. Figured his brother wouldn't appreciate another vampire getting so close after all that. It was a struggle to resist, though, so close and with what he'd lost from the bullets and healing Sam up. Still, Sam needed it more than he did right now. He wasn't likely to bleed out.

"M'okay. Just need a minute. Gotta figure out what to do now..." With one dealer dead, he knew what the local vamps would want. All the rest dead and the house burned. Dean was pretty sure Sam wouldn't approve of that, though. And he still had to deal with the chained vamp. That silver wasn't doing it any good, but no way he was releasing it while Sam was still nearby.

Sam finally snapped to his senses it seemed, wiping at his mouth furiously, freaked out more than a little. after that, he slouched back against Dean a moment, taking in a few calming breaths as he looked back over to the vampire that had attacked him.

Dean had given him that dealer, huh?

Bringing up a hand to rub over his neck absently, he looked down. "Yeah... yeah, okay." He licked his lips absently. "We're going to have to release him, right?" Of course they were. He frowned a little, adding reluctantly, "I probably shouldn't be here for that..."

To be fair, the dealer was already dead when Dean handed him over. Of course, even if he hadn't been, Dean would have done it anyway. He'd trade the whole house full of dealers to make sure Sam stayed safe. That was just instinct.

Dean let Sam lean on him, glad for his reassuring warmth. Still alive. Dean hadn't gotten him killed. "No, you shouldn't be here. Gonna give you the Impala keys, okay? You go back to the motel and wait for me. I'll get him loose and back where he belongs after you're out of range."

Considering he'd just nearly died a moment ago, Sam couldn't even... start to freak over the dealer yet. He just nodded at that. "Alright... Dean- you sure you can handle it?"

An Unexpected Visit

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