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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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It was definitely more potent. Dean was still a young vamp, so his blood wouldn't give crazy amounts of strength and speed like Eric's might have, but Sam could give any human (or two or three) a run for their money right about now. Some people did okay and didn't freak out on the blood, so Dean was going to hope like Hell Sam was one of those.

Once he'd given Sam time to get away, he pulled a knife from a sheath in his boot and set to work digging those bullets out of his chest. It took a while and hurt like a bitch, but eventually, they fell to the floor. Once he could move again, relatively freely, he pulled on his leather gloves and went to work freeing the vampire still trapped there. Unfortunately, he was a little too weakened by the blood loss and the silver effects to stop the other vamp when it shot by him and up the stairs. Dean got to the top of the stairs in time to hear on of the three captives scream.

God, he had a mess on his hands.

It took some time, but Dean eventually got the other vampire under control and clear-headed enough not to kill anyone else. For now, anyway. The bodies were dragged to the basement and he used gasoline siphoned from the dealer's car to set one hell of a fire, engulfing the whole house in flames from basement to the top. By the time the fire really got going, though, he was already gone.

He took the dealer's car and drove the vampire, along with the two remaining dealers, their stash of V, and all the silver chains back to the local vampire sheriff. In hindsight, it might have been kinder to kill the dealers at the house and leave them, but turning them over bought him points with the locals and would, in turn, get Eric off his back. Especially since he delivered the other vampire alive, if not exactly in the best shape.

By the time he got back to the motel room, he was exhausted and in dire need of a damn shower.

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..."

Dean was glad to see Sam clean, relaxed, and relatively unharmed when he came in. There was still a faint mark on his neck, but that would be gone by morning, if not sooner. He managed a tired smile, relieved. "Hey. You feelin' okay?"

He sat down in one of the chairs to work his boots off. The shirt he was wearing was 'borrowed' from the dealer's house before it went up in flames. His had been too mangled and bloody to wear any longer.

"Yeah..." For the most part, he was anyway and he wasn't in the mood to get into the deep of it. Tonight had been too hectic as it was. He slipped to his feet when Dean settled down, looking him over.

"How about you?"

As long as he wasn't freaking out, Dean was okay with it. He tossed his boots aside and sighed, trying to work up the energy and motivation to get into the shower.

"M'okay. Tired." He looked down at his dirty, bloody clothes. "And filthy."

"Yeah, you can say that again..." He reached out to put a hand lightly on Dean's shoulder. He could freak out later about tonight, he figured.

"Dean... uh." he shrugged a little. "Thanks for saving me back there, man. I thought for a minute..." Well, that he was dead.

"I'm sorry, Sammy." He answered, reaching up to cover his brother's hand lightly. Sam's hand was warm against his cool skin. "I should have known there was another guy down there. If I'd been paying better attention to what was going on, you wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place."

"Dean, I don't blame you. Neither of us saw that coming." He looked down at Dean's hand as it covered his own, felt the chill against his skin. "It's handled now anyway."

Dean should have seen it coming. If Sam wanted to let him off the hook, though, he'd take it this time. He was too tired to beat himself up any more tonight. He let go of Sam's hand pretty quickly, aware of how uncomfortable the cold skin could be for the living.

"I'm gonna grab a shower." He stood and reached into his pocket, tossing a fairly large wad of bills onto the table. "The locals were very appreciative of our efforts tonight. You should order a pizza or something, if you're hungry."

"Okay..." He nodded absently, head tipping down as he stepped aside for Dean to go to the bathroom, grabbing some of the money to pay off the table. He wasn't actually all that hungry, but... probably should try to eat, consider much blood he'd lost tonight. Dean's blood had healed him, given him strength, but he'd need more to keep his energy up, he figured.

He went to grab the phone to make the order while Dean showered and once it was in, laid back on the bed to wait with a bottle of orange juice that Dean had been stocking for him lately.

Dean didn't plan to be in the shower long, but once he scrubbed himself clean, he kind of zoned out. Just stood there under the hot water and let it warm him. It was rare he wasn't ice cold, so he kind of let himself indulge a while.

When he could finally pry himself away, he turned off the water, stepped out, and dried off. He stepped out with the towel around his waist and a small one pressed to the sluggishly bleeding bullet wounds in his chest. In a day or two, they'd be healed, but he didn't want to keep losing blood until then. Time to bandage them up.

He was glad to see Sam drinking the juice. He'd been, probably overly, careful with his brother and blood loss since Sam started letting him feed on him, but after tonight, they couldn't be too careful for a while. "You got a first aid kit on you, Sam? I don't carry one anymore."

"Dean..." He frowned when he saw the bleeding wound, setting aside the drink and getting to his feet. He hadn't exactly been thinking clear enough to realize that, if Dean had been hurt, he'd been hurt bad enough that he'd still... well, be bleeding when he got back.

"Sit down, I'll patch you up." Since the thought of offering blood was probably a bad one and had him feeling on edge tonight after earlier. Not that he lumped Dean in with that, but...

He grabbed up the kit and went to sit on the edge of the bed, licking his lips absently, frowning. "Is it bad?"

Dean sat down obediently, waiting for Sam to get the kit. He shook his head at the question. "Not bad. Just need to slap on some bandages. They'll heal up in a day or two. If the bullets hadn't been silver, it would be faster, but..." He trailed off and shrugged.

If Sam had offered blood tonight, Dean probably couldn't have taken it. It was still too fresh in his mind, seeing Sam's neck torn and bleeding like that. It made his stomach turn. Almost killed by a monster, just like he was.

"So you got the bullets out already?" He sat down at his side and opened the kit up, nudging Dean's hand out of the way to clean the blood away- trying to be as careful as he could be. Felt bad enough that he hadn't even thought to check on Dean earlier, left him to take care of that mess on his own, wounded and still bleeding apparently.

After he'd cleaned the wounds, he went to put on the bandages, eying the bloody clothes absently. Couldn't get over he'd actually... had it in his mouth earlier, had been drinking it. No choice though. "All done, Dean. Want something to drink?"

He could heat him up a TrueBlood at least.

"Yeah, I dug them out." And disposed of them along with the silver chains and the rest of the bullets in the dealers clips. He figured he may have destroyed more silver weapons in the year he'd been a vampire than he'd ever used as a hunter. It was a strange change.

The cleaning wasn't really necessary. He couldn't get an infection, since he wasn't actually alive, but it seemed to make Sam feel better, so he didn't complain. He nodded appreciatively when Sam finished the bandaging. "Thanks. Yeah, that'd be good. I think there's still one in the fridge."

Tomorrow, he'd have to see about getting some more.

"No problem, Dean." Sam got to his feet then, going to put the last bottle in the microwave for his brother and while that heated, he went to get the door, pay for that pizza he'd ordered. After that was taken care of, he put the box on the table and grabbed the bottle from the microwave, shaking it up before handing it over.

"Here... maybe you'll feel better."

While Sam was paying for his pizza, Dean made himself comfortable against the headboard of his bed. There was still a few hours before daylight, so he had time to relax and rest up before he had to drop off.

"Thanks, dude." He took the bottle and had a drink, sighing. Definitely not the greatest taste in the world, but it helped ease the ache a little

He grabbed a slice of pizza and then settled on the other bed, eating quietly. He just... needed to zone out for awhile, try to distract himself a little. If that had been what Dean had gone through when he was turned? If it had... it had been terrifying really.

He tried to shrug those thoughts off as much as he could though.

Sam seemed awfully quiet. Dean glanced over at him a time or two. Finally, when the bottle in his hand was empty, he set it aside and shifted on his bed to look at his brother more fully. "You sure you're okay, Sam?"

"Hm?" He looked over at the question before giving a slow nod. "Just a little out of it, I guess. Think I just need some sleep or something."

he shifted a little to tug the covers up over himself, settling on his side and facing his brother. He'd just finish the pizza off tomorrow or something. "Good night, Dean."

"Okay." Dean watched him turn over and get comfortable. "Night. Sleep well."

Still had a while before he had to hide from the sun, so he laid there and rested, occasionally watching Sam. Still worried about him. After what he went through tonight, he had every reason to be not okay, but he kept insisting he was. Dean never should have brought him along. It was too risky. Sam didn't deserve to be put into that kind of risky situation.

It wasn't long before Sam dozed off--sleep wasn't very easy or relaxed, but he was used to that by now and it was pretty understandable, he figured, considering how spectacularly bad their job tonight went. He didn't blame Dean for it--he'd been the one to insist going along after all.

It was just hard to forget getting tackled and nearly drained.

Dean watched Sam struggle in his sleep for a while, then he got up and sat on the edge of Sam's bed. He brushed his brother's hair back softly. Soothing. He just wanted to see Sam rest a while.

"Mnh..." there was a little noise that escaped him at the touch before Sam settled again, one hand reaching out instinctively to try and grab on to Dean, hold on.

"Shhh..." Dean let him hold onto him and continued to stroke his hair back. There was time until sunrise, so he shifted around to sit with his back to the headboard and kept Sam close, making soothing noises and petting him lightly.

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