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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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"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.

He'd been used to sharing a bed with another person, so it seemed pretty natural to gravitate towards one when it was in his bed. When dean settled in, Sam shifted to curl in a little closer, burrowing in.

Dean let him settle in close. His hand smoothed down Sam's hair and down his back, rubbing long, soft lines along his spine. He didn't need to sleep until dawn, so it was no trouble to sit there and keep watch over his brother. It was... nice. Nice to feel like he was doing something good and useful for Sam, for a change.

The soothing touches were making his dreams way more pleasant at least. He gave soft, pleased murmurs of noise, arm sliding around Dean to keep him close and there. If he were awake, he'd probably be more embarrassed about the fact that he was clinging to his brother practically, but right now? He was just relaxed, at ease for right now.

Since Sam was comfortable and at ease, Dean was hesitant to move away until he absolutely had to. He stayed there until he could feel dawn approaching and his body started to get heavy and sluggish. Much longer and he'd end up fried. That would not be pleasant for Sam to wake up to.

He reached for Sam's arm and started to gently disentangle him so he could slip away. Tried to be as slow and gentle as he could, hoping not to wake his brother.

Sam didn't stir right away, though the lack of a body to curl against got him to wake a moment, blinking blearily and confused around the room--wouldn't be surprised if he'd just dreamed it, really.

He saw Dean moving to slip under the bed though. "You going to bed now?" Was it already dawn? He should probably get up, look up cases or try to figure out their next move with dad but... instead, he was huddling under the covers again, eyes drifting shut again. Five more minute, then he'd get up. Let Dean get nice and settled in first.

Dean glanced back over when Sam spoke and nodded as he knelt beside the bed. When Sam snuggled back down, he grinned and reached over to pet his brother's hair lightly again. "Yeah, Sam. Goodnight. See you tonight."

Then he slipped under and pulled in the blackout fabric, blocking out all the light. In minutes, he was dead to the world.

"Night, Dean..." Or morning... that was more appropriate. when Dean settled in, fell asleep, Sam slept a couple more hours before he was up and about again. He grabbed a shower and decided to finish off that pizza for breakfast while he hit the laptop and Dad's journal.

Couldn't do a lot but kill time... and try to not dwell on the job they worked last night.

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