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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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Like clockwork, at about seven that night, Dean woke and immediately zeroed in on Sam's heartbeat. Still there. Still relatively calm and relaxed. That was good. Not sleeping, though. That was less good. Hopefully, he got at least some sleep after Dean slipped away for the day.

He climbed out form under the bed and stretched, looking over to where Sam was sitting. Working, as usual. "Hey."

"Hey." He looked up briefly before turning his attention back to Dad's journal. "I, uh, got you some more TrueBlood in the fridge. Noticed you were out last night."

And it had given him something to do at least.

"Thanks, Sam." Dean went to the fridge to pull one out and heat it up. At least now he knew Sam actually went out during the day. That was a relief. It made sleeping under the bed worthwhile, at least.

He shook the bottle up once it was heated and wandered over to sit opposite his brother at the table. "What're you working on?"

"No problem." He idly rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, easing any soreness there. Yeah, maybe he'd spent a little too much time hunched over here.

"Just reading over Dad's journal... been looking through papers and online for anything too."

"Any idea where we're heading next?" Barring anymore vampire interference, Dean was content to continue following Sam's lead. He wanted to find their father too, but he was nervous about it. Particularly after last night. He had this irrational fear that John would somehow find out he'd nearly let Sam's throat be torn out be another vampire and, well... it wouldn't be pretty.

"Still looking..." He paused, tilting his head curiously as he watched the other. "I forgot to ask... how'd everything go last night?"

"Went alright. They were pleased with how the situation was handled. I assured them it wouldn't get back to the local vampires in any way." Which reminded him to check the news and such soon. Make sure he'd made good on that promise. "The vampire they had captive was the child of one of the sheriff's close friends, so getting him back alive definitely bought us points."

At least they hadn't managed to piss anybody else off, but the mention of the other vampire did make his expression strain a little. Just the idea that he was still out there somewhere, probably without anyone saying anything about how he'd nearly killed a human. "So think the vampires will leave you alone for awhile?"

Dean certainly hadn't mentioned that the other vamp tried to kill Sam. Mostly because, when the vampire went around talking about how good the blood was, he didn't want a lot of specifics known about who he meant. Hopefully, the rest of his nest would just chalk it up to his extreme starvation making him think the blood was so different and incredible. Still, he noticed the strain in Sam's expression and looked over apologetically. It had crossed his mind to stake the fucker for attacking Sam, but he didn't want to bring the wrath of a whole group of vampires down on them.

"I think so. I hope so. As long as I remember to present myself appropriately when we enter new territories."

"Hmm... good." Dean having to introduce himself like that? It was going to cut into even more of their time looking for Dad. He shifted a little, resting his chin against his palm as he looked across the table quietly. Still- he didn't think he could do it alone... didn't want Dean to go.

"How are those wounds healing up, Dean?"

Only an hour or two at each new stop. He'd do his best to keep the vampiric interruptions to a minimum, for Sam's sake. At least until his brother got tired of him.

At the question, he looked down and touched the bandages lightly. "Doing okay. Should be mostly gone by tomorrow."

Especially if he got himself out to find some human blood to speed the healing later. Sam didn't need to hear that, though. Dean was pretty sure Sam was done with vampire bites. And with good reason.

"Good." Not like he liked seeing Dean hurt. He leaned on the table, fingers idly trailing to his neck. Didn't really know how to feel about Dean biting him now-- on one hand, he'd never lump his brother in with what happened last night and on the other, he just didn't know if he could make the offer so soon after that... even if he knew those wounds Dean had would be gone sooner if he did.

"Hey- is there... ah, is there anything else I should know about- vampire blood? Drinking it and everything." Now that it had been long enough that he figured he didn't have anything to worry about, he couldn't help the curiosity.

Dean watched Sam's fingers touch his neck. He repressed a sigh. Would give anything to be able to go back and make sure his brother didn't get hurt. He wouldn't have asked Sam to give him blood now. Probably wouldn't ask again. After seeing Sam bleeding out on that basement floor, Dean wasn't sure he could handle being the one to make him bleed.

"Oh..." Yeah, there was a conversation he was hoping to avoid. Still, it wasn't fair not to give Sam the truth. "Well, you read up on what they say on the 'net, right? Strong, fast, better health. There's, uh, there's also one other thing vampires don't like to make public..."

He rubbed at the back of his neck and tried to keep Sam's gaze even though he wanted to look away. "When you take blood directly from a vampire, there's a... sort of bond that forms. I'll be able to feel if you're upset or hurt or something. Feel how you're feeling. And, uh, you might... you might feel a little weird about me..."

Dean feeding from him had never been that terrifying really--he trusted Dean, knew his brother wouldn't hurt him. Knew that still. Just- needed time to think about it. It hadn't exactly been okay to let his brother bite and drink from him considering the reactions it brought out in both of them anyway.

Right now, seemed like he might have had more pressing things to consider than whether or not he should tell Dean he could still drink from him. He pulled a face. "What do you mean--" That was just a little more invasive than he was comfortable with... considering how crappy he felt most the time now. "Can you feel now?"

And then there was that... "What do you mean? Weird how?"

Dean nodded slowly. He could feel Sam now. Getting annoyed and definitely unhappy. "Not always, but strong emotions I'll feel. If you're angry, scared... whatever..." He shrugged.

Then he cleared his throat and tried to look casual about it. "Like... attracted. Physically."

The thing was-- as pissed as he was, he couldn't really... show it or be that way. He knew, rationally, that Dean had to make a choice last night, Sam knew he'd been about dead from that thing, but...

That didn't stop him from being mortified that Dean would know how he was feeling, that he wouldn't have that distance there anymore.

And then he was telling him he was going to be-- "What?" He let out an awkward noise, something close to a chuckle in disbelief. "I'm going to-- dude, you're... you're my brother. No." He felt skeevy enough the times his body had reacted a little too eagerly to being bitten, he did not need... that in his head too.

Even though Sam wasn't showing it, Dean could feel it. He kept it behind a blank mask, though. One good thing about vampire nature... they didn't show anything if they didn't want to.

Dean was really glad that bond only went one way. Right now he was so full of self-loathing, he really didn't want Sam to have any part of it. His brother would have been a lot better of if he'd never come looking for him.

He shook his head slowly at Sam's reaction. "It's temporary. Shouldn't be more than a week or two. Just didn't want it to catch you by surprise."

Sam leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to get a grip on everything, nodding. Temporary... hopefully, it was all temporary. "Yeah... yeah, okay."

He let out a breath and dropped a hand, looking at Dean. "Feel like going out? Maybe grab some dinner..."

That'd be a lot better than sitting around, thinking about this crap. Figured Dean probably wasn't any more comfortable with it than him anyway.

"Sure, we can do that." It wasn't what he'd planned, but so long as Sam was actually asking for his company, he supposed he should go. A couple days of these side effects and his brother might be screaming for solitary.

He got up to rinse out the empty blood bottle. "You in a hurry, or mind if I grab a shower?"

"No, go ahead..." Sam's plan was to just--focus on work. He didn't need Dean picking up on his feelings... it wasn't hard to guess how he felt, he figured. He felt like crap, missed Jess, and yeah, there was the guilt there that he couldn't exactly explain to Dean. It was frustrating that as much as he wanted to keep some things to himself, he couldn't while Dean could feel whatever he felt if it was strong enough.

And then there was the whole attraction thing he wasn't looking forward to. Just needed to keep busy, that's all. While Dean got ready, he just got back on the computer--be better to find them a case soon.

Mostly, he just wanted the shower for a few minutes to clear his head. The flashes of Sam's emotional state he was getting were none too promising and he could only imagine how happy his brother would be to see the back of him once they found John. At least he was fairly certain Eric would take him back. Maybe.

When he couldn't stand the water any longer, he shut it off, climbed out and dried off. The towel wrapped around his waist as he wandered out to get dressed.

Sam hadn't even... stopped to really think about what would happen when they found their dad. He knew- he wasn't letting John hurt Dean, not if he could help it. Dean didn't deserve that, he hadn't done anything and he was managing it. He didn't stop to think about what Dean would do either.

Sam was very pointedly not looking at Dean. He couldn't have any improper thoughts because of that blood or whatever if he didn't look, he figured and he didn't want to chance it to see if he even would think... things about Dean. Not right now. He got up to grab his jacket, slip back into his shoes since they'd be going out again.

Dean didn't take his time. He got dressed quickly and pulled on his boots. He'd noticed the way Sam was very deliberately not looking at him. Could feel a tiny thrum of discomfort from him. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything? He wasn't sure now.

"Ready?" He asked as he got to his feet and pulled on his coat.

"Yeah. Let's head out..." He climbed to his feet and headed towards the door. "I don't know what kind of place you're in the mood to go to... your choice though, as long as they have actual food."

Dean didn't need to eat, so it felt a little weird dragging him to a diner or something.

"Might be easier if you pick. You're the one who needs to eat. I can wait until we get back here if wherever we end up doesn't have blood on the menu." He shrugged as he picked up the keys off the TV. "My best bet would be a bar of some kind, but bar food is iffy most of the time."

He held the door open for Sam to go out first, then locked it behind them before he climbed into the driver's seat.

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