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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 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.

"You know- a bar's fine. I'm not really too hungry." And he wasn't. But he knew that Dean'd probably throw a fit if he didn't eat something, so he held up a hand to stifle any comments. "I have had food today."

He settled in the passenger seat, got comfortable as he looked out the window.

Dean rolled his eyes a little and shook his head. "I don't nag that much, dude. I just want to be sure you're okay."

If Sam wanted a bar, though, he'd find them a bar. He wasn't much in the mood to argue and as long as Sam was eating something, he couldn't complain too much.

He pulled into the parking lot of a place that looked promising. A fair number of cars were already parked outside and he could smell meat cooking inside. Good enough.

"Dude, I'm okay... really." He paused a little awkwardly, giving Dean a look before they slipped out of the car. He'd been bitching earlier, freaked out, but... "And- uh. Thanks for saving my ass back there, Dean. Would've been in a lot of trouble if you hadn't."

And that was definitely the truth, so even if he had to cope with some side effects he hated, he at least hadn't died by bleeding out, still had the chance to get revenge for Jess and heir mom, find Dad. He went to slip out of the car then because the place looked alright and it smelled like they were cooking something that actually smelled half-decent inside.

Sam's voice made him pause before he stepped out of the car. "I've always got your back, Sammy."

Nothing was going to change that. Even if Sam decided to haul ass after they found Dad and finished their mission, he'd still want to look in on him from time to time. Make sure he was okay. At least for now, being a monster didn't mean he couldn't still be Sam's big brother.

He headed inside and asked for a table for the two of them.

"Yeah... I know, Dean." He was about the only one who did right now and he appreciated the help, even if he didn't know what was going to come of all this.

He followed the other inside and settled at the table, looking around the place curiously. Wasn't that bad, as far as the places he was used to them stopping at went.

Dean sat down opposite Sam and let Sam make his drink order before he risked throwing the waitress off with his order. Once she wandered off to get them, he leaned back in his seat and watched his brother look through the menu. "Anything look good?"

He ordered a beer, not really in the mood for hard liquor right now. He shrugged at the question, looking up. "Probably just grab a burger or something. So- you got any other business to wrap up here or are you set to head out tomorrow?"

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