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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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He nodded at the answer. Expected as much, since Sam said he wasn't very hungry. At least at a place like this, you could pretty much expect them to do a decent burger, if nothing else. Man, he missed burgers.

And he was kind of starving. His eyes lingered on the waitress as she dropped off their drinks and then left again. She hadn't seemed too freaked out by the whole blood thing, either. Hmm.

"nope. I'm clear. We can leave whenever." He fiddled with the blood bottle, not really looking at Sam. "Sorry for the delay. I was trying to avoid them by staying out of... stuff, but it looks like it'll be easier to just play along a little."

Sam was looking at Dean, so he hadn't exactly missed that look Dean was giving their waitress... and it earned the same eye roll it always did. Figured Dean was thinking with the wrong head again, like usual. "Alright, sounds good."

He pased at the apology, shrugging even though he doubted Dean'd notice... considering he was looking at everything but him. "Sorry... I guess I'm just not- used to this yet, man. I mean, I know what you are, but... I never really stopped to think about what your life might... be like now when I came for you." And it was just- weird to think how different they were now, to think they didn't really have the same kind of lifestyle in common anymore, in any sense. "I don't want you to get killed or whatever because of me, dude."

That's what that vampire from yesterday had threatened, right?

The wrong head and his stomach. Sam didn't need to know that, though. He finally looked back up and shrugged a little. "If I get killed, it won't be because of you. It'll be because I'm really just not very good at being a vampire."

The black sheep of the nest, for sure.

"Yeah, well... I like you like this, even if you aren't a perfect vampire or whatever." He was still Dean for the most part, still his brother. "You're still my lame big brother."

Dean had to laugh a little at that. "Yeah? Well, you're still my pain in the ass little brother."

"I'm not a pain in the ass, you jerk." Well, maybe a little... but Dean could be too, so it evened out! When the waitress came back over for his order, he gave it and passed the menu back.

"You are such a pain. Bitch." He grinned, then got distracted again when the waitress brought Sam's food. When Dean handed over his own menu he flashed her a smile and was pleased to get one back. She knew what he was and wasn't running for the hills. That was a plus.

"Then so are you, dude. You've never had to sit through hours of you singing along to the radio!" He paused when the waitress came back with the food, giving a quiet thanks and then... pausing when he saw that look Dean was giving her.

Another eye-roll. He was trying to not let it bother him that Dean was coming on to waitresses, knowing that it meant he wanted more than just sex. "Dude, you better not be thinking of ditching me and taking the car for that waitress. I'm not walking back."

"I'm an awesome singer! You just don't have an ear for good music."

He glanced over at Sam and rolled his eyes. "Give me some credit, dude. I wouldn't ditch you like that."

Didn't mean he wasn't going to approach her, though. He could always come back after her shift ended.

"Oh, I like plenty of good music." Just most of it was made after Dean's collection of mullet rock...

"Uh-huh..." He brought his beer to his lips for a quick swig. "Whatever you do, don't wake me up if you come in late."

"Name one good song you like."

He shook his head and settled back in his seat. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to pick that girl up? He'd heal soon enough and she was one more distraction when he'd promised Sam they'd get a move on tomorrow. "Eh. I think there's a Mission Impossible marathon on tonight."

"Dude, I'm not giving you a list. Look through my iPod or something." Not that Dean would like any of it... it was actually modern.

He arched a brow when Dean... apparently rethought his decision. Not like he cared what his brother did... or he tried not to. Dean hadn't given him a reason not to trust him with girls and he- couldn't really talk if they liked being bitten considering he let his brother feed off him pretty often recently.

And it wasn't like they could leave until tomorrow night anyway.

Still, far be it for him to urge his brother to go get laid. He picked up his burger to start eating.

Dean fiddled with his bottle, peeling at the label while Sam ate. It was nearly empty. He supposed he could order another one while he waited. His brother should have time to enjoy his food. Hopefully the blood smell didn't bother him too much.

Sam watched him quietly for a few moments as he picked at the label of his bottle. He'd had time to get used to Dean drinking that stuff... it didn't bother him too much, really. "You know, you don't have to sit here with me, dude. You want to go talk to that waitress or somebody..."

Well, he wouldn't bitch about it, not when Dean was basically just sitting there waiting for him to finish eating. Had to be kind of boring.

Dean looked up and gave Sam a wry smile. "Thought you didn't want to risk me ditching you without a ride, Sammy?"

Sam made a face, shrugging. "I said you could go talk if you want, dude, I didn't say to run off with the first person you can get in the car. Just- thought you were bored or something waiting on me to finish here."

"I thought I was keeping you company," he answered with a shrug. He couldn't figure out where the urge to snap at his brother kept coming from, but he did his best to push it down. It wasn't Sam's fault he was in a crappy mood and he knew he needed to try and keep from taking it out on him.

Sam paused eating at that, looking across the table. Not sure where Dean's pissy mood was coming from and he couldn't help but feel a little irritated by it. He thought he'd been trying to keep it friendly here despite how weird everything kind of felt right now. "Okay, whatever."

Dean had looked bored sitting there and Sam wasn't blind to how interested in that waitress he'd looked, so he'd been- trying to give him an out, but if he preferred to sit right there, nursing that mostly empty bottle? Fine.

Well, so much for trying not to take it out on Sam. He ground his teeth and set his bottle down on the table with a thunk. As an afterthought, he added the Impala keys. "My bad. Didn't realize you wanted me gone that bad."

He got to his feet and headed for the bar to get another drink. And maybe find that waitress. Fuck it.

"Dude, what the hell? I didn't--" mean it like that. Couldn't help but be a little surprised at the outburst because seriously, when had he said he didn't want him there?

But if Dean wanted to be a dick, fine. He hesitated on getting up though and grabbing the keys. Didn't want to leave Dean without a ride, not really. Maybe he shouldn't care really though, all things considered.

Taking a moment to finish off his beer and slap some money down to cover he bill, he got to his feet and pocketed the keys, heading up towards he bar to where Dean had gone. "I don't know what the hell has got into you, Dean, but next time you decide to get pissed... how about you try not to put words into my mouth. You're the one who looked like you didn't want to hang around, dude."

And on second thought? He could have those keys after all. "Keep them, I'm going for a walk anyway."

He needed to clear his head... needed to be away from Dean right now for real. Bad enough Dean could probably feel how he felt right now.

"Is that what it looked like, huh?" He asked bitterly, glancing over at Sam. It was pretty crappy to know that his worry for Sam looked like boredom and annoyance. He'd almost forgotten what it was like to not be able to do any damn thing right.

Then Sam was walking off without the car keys and Dean had to bite back a snarl of aggravation. He waved off the blood he just ordered, snatched up the keys, and followed after his idiot brother. Temper tantrums were one thing, but he'd just been almost killed by a local vampire the night before and he was going to wander off alone?

Fine. Instead of staying in the nice bar, having a drink, and ogling pretty waitresses, he'd stalk after Sam and make sure he didn't get himself killed.

He was walking to the motel that wasn't really that far and it wasn't like he was completely defenseless either. He just wanted a few minutes to clear his head, but it looked like he wasn't going to get that.

He shook his head, looking over his shoulder with a slightly exasperated look. "Dean, just go back inside. Leave me alone... I'm not in the mood this."

Definitely not in the mood.

Apparently, just being in Sam's proximity was wrong now. He tossed the keys in his hand across the parking lot to Sam's feet, then turned and disappeared with every bit of vampire speed he could muster. Sam wanted him gone. Fine. He'd be gone.

"Dean!" Fuck. He bent down to pick up the keys, breathing out a frustrated sigh. Just- what the hell had happened? He rubbed a hand over his face before just going to get in the car and go back... not like he could leave it there. Dean would kick his ass if anything happened to his baby after all.

He drove back to the motel and just went straight to get ready for bed. Hopefully, by tomorrow? Dean would be over whatever got him into that shitty mood.

Sam hadn't meant anything by it, just that Dean didn't need to sit around with him if he didn't want. Idiot.

Once he was changed, he went to settle in bed, staring up at the ceiling before he tried to will sleep to happen. Didn't feel like it would, too easy.

Dean skipped the waitress and just went deeper into the city. There had to be a vampire gathering place somewhere. And fuck... even across the town, he could still feel Sam's anger and irritation. It was one thing to think someone he loved was tired of him. It was something else to feel it. The sensation crawled in his gut.

He found the local vampire haunt and spent the rest of the night with any fangbanger that showed interest. The blood eased the physical pain from his wounds and the sex provided a much needed distraction.

It wasn't working with him and Sam, and he didn't know how to make it work. He tried, but he was always doing the wrong thing. Hell, he'd nearly gotten his brother killed. It wasn't any wonder Sam was ready to spend some quality time apart. And Dean was so full of self-loathing that he really couldn't blame the kid, was the problem.

It was nearly dawn when he returned to the motel. If he'd had anywhere else to go, he wouldn't have, but there was nowhere else he could trust would be fortified against the sun and nobody would try to fry him while he slept.

He came in as silently as he could, shivering as the pre-dawn lightening of the sky made his skin ache. Right under the wire, tonight. A handful of minutes longer and he'd have been crispy.

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