Dean Winchester (
bloodnbadthings) wrote2012-01-28 02:12 am
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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."
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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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."
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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?
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The black sheep of the nest, for sure.
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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."
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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.
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"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."
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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He got to his feet and headed for the bar to get another drink. And maybe find that waitress. Fuck it.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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