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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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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.

Sam wasn't sick of Dean, maybe irritated with the attitude, a little put off that apparently, his brother would be able to guess how he felt so much easier than normal, not to mention other things...

And it was his luck that even though he wanted to kind of escape thinking about Dean and thought sleep would be the easiest way... that his dreams would feature the jerk.

Not in the ways he was used to either. Ways that left him aching and hard despite the twist of shame that settled in whenever he forced himself awake... even if he knew it wasn't exactly his fault for the dreams.

By the time Dean finally decided to show--and he hated that he'd actually been worried somewhere in all the other crap, he just let out a troubled little groan and rolled to his stomach, covers tugged tight around him.

At least Dean had come back, that eased any worry he'd had on the matter.

And maybe he could ask Dean what the hell was up with him tonight... well, if he could meet his eyes without getting embarrassed over stupid, ridiculous dreams.

Any questions or conversation would have to wait. Dean was just about unconscious by the time he dropped to his knees beside his bed. He managed to pull himself underneath before completely dropping off, still in boots and jacket. The heavy fabric he put down for safety didn't get pulled in this time. He was too out of it to worry about it.

He was so tempted to just ignore him and go back to sleep, but... he saw that Dean hadn't bothered to pull the fabric down over himself, so reluctantly, he slipped out of bed to tug it down himself before going back to bed and trying to get a couple more hours at least.

They really did need to hit the road again after all.

And he did get a couple more hours of uneasy sleep before he was up and looking online for something up their alley and in the obituaries... anything he could think of.

By the time his brother's usual time to wake rolled around, Sam was dressed and poking at some Chinese take out he'd gotten, only half-interested. Hadn't been particularly hungry and he had other stuff on his mind.

Dean woke at the usual time, but he didn't move right away. Still shaken from the night before, he wasn't sure what to expect when he emerged from his sleeping place and he was tired and heartsick over the whole mess. Somewhere along the line, probably the night he was turned, his life had turned to quicksand. The harder the tried, the deeper he sank.

There was no place for him anywhere. Back in Shreveport, he was a freak among monsters. Here with Sam, he was his brother's own, personal albatross. A weight to slow him down and make his life more dangerous. Beyond that... after a night of feeling Sam's lust and self-loathing over and over, he wasn't really sure Sam would even want to look at him.

Sadly, he couldn't hide under the bed all night. Eventually, he dragged himself out and did his best not to wince at the way his face and hands burned. His first honest to god sunburn since his turning. Eric would be so amused at his stupidity. Or maybe not. When he didn't want Dean dead, he was almost friendly.

Sam was determinedly not thinking about those dreams last night or anything related. He had enough on his plate and enough weighing him down without adding it to the mix. He was doing well just to hold it together day to day when every night he either dreamed of Jess' death or of fire... or any number of things that had him running on E for the most part.

At least kinky dreams about his brother were a strange vacation from that, no matter how embarrassing and wrong they were.

He looked up when Dean climbed out, looking him over. "You okay?" He was pretty red... damn, Dean had cut it too close getting back this morning.

And Dean wasn't going to ask. He had a fair idea, after the third or fourth round, what was happening anyway. Better to not rock the boat any more than he already had. Although, if he was honest with himself, he was a tiny bit bitter when it felt like he was being punished for saving Sam's life. That bitterness did't last long when he reminded himself, for the thousandth time, that it was his fault Sam got hurt in the first place.

He nodded slowly at Sam's question. "Just a little crispy. I'll be fine."

He noticed Sam was dressed and ready to go. Probably not time for a shower and eating, so he went for the latter. Fortunately, vampires didn't sweat, so hopefully his clothes from the night before weren't too nasty. And hey... he was already in his boots. He suppressed a sigh as he grabbed a bottle from the fridge to heat it up.

"Do we have a destination?"

It wasn't like Sam was setting out to make Dean feel like crap for saving his life--he knew why he had to do it and yeah, he was grateful. But the side effects were crappy and more than a little unsettling... he didn't know how to deal with suddenly dreaming about his brother naked or how he might feel pressed up against him or rutting on him. He didn't know how to deal with knowing Dean could feel whatever the hell he felt if it was strong enough.

He'd never been an entirely open book, especially now, so... now that he was forced to be? He was uncomfortable.

But it wasn't like he blamed Dean or even wanted him to feel bad over it, really.. He'd insisted on going along knowing the dangers, had been the one to get attacked and unable to save his own ass.

On the other hand, he also wasn't too pleased with Dean's attitude last night either. "Good."

He got to his feet at the question and nodded. "Yeah, Ohio. Found something that sounded like it might be up our alley in Toledo."

Dean was pretty sure Sam didn't actually resent him for what he did. The situation was uncomfortable on all sides. He knew Sam was having a hard time with it... he could feel it. Sam had always been pretty easy for Dean to read, but feeling it was something else entirely.

The night before, he'd wanted to chase after the waitress, but he thought it would make Sam uncomfortable, so he didn't. Somehow, when he tried to make his brother happy, he still ended up going wrong. He'd been tired, in pain, and frustrated, and lashed back more than he ought to have. All that anger was gone when he woke up this evening, though. Now, he was just empty and defeated.

He heated up the blood and resigned himself to bolting it down as he put his things together to leave. "Animal, vegetable, or mineral?"

"Here, read the obit for yourself, man." He tossed the paper over he'd gotten, shrugging as he went to get his own things together. Still- kind of wanted to talk about things with Dean, but it could wait for a bit.

"You want me to drive for a bit or are you up for it?"

Dean noticed Sam's distance, but he wasn't about to comment on it. He was busy trying to block out feeling anything from his brother, if he could help it. Anything to avoid further confrontation.

He obediently read the obituary and nodded. It definitely sounded like the sort of thing they used to go for. He wasn't sure why Sam wanted to hunt instead of chasing down Dad like he had been, but there was no safe way to ask that either. Easiest thing would be to just do as he was told. At least that was something Dean was good at.

He tucked the paper under his arm and shouldered his bag, shaking his head. "I'm alright. Whenever you're ready."

He didn't want to give up the hunt for Dad and he wasn't, but... the trail was getting colder and they needed a distraction right now. God, he just wanted to find Dad, get all this over with... be nice to have some closure here, to be able to go back to school, maybe.

"Alright, let's head out then." Seeing as Dean was ready, he grabbed his own bag and headed out to the car to put it in the car and then settled in the passenger seat.

Dean followed Sam out, stashed his bag in the back seat, and climbed into the front. He started the engine and shifted the blood he was drinking to his left hand out of habit. It probably wasn't too upsetting to Sam by now, but he still did it.

Once his brother was settled in the car, he pulled out and headed toward the highway and north to Ohio.

Sam settled in comfortably, eyes focused out the window awhile as he just settled into the ride. He was quiet awhile. Figured he'd let Dean finish drinking the blood, relax a bit now that they were leaving that place behind.

"So, Dean--" He started eventually. "About last night, man... you know I didn't really mean I wanted you gone or whatever, right? I just- I thought you were wanting to go talk or whatever and I didn't want to hold you back..."

The comfortable silence was a nice change. Dean let himself relax a little and settle back as he drove. It was good to be back on the road and putting some distance between them and that town.

He glanced over when Sam started talking. Figured they'd get around to it sooner or later. He wasn't sure how to approach the conversation. All he wanted was to not fight again.

"I don't know why, but it seemed like you were riding me about it. I didn't like hearing you say crap like I shouldn't ditch you with no ride or whatever. I mean... is that really how you see me?"

He shrugged awkwardly when Dean finally spoke up, looking over at Dean finally. "I didn't mean to ride you about it, Dean... I just- thought you looked like you wanted to go have fun and it wasn't like we had any work last night. It's not like I haven't grown up with you, dude, I know how you are." He liked women, he liked hooking up... and as long as it didn't sidetrack their search for Dad, Sam couldn't bring himself to care that deeply... not when he knew Dean wasn't out draining those girls or anything.

"Not really... I mean, there were a few times when we were kids, you'd ditch me places for girls, but I know you wouldn't actually leave me with no way back." Not for long anyway. "I wasn't trying to pick a fight, Dean."

The answer stung a little, but it was expected. As much as he wanted to be angry about that shot about them as kids and insist he had been a kid himself and shouldn't have been solely responsible for another kid... he was responsible for Sam. And was the only one who'd really taken that responsibility completely seriously. He shouldn't have dumped Sam off places, even once in a while.

He nodded a little. "Sorry I barked at you."

It wasn't like he didn't know... Dean shouldn't have had to practically raise him when Dad wasn't there. Even when Dad was there, it still felt like Dean raised him. He relaxed a little at that apology, nodding. "Sorry if I said the wrong thing... I didn't mean it like that, honest."

He reached over to let his hand curl over the other's shoulder lightly. Felt kind of weird to be touching him right now, after last night's dreams and those lingering feelings, but... it was nice to not be arguing, to have Dean relaxed again. "I'm... glad you're here, Dean, and I'm glad you've got my back. Feels like you're the only one who does..."

Dad didn't seem to care enough to even give him a call. "But that's not exactly new."

It didn't really ease his sense of failure much at all, but at least they weren't fighting. It was easy to put on a smile for Sam when he remembered how much crap his brother was going through. He didn't need to worry about Dean, too. He'd just have to try harder to make things easier on Sam.

"As long as I'm alive, or whatever I am now, I'll do whatever I can to help you. That won't change."

An Unexpected Visit

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