bloodnbadthings | An Unexpected Visit

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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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"Yeah, sure." Figured Dean would want to get cleaned up anyway. He went to take a seat on the edge of his bed, watching Dean as he moved around. "You get any rest at all, Dean?"

Not that he was one to talk about lack of rest... he had to be thoroughly exhausted anymore to get a full night's rest... and it typically wasn't too restful.

-Or well, admittedly, Dean feeding on him could be an oddly nice enough distraction to convince himself to sleep too, but... coupled with the side-effects of the vampire blood? He seriously doubted Dean wanted to be near him, especially like that. It was awkward enough when Dean hadn't been able to feel what he felt or... well, there was the attraction crap too.

Which he was very pointedly not letting himself dwell on. Easier to do when he had his mind wrapped around tracking Dad down or a case. At least it looked like they had a case right here though and while Dean got washed up, Sam gathered up what he had on the case for the other.

"Not really," he admitted with a shrug. It was exhausting. His life was, literally, leaking out of his eyes and ears. He'd survive, but it wasn't fun.

Dean would have gladly taken blood from Sam if he thought for a second his brother was still willing, but between the vampire attack and Sam's reaction to the blood side-effects, he figured that was a lost cause. He was pretty sure Sam was just about thoroughly disgusted with him. Which, really, he had good reason to be as far as Dean could see.

He disappeared into the bathroom to wash off the blood and trunk gunk, letting himself soak up the warmth of the hot water a while. That was another thing he missed desperately now that he wasn't feeding regularly. That temporary warmth. Feeling of being alive, just for a minute.

Pointless to dwell on it. Dean shook off the funk and finished up before turning the water off and stepping out, drying off, and wrapping the towel around his waist to go back into the bedroom and get dressed.

Maybe, later, he'd get up the guts to offer. Dean's insistence that it was the closest he felt to actually being alive stuck with him after his visit to Eric, wanted to give Dean that... even if he was sure it had the potential to be all kinds of awkward.

Dean... couldn't ever really be lumped in with the vampire who tried to kill him anyway. Maybe he was an idiot, but he wanted to believe Dean was the same, at least for the most part. Wanted to believe he'd never hurt him intentionally, that he could manage... what he was now.

But right now wasn't the time to bring it up. He looked up when Dean walked out, eyes lingering for a brief moment longer than they should before he looked away. "So, get this... the guy's eyeballs had exploded. They blamed a stroke, but... that definitely isn't a common symptom. I talked to the guy's family too and didn't get too much to go on besides the daughter telling how before her dad died, she'd been playing that Bloody Mary game. Thought it was her fault."

He sighed. That was a little too far-fetched though, even for them, right? There wasn't any proof that it was real... "Read over what I got. Tell me if you think this is just a freak medical occurrence, dude, because I don't know."

Dean got himself dressed and put a bottle of TrueBlood into the microwave. While it heated, he wandered over to lean down and look at the papers Sam had. Definitely looked like their sort of thing. The Bloody Mary deal was new. Never saw that one before.

"Doesn't look medical. I dunno if I buy the Bloody Mary deal, but it's definitely not something natural. People's eyes don't just explode." He went to the microwave when it beeped and pulled the blood out, shaking it and downing half in one go. Didn't help much, but it was something.

"No, I guess not..." He sighed and slouched back in his seat a little bit, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to think. "But what does exactly? Besides, Bloody Mary would have gone after the girl, right, not the dad..."

He shrugged. "Guess we have to look up stuff on Bloody Mary, right? Maybe see if anything else has happened around here that's been strange."

He sat down opposite Sam and pulled the papers over to take a closer look. "Dunno. Maybe look for something that likes to mimic? Something that wants us to chase after a fairy tale instead of what's really going on."

He nodded at Sam's suggestion. "Anything else weird would help."

"Yeah..." He nodded, looking over at the other. "Guess I'll need to hit up the library in that case." Look up and see what he could find about anyone named Mary, maybe. Anything else wouldn't hurt either.

"For now, let's see what we can dig up on the computer."

"Sorry I can't help with that," he sighed. Unless Sam wanted to break in, which he doubted. He finished off the bottle and got up to rinse it out before he tossed it in the trash. As an afterthought, he grabbed a second one and went to heat it up.

"I'll take the first crack at the computer, if you want."

He shook his head dismissively at the apology. He knew why Dean couldn't, so there wasn't any reason to dwell on it right now. He watched the other get up. "You're having another? You okay?"

Sam did nod at the offer though. "Sure, yeah."

"Yeah," he nodded as he pulled the bottle out and shook it up. "Just, being up all day kinda wrecks me."

He pulled out the chair across from Sam and pulled the computer over to him. Started to poke around for more information while he drank the blood.

"Sorry, man... if I could've got you inside the motel..." Well, he would have. But it hadn't been worth the risk of people seeing him drag a body in a bag in the room or of burning Dean. Neither one would be good news.

While Dean did that, he moved to stretch out on the bed, folding his hands over his stomach. No way in hell was he going to try for more sleep, but he was just resting up a bit, thinking. About the case, about... other things. Other things were easier to approach than the case he didn't have any idea about yet.

He shifted, folding his arms behind his head, looking over at Dean. "You know, Dean- if you still... want- or need my blood, you can..." He made a vague gesture there, shrugging. He knew TrueBlood didn't always work the same way as human blood, from what Dean had said. "I don't mind, really. I'd, uh, understand if you don't want to though. Just wanted you to know."

"S'not your fault, dude. Just something we've gotta do sometimes." Dean didn't blame Sam for it at all.

When Sam spoke again, he looked over. Tried not to look too interested. He wanted it bad, but he was afraid Sam was just offering because Dean looked bad. Not because he was really okay with it.

"You don't have to do that, Sammy. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable." Still much rather it be him hurting than Sam.

"Sam, not Sammy," he protested half-heartedly. That name was kiddish... but he'd nearly given up the protest because Dean ignored it anyway. There wasn't much bite to it as he looked over, offering up a small, reassuring look. "Dude, it's okay... really. Just- whenever you want it."

Dean rolled his eyes, lips quirking a little at the correction. Like that was ever going to work. He could be Sam all he wanted to everyone else, but he was always going to be Sammy to Dean.

He bit his lip and looked down at the mostly empty bottle in his hand. He could drink them all day, but never feel better. He nodded and looked back over at Sam. "It would... help, if you're sure."

"Wouldn't have offered if I wasn't." In the end, he knew he didn't owe Dean his blood or whatever and Dean had shown he was pretty adept at finding other willing donors if he wanted... who were probably willing to do a whole lot more than just give blood, if he wagered a guess.

"It's okay, Dean."

If he wanted, he could find someone willing, but he felt bad about doing it for some reason. Like he was letting his brother down somehow.

He got to his feet and walked over to where Sam was laying and sat down on the edge of the bed. Reached a hand over to rest on his brother's shoulder a minute and then leaned down to press his lips to Sam's neck. His fangs ran out and he pierced the skin as gently as he could, then drank slowly from the wound. Breathed a sigh of relief and comfort as he leaned into Sam's warmth.

Sam looked over at the touch, about to push himself up to make it a little easier... or maybe a little less awkward than laying on the bed with Dean's mouth on his neck, but Dean was leaning in and sinking his fangs in, so Sam just relaxed back as much as he could. He let out a soft noise, bringing up a hand to rest on Dean's arm, giving it a little squeeze. "Mnh..."

It had been a couple of days since the other vampire attacked Sam, so he didn't think he'd be endangering Sam now. Especially not after Sam had taken his blood. The recovery time should have been almost instant.

He let his hand continue to rest on Sam's shoulder, thumb rubbing lightly against it just because he felt good and didn't think about doing it. The little sounds Sam made sounded pleased or at least relaxed, so he let himself relax and enjoy the rush of warmth and the way the pain from the day faded.

He felt fine, really. The blood had helped for sure and he figured he could handle Dean doing this. He tilted his head a little, focused on the brush of Dean's thumb against his shoulder. He let himself focus on the press of Dean against him, the feel of his lips even.

This was entirely different from that other vampire. Sam wasn't scared for his life, didn't feel like his throat was possibly being ripped out or something. Dean was always careful, so he wasn't worried. His hand drifted down the other's arm, lightly rubbing along the length of it, not really putting much thought behind the gesture.

After a few minutes, he pulled off of Sam's neck enough to pierce his own finger and rub the blood into the bite wounds to start them healing. After they closed over, he lapped at the spot lightly, cleaning away the last of the blood and helping to speed the healing. He just wasn't in any hurry to move away yet. Sam was warm and comfortable against him and he'd missed this like crazy. Thought it wouldn't happen again.

The way Dean liked to keep lapping at the spot, even if he knew why kinda always got him a little squirmy, but... he wasn't exactly in the mood to do more than lay there and let him do it right now, feel Dean against him. Kind of missed this too. "Feel better?" He finally murmured, looking over.

"Mmm-hmm." He pulled back slowly and smiled down at his brother, a little dazed. Sam's blood always made him feel a little drunk. One of the many bonuses. "Thanks, Sammy."

He actually chuckled at the look Dean gave him, he couldn't help it. He looked a little drunk. Had to wonder if that's how he acted every time he got actual blood. "No problem, Dean." He let out a breath and squirmed a little. "You look a little less like you spent a day in the trunk at least."

Dean laughed a little and leaned back a bit more. Figured it couldn't be too comfortable to have a vampire looming over him. He reached a hand up to ruffle his brother's hair affectionately. "I always look like a mess, dude. S'part of my charm."

"Dean! Dude..." It was his job as little brother to protest hair ruffling and pull a face. Smoothing a hand through his hair, he snorted. "Hate to break it to you, but the slept-in-the-trunk look isn't going to get a lot of people all over you."

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