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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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"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."

"Sammy!" He mimicked, laughing a little as he flopped down beside his brother. He stretched out and got comfy, enjoying the feel of having warm skin again. "I took a shower. I look fine now. I could get a dozen girls, if I wanted them. So there!"

"Dude, you're in a really good mood right now." And after the mood Dean'd been in? It was nice to see... He rolled onto his side to face the other, propping himself up on an elbow. "Uh-huh. Whatever, Dean."

"Yep! It happens." Occasionally. When the buzz wore off, who knows? It was nice right now, though. He looked over at Sam and slowly reached out a hand...

... and poked the end of Sam's nose. "Smart ass."

He wrinkled his nose at that poke, giving Dean a look. Yeah, he was definitely... buzzed or tipsy or something. "Does blood always do this to you?"

"Mmmm... nope!" He settled in and closed his eyes. "Yours is different, somehow. Other blood is good, but not as good."

"What?" He gave a curious look even though Dean had his eyes closed. "Why would mine be any different than other people's?"

Dean shrugged and sleepily opened his eyes to look over at Sam. "No idea. You just do. I didn't think much about it until I'd drank from a few other people, but you're definitely different."

"Huh..." He frowned, idly bringing a hand up to rub over his neck. He wasn't sure that was the most... comforting thing Dean could have said, honestly. He was trying to not let it bother him, but he couldn't help but wonder why his blood would be any different than anybody else's.

In truth, he hadn't really planned to tell Sam this. He was just kind of loopy and not really thinking straight.

He wiggled closer and leaned into Sam's warmth. "Y'okay, Sammy?"

"Hm?" He watched as Dean squirmed closer and leaned into him, awkwardly laying back to accommodate him a little better. He took in a breath, took solace in the fact that Dean was probably too tipsy right now to notice a lie, and nodded "Yeah, m'okay, Dean... How about you?" He reached up, returning that hair ruffle from earlier.

An Unexpected Visit

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