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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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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.

He wasn't too sharp right at the moment, no. He nodded at Sam's answer and let his eyes close, although he did scowl at the hair ruffling. Brat brother. "M'okay. Nice to relax for a change. Missed this. Missed you. Keep failing you."

"... Missed you too, Dean," he murmured, his tone a little softer. He shifted a little closer and awkward as it was to maybe put himself that close, rolled to his side to face the other. Wanted to see his face, see just how serious he was being right now. "Failing me?"

"Yeah," he sighed. He could feel Sam's breath on his face and it felt good to have him that close. That he wasn't afraid to get that close. "Left you when I was turned. Wasn't there for you with Jess. Let you get hurt by another vampire. Keep saying the wrong thing and hurting you when I don't mean to."

"I wanna take care of you, but I'm not managing it."

"From what you said, it wasn't your choice to leave," he murmured, eyes staying trained on his brother's face. "And... you couldn't have done something for Jess." Maybe he could have, if he hadn't been so damn desperate to just be normal, to hang on to her, but...

"... Dean, it's not like that. I knew what the risks were when I went with you. Accidents happen in our line of work." Wasn't like Dean led him down there to be vampire food...

"You're here for me, Dean... that's better than Dad at least. I left Jess to go look for him and he... he couldn't even call after she died. Didn't even call to make sure I was alright when I could have burned up right with her. You- hadn't even been around me, didn't even know Jess, but you dropped everything to come with me at least."

And yeah, they got frustrated with each other, had things to work out, but that still counted for something. He was close enough to feel Dean's breath on his face when he sighed out like that an almost wanted to draw back a little, get some distance between them because... yeah, little too intimate, but he lifted a hand to rest on Dean's shoulder, squeezing it. He'd move in a minute, when he was sure Dean had calmed down. And if he teased or complained about chick flick moments after this? Sam was not going to be happy.

He opened his eyes slowly and nodded a little, kind of wanting to believe all that. "I'm sorry, Sam. Sorry Dad's not here for you. I hoped that when he thought I was dead, he'd make things good with you. Realize what he had to lose."

At least Sam wanted him there, though. He hadn't totally fucked up yet. "I'm trying, you know? Just... remember that when I fuck up, okay?"

"It's not your fault, Dean. Dad's just..." Stubborn as ever, obsessed. Sam at least- kind of got the obsession now though, in a strange way. It was the same with Jess.

"I know," he reassured. "You can get some rest if you need to."

An Unexpected Visit

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