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 poked the end of Sam's nose. "Smart ass."
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He wiggled closer and leaned into Sam's warmth. "Y'okay, Sammy?"
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"I wanna take care of you, but I'm not managing it."
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"... 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.
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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?"
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"I know," he reassured. "You can get some rest if you need to."
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Or more like anybody right now. "Good. That's good, Dean."
This would go away though, so no reason to let it ruin his mood. The fact that his blood was apparently freaky was more than enough to add to the plate of things to be concerned about.
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After a minute of staring at the ceiling, Dean smiled a little. "You're still my favorite brat brother, you know."
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