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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Sam searched for awhile, looked up what he could and took some notes here and there, left some tabs open he'd thought would be useful for the case before he decided that yeah, he was tired.

He got to his feet and walked over to give Dean a nudge. "Hey, come on. Your turn, Dean."

"Mmmmmm....kay..." He yawned and stretched, and then rolled off to his feet. He gave Sam's shoulder a squeeze and then headed for the table and the laptop. "Get some sleep, Sammy. I'll be quiet."

Sam nodded slowly at that before going to settle on the side of the bed. He slipped out of his jeans before rolling to his side and curling under the covers. He was kind of exhausted enough that he hoped he didn't dream at all. He shifted over to his stomach and buried his face into the pillows to block out any light from his laptop as he settled in for some sleep.

Of course it wasn't that easy. Dreams came, had him jostling around a little though he got a bit of a reprieve from Jess burning on the ceiling, accusing him, that he'd had almost every night since her death. He wasn't sure if Dean murmuring about how great his blood is while he pushed him on the bed, crawled over him and teased before finally sinking his teeth in, before letting his hands roam... was the better of the two or not really.

If he gave it some time, jarred awake enough ties, he'd get his dreams back on track though, back on the usual nightmares.

Dean kept himself busy with research for a while, but once Sam started struggling in his sleep, there was no way he could just ignore it. He walked over to sit beside Sam and stroked his hair back softly. Murmured softly to him and tried to soothe the dreams if he could.

Unfortunately, they weren't exactly bad, not all of them and not at the start, but the touches were soothing all the same and he started to quiet back down. He scooted closer to the other body, relaxing a little, murmuring something in his sleep in response to whatever Dean was saying.

This was getting kind of familiar, not that he minded. He settled back against the headboard and let Sam curl in close. He rubbed his hand up and down Sam's back soft and slow. Kept talking to him gently, trying to keep him relaxed and sleeping easy.

If Sam had known Dean was sitting up, nursing him at night like he was five years old and scared of the dark or something, he might have been embarrassed. Right now, he was out though, comforted by the touch and yeah, maybe a little by his brother's scent close.

Dean would do his best to make sure Sam didn't find out. He didn't want to upset his brother any more than he already had. After Sam settled down and got comfortable, he sat there quietly, just resting his hand between his shoulder blades.

Sam at least stayed calm--there might have been some murmurs of Jess' name here and there, his expression twisting here and there, but for the most part? He actually slept and stayed asleep, curled into Dean a little.

When Dean felt morning approaching, he got up as carefully as he could. Made sure all the notes he'd taken were in order and the tabs left open on Sam's computer, then he slipped under the bed and tucked in the heavy cloth to keep out the sun. Hopefully, Sam would continue to rest a while before he got up to deal with the day.

Sam slept for a little while after that and got to work, reading over what Dean had for him and then after a shower and changing his clothes, he headed to the library. This was probably going to be... annoying at best. Especially when he saw a sign saying the computers were out of order. Crap.

He let out a huff of noise and got to work.

Frustrating when there wasn't anything. There were a couple suicides in front of a mirror around, but they weren't named Mary, no one else had died from the same symptoms... But there had to be something.

By the time evening rolled around, Sam was back in the room, frustrated and nowhere closer to solving this.

Dean emerged at the regular time and stood up to stretch. He yawned and looked around for Sam. Uh oh. Little brother didn't look like he had a very good day.

"Hey. How'd the library go?" He asked as he headed for the fridge. Eat first, then shower. Although, it was less urgent these days to eat first thing after waking. Control came more easily now that he was used to having a living person around all the time. It also helped that Sam willingly let him feed on him occasionally.

"Nothing. I got nothing." He let out a sigh, leaning back and rubbing a hand over his face. "Laura, Catherine, and a Dave, but no Mary, so... I don't know, Dean. Something's going on, but I don't think it's Mary."

"Hm." Dean hummed thoughtfully as he pulled the blood out of the microwave and shook it. He'd have bet anything Sam would have turned up something at the library. One lead. Anything.

"Well, back to basics then, I guess? We need to get to the crime scene. See what we can see." He sat down and grabbed for the original files they gathered, glancing at them again. "Gonna be difficult, since it's the family bathroom, though. Even if we sneak in."

"I looked at the bathroom when I was there... but maybe I missed something. I gave them my number, told them to call if they remembered anything unusual, but..." Nothing so far.

"I guess we'll have to figure out when they're not around, see if we can get in that way."

"We can try sneaking in tonight after they're asleep. It'll be dicey, but possible. You'd have to get in first and invite me." He looked up from the file and sat back, drinking the blood slowly. "You eat yet? We can go grab you something. Kill some time."

"Invite you..." Hopefully breaking and entering wouldn't have to happen too often while they looked for Dad. He paused at the question, rubbing idly at the back of his neck. He was sore as hell after sitting in the library and hunched over his laptop.

"Yeah, I guess we could." He hadn't grabbed much food today between working.

"I can't enter a home owned by a human without a human's invitation." He shrugged, hating to have to make the distinction between himself and humans, but the truth was... he was a monster now and had to follow monster rules. He was fond enough of rule breaking to have tried to enter a house uninvited, but found it impossible. Couldn't even touch the door.

He nodded slowly at that, absently. Still weird to hear that, to realize Dean wasn't- human anymore, no matter how much he still acted the same. "Do you want to grab a shower or anything before we head out?"

"Yeah, just a quick one." He put the bottle down and got up to head into the bathroom. Generally, he didn't need to shower every single day. Wasn't like he sweated or anything, but he slept under a nasty motel bed, so he felt like he should.

"Alright." He nodded, not minding the wait. It wasn't like he was all that hungry. While Dean washed up, he decided to get back on a little more research, if he could.

Dean didn't take long in the shower. He was out and dressed in no time, snatching his keys off the TV. "Ready to roll, dude?"

"Yeah, let's go." He got to his feet and slipped on his jacket, following Dean out to get in the car, muffling a yawn as he got settled in.

"Y'okay, Sammy?" Dean slid behind the wheel and started the engine. Once Sam was settled, he pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the main drag with the heaviest concentration of restaurants.

"Sure, I'm fine, Dean." Frustrated and tired, maybe. Still a little freaked about his blood being different from... everybody else's apparently, on top of everything else, but there wasn't anything that he wanted to bring up right now. He'd prefer focusing on the case, getting it done and- well, finding Dad still.

"Hungry, kinda. I skipped lunch today."

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