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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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Dean glanced over and smiled a little. "Yeah, me too. Now that I've kind of got a handle on all this not killing people stuff, I'm kind of hoping I can figure out how to go back to being me."

He shrugged at the question as he turned into the parking lot of a promising looking bar. "Maybe? I mean, there's not a lot of places I fit in anymore and Eric's a cold bastard, but I've met some of the other higher-up vampires in other places and they are so much worse."

"You know- if there's anything I can do to help, Dean... I will, right?" He couldn't imagine what it'd be like to wake up suddenly a monster, something they'd been trained to kill...

He couldn't argue with him on that. Eric had freaked him out but at least he hadn't mauled him to rip his throat out... at least, not yet. Sam wasn't sure how much to trust any of the vampires he'd met besides Dean. "You're going to have to keep in touch if you do, you know."

He looked over again and nodded. "I know, Sam. Thanks."

Dean wasn't sure what being him actually meant anymore. It used to be taking care of Sam, but lately his presence was making Sam's life more difficult than it otherwise would have been. It used to mean being a hunter, but he was useless for half of every 24 hours, now. What else was there?

If Sam had asked, Dean would have advised him not to trust any vampires. Full stop. Deep down, he wanted Sam to trust him and it made things easier, but he remained aware that he was still a monster. Even he didn't know how much truth there was to the promise that he'd outgrow his conscience and human emotions.

He climbed out of the car and waited for Sam before heading inside the bar. "What are you thinking you'll do when this is over?"

"I don't know," he murmured, shrugging. He slipped out of the car and followed Dean inside. Dean didn't choose their usual skeevy dive-bar, it actually looked pretty nice. "I'd like to go back, finish school, I guess."

Honestly? He hadn't put much thought into it yet. All he could think about was Jessica and getting some kind of revenge since he hadn't been there to keep her safe, protect her. Hadn't just been honest to begin with.

He shrugged the thoughts off. "I was studying pre-law... I can't remember if I ever told you." He gave a weak smile. "Before Jess--I had this interview with a law school. A total free ride there, if it all went well, man."

"You didn't tell me, but I figured it would be something snooty like that," he teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood a little. He led them to a table and waited for a waitress to come around. "Another full ride, though? I'm not surprised. You always did get what you set out for."

One of the many reasons he was proud of his brother.

He snorted at that, reaching over to whack Dean lightly. "Maybe. If I didn't blow the interview or something."

Though Jess had seemed dead certain he wouldn't. He shook his head, smiling a little as he settled in. When a waitress came around, he got a beer and waited for Dean to give his.

"I bet you would have been fine."

The bar didn't have TruBlood in stock, but they carried one of the less popular brands. He ordered one of the LifeFlow bottles and smiled at the suspicious look the waitress gave him.

"Thanks, Dean..."

He leaned on the table casually. He noticed the look the waitress gave his brother and... he wasn't going to lie that it bothered him on some level, just the reminder of how other people saw Dean... how he couldn't see his brother. He shrugged it off though and turned his attention back to Dean. "After all this is over, man, If you settle somewhere again, I'll have to come visit you... for a real visit, you know. You'll have to come visit me too. I don't know many vampire hang outs, but... we'll find something to do."

It'd be nice to have a real visit with Dean, maybe.

Dean still wasn't sure he'd survive past finding Dad, but if he did, he was glad Sam would still want to see him. After the last few days, he hadn't been so sure about that.

"Sure, Sammy. If you wanted me to visit you, I would."

Sam wasn't going to let Dad hurt Dean... he'd do anything in his power to make sure he was safe when they found him. He hadn't asked his brother to help him with this just so he could die.

He nodded a that, taking his beer when it was put on the table and taking a sip. "Yeah, of course I would, dude."

Dean took a drink from the bottle he was brought and managed not to make a face. TruBlood wasn't the best tasting stuff in the world and it was still miles better than this brand. Didn't matter, though. He could survive on it. That was what mattered.

"You'd actually want to introduce your college friends to your vampire brother?" He asked curiously. For a long time, Dean had been pretty well convinced Sam was ashamed of him as a brother and that was before he was turned into a monster.

"Could make dating difficult."

Sam paused at that. He should have expected that question and considered it before making the offer open to visiting. He was quiet, thoughtful. "... It's not like it's any big secret vampires exist, Dean. They're all over the place, I mean. I'm sure wherever I end up, there are going to be vampires."

He shrugged and laughed at that. "Well..." It could be a problem. It probably would be a problem, but- "I guess my brother's more important to me than dating, you know."

Besides, it was still so far into the future, all of this. That's how it felt anyway. "Besides, I doubt I'll be interested in dating for awhile, man."

Dean noted the pause and figured Sam might not have considered the situation from that particular angle. Maybe it would be better if he just let Sam visit him when he had the chance. Or meet somewhere in between. The last thing he'd want to do would be to make life harder on his brother after everything he was probably going to have to go through to get back into college life.

"You will one day, though. You deserve to have the whole wife, house, kids package. All that normal stuff you wanted."

"Then you'll still fit in, Dean, if you want to." He had Dean back, alive, which was more than he'd ever get with Jessica. As much as he wanted her back, she was gone.

He didn't want to lose Dean permanently though, if he could help it. "You know... never thought I'd see the day where you'd encourage normal, dude. It's kinda... good to hear." He finished off his first beer and ordered another.

"Yeah, well," he smirked a little wryly and looked down at the table, shrugging. "I'm pretty much 'living' proof that a hunting lifestyle can go horribly, horribly wrong. If you want out, still... want normal... I'm sure as hell not going to be the one to stop you."

Dean didn't order a second blood yet. The one in his hand was rapidly cooling, but he was still drinking it slowly. It really was kind of terrible. He'd have to work up to a second.

He smiled at that, soft and a little more genuine. "Thanks, Dean."

It was good to hear encouragement from Dean like this, actually. Better than the last time he said he wanted to go to college, to be normal. He eyed the other's bottle, giving a nod towards it. "Is it bad?"

"Anytime, Sammy." He supposed Dad would be doubly displeased with him for being one of the walking dead now, as well as encouraging Sam to leave the life if he wanted. Ah well.

Dean glanced down at the bottle and chuckled, answering in a low voice. "I'll tell you a secret vampires aren't supposed to tell... all synthetic blood tastes like shit. Some just tastes less like shit than others. Unfortunately, this isn't one of them." He shrugged and brought the bottle to his lips again. Wouldn't be any sense to wasting it.

He leaned in a little to be able to hear him a little better over the noises, arching his brows curiously at that news. He couldn't actually imagine any type of blood tasting amazing... though Dean's hadn't been horrible. That could have been because he'd been half-dead and hadn't had much choice in the matter anyway if he wanted to live.

"Do... some people taste better than others?" He asked quietly so they wouldn't be overheard. "I know you said mine- was..." different. And with the way Dean acted after it? Had to be good... right?

"There's a very distinct difference between blood types in people. The synthetics try to duplicate it, but they don't get it quite right." He was pretty sure that wasn't what Sam wanted to know. He picked at the label on the bottle. "I dunno how reliable a source I am, though... I mean, besides you, I've only drank from maybe three people, but some are very different. And things that affect the blood, like drinking alcohol or taking drugs, can carry over. I got a pretty good buzz off a girl from a bar a while back."

Sam nodded at the response, might not be the exact one he was aiming for, but it was... informative at least. He seemed to get a pretty good buzz from him too though and he hadn't been drinking at all. "Huh, I see." He brought his beer up to his lips, taking a swig from it. "I guess that makes sense..."

Dean figured that wasn't what Sam really wanted to know, but he'd rather have that conversation somewhere private. No telling when someone or something might be listening and the last thing he wanted was to have another episode like the one with Eric.

"What did mine taste like?" He was curious what a human tasted when they drank vampire blood. He'd seen V addicts go at it like it was water in a desert, but they were not the most reliable sources.

"Yours?" He paused, thoughtfully. He'd probably been in shock that night, half-dead and too weak to even protest drinking his own brother's blood. "At first? It was gross, dude... I think it was more the idea of it though, the shock.... from everything. Then it tasted better and better, the more I had."

He stopped talking again, just thinking how to answer without Dean thinking he was crazy or something. He took another swig of beer. "It tasted really good. Uh, I remember not wanting to let go of you actually."

Okay, so either way, he set himself up to sound weird. He cleared his throat, biting back a flush of color as he brought the beer back up to his lips.

He nodded at the answer, trying not to make Sam any more uncomfortable. There had to be something to the blood or humans wouldn't want it so badly. "Sorry I shoved it at you like that. I didn't know what else to do."

"I know why you did it, Dean... I'm not mad over it or whatever." He finished off his second beer. One more couldn't hurt and he was actually... not minding this so much. Not when it was just him and Dean sitting around talking, no arguing or anything.

"I'd be in worse shape if you hadn't."

It was a good thing Dean was the one driving. Of course, after the last few weeks, Sam really did deserve to cut loose and relax a little. He smiled and finally ordered a second blood when Sam ordered his third beer. The waitress was still eyeing him like he might bite her at any second, but he was kind of used to it.

"I wasn't going to let you get more hurt because of me." He shrugged, then smiled a little. "And it's supposed to be a pretty good high, so at least it wasn't an awful remedy, huh?"

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