bloodnbadthings | 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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He snorted, giving Dean a playful nudge under the table. "Alright, but I'm not describing it to you like some kind of food porn."

Dean snickered and ignored the nudge. "Awww, c'mon, Sam! Not even for your poor, pie deprived brother? I'd do it for you!"

"Fine, maybe I'll describe it, but if you start getting too into it, dude..." Then that was it. No more food in his honor... or at least descriptions.

He straightened up a bit when the burger he ordered was brought out, along with his other beer.

Sam was such a pushover. More so when he was drinking. Dean just smiled and flashed the nervous waitress a grin before she left. It was amusing how she wouldn't look him in the eye.

Then he turned back to watch Sam take a bite of his burger. "Any good?"

Sam rolled his eyes when he saw that look he was giving the waitress. He figured if Dean had been human still? She'd have probably giggled and given some flirty look back--they usually did when Dean gave those looks.

At the question, he shrugged. "Yeah, actually." He'd half expected it to taste like crap, but apparently this place had decent food too.

"Or maybe I'm just hungrier than I thought."

Oh, he was just fucking with her, now. He didn't mind a little hesitancy at first when someone met him, but he'd been sitting here for the better part of an hour and a half without actually eating anyone. The least she could do was chill out a little.

"Good." He smiled and finished off the bottle of blood that most definitely did not taste good. "Eat up, dude. You know how hard it is to find a really good burger."

He knew Dean wasn't going to be eating anyone, trusted that his brother had the self-control and could manage his condition... so it was still a little weird, maybe a little annoying to see how uneasy the waitress was. But he was ignoring it for the most part.

The booze was putting him in a better mood, maybe. For now anyway.

"You always sniffed them out, dude, like you got a sixth sense for burgers and pie," he teased, finishing up his burger along with his beer.

"It was a gift from God. Go forth and find ye the tasty grub, he said to me." Blasphemy for fun and profit. Dean snickered and rested his elbows on the table, chin in hand as he watched Sam eat.

"Feel better?" He asked when Sam was finished.

He gave an almost fond laugh at that. "Your sense of humor is still so lame, dude. I can't believe it."

He straightened up, taking the last swig from his beer. "Yeah, I do actually. You want to head back now or do you want stick around awhile?"

"I'm good to go, if you're done here." The waitress would certainly be pleased to see them leave. Well, Dean anyway.

He pulled out his wallet to pay for dinner and their drinks. "C'mon, we can pick you up some beer on the way back to the room, if you want another drink later."

"Yeah, okay." He didn't know how much more he'd want to drink, but he wasn't in the mood to argue over it anyway. He slipped to his feet and headed out of the bar and to their car once Dean had finished paying, settling in his seat.

Dean wasn't trying to start an argument. He was just trying to make sure he didn't keep Sam from a beer if he wanted it.

He climbed into his seat and started the engine, pulling out of the bar's parking lot and heading back to the room. There was a Quick Mart across the street from where they were staying. Dean could always run out for beer if Sam decided he wanted it.

He definitely might want another. It wasn't like they could do much, work-wise, until tomorrow night anyway. So when they got close enough, Sam asked Dean to pull over to grab some more.

At Sam's request, Dean pulled into the store's parking lot and ran inside to grab a sixpack for him. Whatever he didn't drink tonight, they could stash in the mini-fridge for later. Plenty of room next to the TruBlood.

Dean drove them back to the motel and opened the door to let them both in. Handed Sam a beer and then put the other five away in the fridge.

He took the beer and went to settle on the bed, stretching out a bit and pillowing his free arm behind his head. "So, any plans on what to do now?"

"Nope." Dean watched his stretch out and smiled a little, shaking his head. He wandered over to start pulling off Sam's boots. Sand in the bed was a surefire way to get a bitchy Sam in the morning, as Dean recalled. "You?"

He watched as the other came over to undo his shoes and pull them off, snorting. He wasn't drunk, at least not enough to need help undressing, but... he didn't protest right now. "Nothing really, no."

He did sit up to get out of his jacket and went to slip out of his own jeans because yeah, those weren't comfortable to sleep in, but he didn't quite want Dean to take them off for him.

Fortunately, he hadn't been planning to strip Sam. He just wanted to remove the shoe issue. He picked up the jacket and jeans and put them aside, though. Sam would want them in the morning.

"Want me to see if there's something on the TV or... I dunno? What sounds good?"

"TV, sure." Once he was comfortable, he settled back on the bed and went to finish off the beer Dean had handed him earlier.

"See if there's a movie or something on?"

An Unexpected Visit

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