Dean Winchester (
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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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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"Want me to see if there's something on the TV or... I dunno? What sounds good?"
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"See if there's a movie or something on?"