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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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"It's not a problem." He took the beer and opened it, taking a couple drinks from it before setting the can aside so he could settle back a little bit, give Dean more room to work.

Okay, so maybe sitting and watching TV with Dean wasn't always the same as it had been, not when he was baring his neck to his brother, offering to let him bite him, but... he couldn't really complain.

Dean leaned in and let his fangs descend. Pressed his lips to Sam's neck and carefully pierced the skin. One hand rested on Sam's stomach lightly as he leaned in, drinking slow and easy from the puncture wounds.

He groaned softly. The effect of Sam's blood plus the alcohol in it hit fast and it was good. Really good.

Sam watched him, a lot calmer about this than he'd been previously. The first time he made the offer, he'd almost called it off before it even started, but... that had faded. Dean had shown enough control that it didn't worry Sam anymore.

His eyes trailed to the hand rested on his stomach as the other started to drink, smiling a little at that groan, letting out a soft echo of it. He was just tipsy enough to not care about the noise or resist brushing his hand up Dean's arm before resting it on his shoulder. He curled in a little, just holding on because it felt a little more comfortable to do that than lay there like a ragdoll or something. Besides, he was just tipsy enough now to not worry about being too touchy-feely.

Dean was glad he didn't scare Sam anymore. Especially now that he could feel what Sam was feeling. That would have been just about the worst possible feeling. Worse than feeling him angry at him.

The sound and the touch didn't bother him. Sam was warm and made his skin that much warmer when his hand brushed along Dean's arm. He sighed pleasantly when Sam curled in, pleased to feel him relaxed and actually enjoying himself a little. It was good to know this wasn't awful for him.

If it had been that awful, he wasn't sure he could offer to let Dean do it too often, especially after that one vampire... but Dean was different from all that.

He let his hand rest against the other's shoulder, just let it stayed there when he felt that warm breath against his skin when Dean sighed. He still... had questions, about this... about his blood, but that could be brought up later.

Right now, it was actually kind of a relief to relax and just focus on something else for a few minutes. Dean's weight against him, the way his skin was warming up because of him...

Dean leaned back against the pillows and let Sam curl into him however much he was comfortable. His hand moved up to cradle the back of his brother's head while his other hand rested on Sam's side. He drank slowly from the wound, acutely aware of how easy it would be to hurt Sam and how much he didn't want to do that.

Some nights, he only took enough to just take the edge off the hunger. Tonight, he let himself drink a while, but he would take care to keep well away from the point where Sam would feel sick or uncomfortable from it.

Normally, Dean pulled away fairly quickly, but tonight? Seemed he was settling in for awhile, especially with the way he was cradling him close. That shouldn't be comfortable in anyway, not with what Dean was doing to him, but he didn't tense up or pull away.

He didn't know if he was enjoying this because of the comfort of having Dean close by, the guy who always had his back, or because he'd had some of his brother's blood and it was still doing a lot of fucked up crap to how he felt about him, but either way? He wasn't going to pick it apart. not tonight. Even at the twinge of guilt that maybe he shouldn't be relaxing on a case, while looking for dad, while Jessica was in the ground because of him. He let his eyes drift shut for a moment, holding a little tighter to Dean for a moment.

"Dean..." The name rolled off his tongue eventually, shifting a little against him when Dean had had quite a bit from him. Sam trusted Dean, of course, but he didn't want to be too weak or fatigued tomorrow because he'd let his brother take a little too much.

Sam's voice startled him slightly and he lifted away from Sam's neck, pressing a thumb over the wound to keep it from bleeding all over him. He licked his lips and blinked a little dazedly at his brother, worry pushing through the pleasant fog. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Sam answered, giving a reassuring look to the other, giving his shoulder a squeeze. He really wasn't hurt. "M'fine, Dean... really. Just- not too much more, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." He nodded as he lifted his hand to his mouth to pierce his finger. He hadn't planned to take much more, but he wouldn't go any further if Sam wanted him to stop. When his thumb bled, he pressed it over the wound on Sam's neck. His blood closed the wound almost instantly and he bent his head to lick away what had spilled, speeding the healing along as well.

The licking was always a little more strange than the biting, honestly... at least for his brother to be doing to him. He got why he did it though and tilted his head to offer more access. "Feel better, Dean?"

It was a little weird for him to think about doing it, but he didn't really think when it happened. It was an instinct. Sometimes it worried him later, when he thought back on it, but he didn't bring it up.

He pulled back and rested back against the pillows, nodding. "Much. Warm. Comfortable."

"Good." Sam relaxed back against a pillow, smiling a little bit. Still just tipsy enough from all the beer to be relaxed, comfortable like this. He let his eyes drift shut, breathed out a soft little sigh.

Dean settled down a little lower and leaned his head against Sam's arm. He didn't want to move too far away yet. Staying close to his brother kept him warmer, longer. He closed his eyes and hummed a pleasant sound, the blood and booze giving him a very nice buzz.

He opened his eyes at the press of the other's head against him. He smiled a little wider and went to pat him affectionately. "Hey... looks like you're getting comfortable." And he didn't mind one bit really. Dean was close and comfortable. It was more of a comfort than he'd ever let on to have Dean back around.

Dean made a happy sound at the pat, not really caring how puppy-like it was. So what if he liked to cuddle up to his brother after drinking his blood? That was... still not the worst thing he could be doing, right?

"Yup!" He answered cheerfully. Looked up and gave Sam a loopy smile. "Y'okay?"

There might have been worse things... Sam wasn't sure anymore. Letting your brother suck and lick on your neck, drink your blood, had to be so many kinds of wrong. So was letting him cuddle up like a puppy afterwards. But this was Dean and-- that sounded like the best excuse at the moment.

His lips curled up into a broader smile. "Dude, you're kinda drunk, aren't you?" And that was amusing for some reason. "Yeah, m'okay..."

In keeping with the puppy theme, Dean butted his head against Sam's hand to encourage more patting. He settled in and sighed happily. "Feelin' no pain, dude."

Sam snorted, but obliged with more petting. His touches were soft, soothing as he pushed his fingers through his hair. Kind of liked how it felt against his skin anyway. "Do you usually like petting after this, dude? 'Cause I bet the girls you hook up with don't find it as cute." His tone had a teasing edge to it though.

"Awwww, you callin' me cute, Sammy?" He grinned and wiggled closer, closing his eyes to enjoy the petting. If he thought for a second that he could get a girl to lay there and pet him like this, he might have tried it. Well, assuming he actually decided to think about it, anyway.

"Shut up," he murmured, laughing quietly as Dean wiggled in even closer. He wasn't sure how much closer Dean could actually get to him, if he kept squirming in like that. But since Dean kept wanting it, he kept his hand moving, brushing through short locks of hair lazily. "What'd you call someone cuddling up to you and wanting you to pet them, Dean?"

Dean was done wiggling. He was comfy now. As long as Sam kept petting him, he'd be content to just lay there and soak up his warmth. "Me? I'd call it adorable."

He was totally adorable.

"Uh-huh..." Dean was so modest. Sam was content to lay there and keep up the motions. Probably not exactly a normal thing to do, but neither was letting your brother drink your blood, so it seemed like too much effort to get worked up about it right now. He let his eyes drift shut, his other hand still loosely holding on at his shoulder. He didn't really want to go to sleep or anything, sleep rarely meant good things for him, but he was pretty comfortable.

Modesty was overrated when you were awesome. Like Dean. He smiled and sighed happily again. Normal didn't even cross his mind. As long as Sam was happy and he was happy, to hell with normal. Nothing else about their lives had ever been normal. Why start now?

He didn't mind if Sam dozed off. Dean figured he'd end up over here beside him later, anyway, when the nightmares started up. Might as well make it easy on them both.

Eventually, his hand started to slow and stopped entirely when Sam did reluctantly start dozing off despite every effort to not. And because Dean was there, still warm, it was easy to curl in a little more.

For right now, he was... maybe not happy, but okay. He didn't get very many 'okay' moments anymore, so he'd take them any way he could. Besides, tomorrow, it'd be back to business, back to the job and back to hunting Dad down for answers, back to thinking about Jess and how he'd let her down.

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