An Unexpected Visit

[bloodnbadthings]

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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[thinkshesosmart]

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.

[bloodnbadthings]

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?"

[thinkshesosmart]

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..."

[bloodnbadthings]

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."

[thinkshesosmart]

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.

[bloodnbadthings]

"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.

[thinkshesosmart]

"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?"

[bloodnbadthings]

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.

[thinkshesosmart]

"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.

[bloodnbadthings]

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.

[thinkshesosmart]

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.

[bloodnbadthings]

Dean slipped an arm around Sam's waist, his head resting against his brother's side, kind of half hidden by the way Sam was curled into him. Not that he minded. Strictly speaking, he didn't have to breathe and if he got to stay curled up and warm with Sam a while longer, that was a definite bonus.

[thinkshesosmart]

He'd probably apologize in the morning for practically using Dean as a pillow... or pretend it didn't happen because he seriously wasn't a five year old anymore, a little old to be doing this. He hadn't really intended anyway, but apparently his body was bound and determined to make up for the sleep he didn't exactly give it anymore.

At least for now, his sleep was easier tonight than usual though and he squirmed in closer to Dean, ducking his face against him.

[bloodnbadthings]

As long as Sam was getting some rest, Dean didn't really care how it happened and this wasn't the worst position to be in ever. It was warm and comfortable. In a couple of hours, he'd be all by himself on the cold floor, so right now, this was kind of a treat.

The under the bed thing? Really getting old.

He hummed quietly to himself while he laid there. They had a miserable case here with the whole Bloody Mary thing and it wasn't likely to get better before it got worse, so any moment of peace they could find suited him just fine.

[thinkshesosmart]

Sam stayed asleep peacefully and, unless Dean woke him, he probably wouldn't stir again until at least dawn when Dean would kind of have to move. Which kind of sucked because he made a pretty great pillow as it turns out.

Hopefully, tomorrow they could find a lead in this case an get at least a little bit closer to figuring it out... before anybody else died with any luck.

[bloodnbadthings]

Dean stayed still until he felt dawn approaching. Then he slowly started to disentangle himself from his brother. Most of his happy buzz had worn off already, but he still felt faintly warm and that was nice.

"Sammy?" He murmured gently, trying to get his brother settled down to sleep without him there. Hopefully he could get some more rest.

[thinkshesosmart]

Sam made a soft noise, looking up through bleary eyes at the sound of his name. "Hm?" He settled off Dean, tugging the covers up tighter around himself. It took him a minute to remember exactly why Dean was moving. "Going to bed now?"

[bloodnbadthings]

"Yeah." He patted Sam's hair lightly as his brother settled down. Good. Looked like he was going back to sleep. "See you tonight."

He slipped off the bed and under his, pulling in the blackout fabric and settling in for the day.

[thinkshesosmart]

Sam hummed pleasantly at the pat, settling back in. "'Night, Dean..."

He'd try to sleep anyway... though like usual, he had no doubt he'd be up early. Gave him time to work at least and prepare for tonight.

[bloodnbadthings]

Dean slept through the day and woke at the usual time that night. He took a minute to let himself be miserable at the sight of yet another dirty motel bed frame to wake up to. Then he shook it off and climbed back out from under it to stand up and stretch.

[thinkshesosmart]

Sam was ready and dressed, settled at the table by the time Dean moved himself out from under the bed. He nodded slowly in greeting. "Hey..."

[bloodnbadthings]

"Hey." He looked Sam over curiously. "Feel okay?" Hopefully not too much of a hangover. Dean'd drawn out a lot of the booze when he drank from Sam the night before, but he forgot to leave water out for his brother in the morning and he kind of felt like a heel for it.

[thinkshesosmart]

"Yeah, I'm okay, Dean." He'd had time to get over the hangover... or at least pop painkillers and down water, along with those iron supplements he'd had left over.

"Sorry, uh, I fell asleep on you, dude." Literally. "You feel okay?"

[bloodnbadthings]

"No problem. I was half-asleep myself." And it was comfortable. "Yeah, m'okay. Need to grab a shower before we head out, though. Particularly dusty under these beds here."

He popped a TruBlood into the microwave for now. "Won't take too long."

[thinkshesosmart]

He nodded at that. "Yeah, alright. Just let me know when you want to leave." They needed to wait until later anyway, make sure the family wouldn't see them climbing in or anything.