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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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Sam rested about as well as he ever did-- there were nightmares, mostly, mixed in with other vivid dreams here and there, but it was becoming run of the mill now, normal to wake up to.

Didn't mean he slept very late. But that was okay because they had work to do and he wouldn't get to it staying in bed.

Dean sighed as he watched Sam struggle in his sleep. When he couldn't listen anymore, he finally called over to wake him. "Sam! Sam, wake up."

Sam startled awake, blinking in confusion before he looked over at Dean. "Huh?"

It took a minute to gather himself, push himself into a sitting position. "What's going on?"

"You were having another bad dream." No point in asking what about, really. It had to be Jessica. If anyone had reason to have nightmares, it was Sam. Dean just wished he could do something to stop it from eating Sam alive.

"Don't suppose you wanna tell me about it?"

"It's the same thing as always..." He moved to slip out of bed, going to the mini fridge they had in the room for a bottle of water or something. No use in trying to settle back asleep now.

And no way was he giving details... What would he say? He saw flames and Jess on the ceiling, asking him why. He didn't know why he hadn't protected her, hadn't told her the truth other than his own selfish drive to be normal.

He shook his head, bringing the bottle to his lips. "Find anything?"

He sighed at the evasion and let it slide. No sense in picking a fight with Sam right now. After this case was over, they really needed to talk or something, though. Much as he hated talking.

"Yep." He turned back to the notes he'd been taking. "Looked up the names Gary Bryman and Linda Shoemaker. Found them in the obituaries. Linda was our original vic's wife. According to the coroner, she OD'd on a bunch of sleeping pills. They ruled it an accident."

"Gary was an eight year old who was killed in a hit and run. Witnesses saw a black, Toyota Camry driving away from the scene, but nobody saw the driver or got the plates. Now... three guesses what kind of car Jill drove?"

"So that's it, huh?" He moved over to look at the notes over Dean's shoulder. "She's punishing people who are guilty of something is what you're thinking?"

It's what it sounded like anyway. Still didn't explain where she was coming from or how, but it was a start at least. "We should talk to Charlie again tomorrow, see if she knows anything else, I guess."

"I dunno for sure, but it sounds like a pretty good theory to me. If we assume that Mr. Shoemaker did something to help his wife along to the other side, then it fits. And that's not all..." He picked up some printouts and handed them to his brother. One was a police report, the other a photograph of a mirror with a bloody hand print and writing on it. "I ran a nationwide search in sheer fucking desperation. I came up with one hit. A woman named Mary Worthington was murdered right in front of that mirror in Ft. Wayne, Indiana. It ain't exactly local, but it fits and it's all I can find."

"Hm... definitely fits the bill, I guess." He moved to settle in a seat across from Dean, thoughtful. "Really? So, what... haunted object or something is what you're thinking? Or what? Spirits don't usually travel..."

"I guess. Something like that. I think it's worth checking out, anyway. The police report lists an investigating officer." He gave Sam an apologetic look. "Probably have to do that without me. I don't imagine he'll think too kindly of us asking to meet in the middle of the night."

He shook his head dismissively at that. "I'll check it out, don't worry. At least you tracked down some info, man. I'll see if I can get a hold of him tomorrow."

Maybe they were finally going somewhere with this...

"No problem." Felt good to be doing something useful instead of being bound by his limitations. There was really just kind of no upside to this whole undeath thing.

"Anything you wanna do before I sleep? Hour or two until dawn."

Sam shook his head. "Nothing really, no..."

He was still kind of tired, himself, but there was no way he was going back to sleep if he could help it. He'd rather deal with being exhausted than suffer through every damn nightmare he had anymore. "Anything you want to do?"

Sam looked like crap right now. Dean wondered if he was going to make it through the day, at this rate. And he still had to meet up with the officer working Mary's case sometime, too.

He shrugged and asked, "Do you feel like giving blood tonight?"

He'd be fine. Mass amounts of coffee would be enough fuel to keep him going to meet up with the officer. He finished off the water he'd grabbed from the fridge and nodded. "Sure, if you want some."

Getting to his feet, he tossed the bottle away in the trash and settled on the edge of the bed.

Oh, he wanted it. Always wanted it. It seemed like it might ease off some of Sam's tension, too, though.

He pushed away from the table and stood, walking over to sit beside Sam. Put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. "Okay?"

He looked over at the hand on his shoulder and nodded, reaching up to give it a light pat in return. "Yeah, okay."

He shifted a little bit closer then, tipping his head a bit to offer Dean more access.

Dean's fangs descended and he leaned in close. He pierced Sam's skin as carefully as he could and then withdrew them, pressing his lips to the wound to drink. A soft sigh escaped him, in spite of his best efforts. Always so good.

Sam was pretty used to this now... however messed up it was. Used to the way Dean was always careful when he was biting, the little noises he made like it was something great. He let his eyes drift shut to just focus, a soft noise leaving his throat before he leaning his weight into Dean's a little more.

He had to be careful with Sam. Hurting him was out of the question. Dean would never have even asked if he thought he couldn't do it without hurting his brother.

One hand reached up to cup the opposite side of Sam's neck, the other arm curled around his back lightly, holding him closer. He wasn't going to take as much as he could tonight, not when Sam had to work and function by himself during the day. He wanted to enjoy having him warm and close for a while.

He let Dean draw him in, bringing one hand up to rest on the side of Dean's face. As long as Dean didn't take too much, he didn't mind. He still had work tomorrow and being anemic wouldn't exactly help him crawl through the day... though honestly, he wasn't really worried. Dean was always careful to not take too much anyway.

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