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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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He knew what he should have done as a hunter when he saw what his brother had become, knew he shouldn't be sitting here, letting him feed and actually enjoying it in some way.

When Dean was finished, when he settled for just lapping at the wound the way he always did, he turned his head a little to look at him. "Feel better?"

"Mmm-hmm." His eyes were hazy when he sat back and smiled at his brother. Not quite as loopy as he might have been, if he'd taken more, but pretty well feeling no pain.

"You?" Hopefully it was pretty good for Sam, as well. Relaxing at least.

He gave a snort at that hazy look, nodding slowly. "Yeah, Dean, m'fine."

Being fed on was... well,it was an interesting experience at least. He could see the appeal in it even if he was long ways from ever going into a vampire bar to find some random person to bite him. Dean- was different though. Dean was careful and he trusted him.

An entirely different experience to being tackled and fed on by a starved vampire, that's for sure. He offered a short smile of his own, leaning into Dean a little briefly.

As long as Sam was leaning on him, Dean kept the hold on him. His hand rubbed along his brother's spine lightly. It still amazed him that Sam would let him even get this close. Felt good, though. Warm. Family.

He rested his head on Sam's shoulder and let himself breathe his brother's scent, eyes half lidded and relaxed.

It was nice to have Dean back, honestly, in whatever form he was in. He tipped his head against Dean's, smiling to himself briefly before he reached up to ruffle his hair lightly.

"You look comfortable."

"I am. You make a good pillow, Sammy." He smiled and glanced up at him, not really inclined to move away just yet. Were they supposed to be working on something? He hoped not. He sure couldn't remember what it was.

Nope. They were pretty much done with work for the night... tapped out until tomorrow at least. Sam did start shifting to lean back on the bed, keeping an arm drawn around Dean to let him know he could follow. Figured it wasn't any weirder than Dean drinking his blood, honestly and he seemed to enjoy it.

"You're like a cat, dude." Curling up to whatever was warm...

"Yeah, yeah. I know you always wanted a dog." He teased, getting comfortable once he'd been pulled down along with Sam. He really wasn't think about anything but staying warm as long as he could and that included getting cozy with Sam a while. He rubbed his face against Sam's shoulder and did his best purring impression.

"You know I did." He laughed softly when Dean decided to nuzzle into him and purr. He wasn't really thinking much either, just relaxed for now. It wasn't often he felt that way, so he was holding on while he could. "Guess you being half cat isn't so bad, but you start trying to nap on my laptop and I might have to get a spray bottle..."

"If your laptop doesn't wanna be laid on, it shouldn't be warm." He answered cheerfully, eyes closed and comfortable where he was. Oh, this was what he'd missed more than anything else since he'd been turned. The heat of a human body next to him. He sighed contentedly.

He snorted, letting his own eyes drift shut even though he was far from wanting to sleep. Sleep generally meant unpleasantness, so he'd actually prefer just being awake. "Weirdo."

Dean was comfortable against him anyway, warm from the blood and solid. Irritating as his brother could be, he was just glad to have him back.

Even though he didn't plan to, Dean did doze a bit as he laid there. Soon enough, though, the dawn was closing in and his instinctive need to hide from it got him moving. He shifted away reluctantly, rolling onto his back to yawn and stretch.

"Time for me to disappear, Sammy." He sat up slowly. "See you tonight..."

"Hm?" He opened his eyes slowly. He'd been half-dozing, himself. The words registered and he gave a nod of his own. "Alright... 'night, Dean."

He settled back to wait for Dean to get situated under the bed and go under before he'd get up and shower... and get ready to meet with that officer. Hopefully, something could get resolved today.

"Good luck. Be careful out there." Dean reached over to ruffle Sam's hair lightly and then slipped under the bed to settle in for the day. Minutes after he was situated, the sun rose and he fell into nothingness.

"Dude..." He made a face at that ruffle, even if he was too drowsy to really get too worked up about it. After Dean was out for the day, Sam got up to shower. He had time to kill before he could go do anything, so he spent it doing a little more research, making sure he had his facts straight before he headed out to meet with the detective.

Turned out Mary was a 19 year old girl, having an affair with someone who likely killed her but got away scot-free. She was cremated, but the mirror was returned to the family...

And apparently, the mirror was sold recently to a shop in Toledo.

That seemed more than enough to go on. He just had to wait for Dean to get up to tell him.

The first thing Dean thought when he woke was that he hoped Sam came up with something amazing, because he was sick to death of the underside of this fucking bed. He made a face at it and then climbed out, standing to stretch and dust himself off.

"Tell me you hit the jackpot."

"Think I found something. Turns out Mary was murdered... the detective said something about how she'd been having an affair with some guy and she wrote in her journal she was going to tell his wife." He shrugged, watching as Dean stretched himself out.

"Long story short, she was cremated and the family kept the mirror, but... it was recently sold to a shop here. Figure it's the best thing we've got to go off of, right? But the only thing I don't get is... how can she move through different mirrors?"

"I have no idea, but I say we find the bitch and smash it, because I'm officially sick of this town and this case." He felt better now that they had a plan of some sort. Anything to get moving and stop sitting around on his ass.

He grabbed his bag to pull on some clean clothes. He could shower tonight after it was over. "Ready for some breaking and entering, little bro?"

Dean was eager... and so was Sam, but something told him it wouldn't be as easy as smashing the mirror. He could wait to talk about it though... wait until they were closer. He got to his feet and pocketed the photo of the mirror they were looking for and slipped his jacket on.

"You know it, Dean. Let's just get this over with."

As soon as he was dressed, he snatched the keys off the top of the TV and clapped Sam on the shoulder. Oh yeah, he was in a good mood now. With any luck, they'd be out of this town by dawn. Sure, he'd be under another nasty motel bed somewhere, but it would be a different nasty motel room bed.

He climbed into the Impala and started the engine, heading for the shop Sam indicated.

He settled in the Impala an let the silence drag out for a bit. His eyes were focused out the window and part of him didn't want to bring this up seeing as how Dean seemed to be in a good mood right now and he didn't want to be bothered with the argument, but the more he let it drag out, the less time he'd have to convince Dean of it.

"Dean, I was thinking... Maybe it's not enough to smash just that mirror. Mary's hard to pin down, she can move from mirror to mirror obviously. So... maybe we need to summon her, tie her down,and then smash it."

Something about Sam's silence niggled at the edge of Dean's awareness, but he decided not to pry. They could talk after this case was in their rear view.

He glanced over at Sam's words and hummed thoughtfully. It made sense, but there was a problem. "I dunno how we'd do that. If we're right, she only comes after someone with a big, nasty secret of some kind. Plus, I'm already dead, so I doubt she'd waste her energy on me."

Well, it was now or never, really. "I can do it, Dean. She'll come after me."

He had a big, nasty secret, alright. She'd want him for what happened with Jess, for not warning her... for not doing anything for her.

"What?" Dean snapped his head around to look at Sam. Dean knew killers. Hell, he was one. There was no way Sam was carrying around the kind of secret that would draw in Mary. "What are you talking about, Sam? If this is about Jessica... dude, you didn't kill her. Something else did."

He shook his head at that, turning his back to the road for something to focus on. "I haven't told you everything about Jessica, Dean." The dreams that played out exactly how it happened days before... they weren't just nightmares, but he was just too damn obsessed with being normal to even consider it...

"Just trust me on this, man. It's the only shot we have... and if you don't let me do that, Dean, people are going to keep dying because of Mary. You know that."

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