bloodnbadthings | 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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"Cute." He snorted and helped his brother sit up carefully. The smell of his blood was mildly distracting, but he didn't dwell on it. Fortunately, his instinct to protect Sam was stronger than his need to feed right now, even though he'd skipped feeding after he woke up tonight. "Had enough fun for one night? I'd like to leave now."

Except that behind him, he heard the rustle of fabric and the crunching of glass under foot...

He managed a weak smile, nodding. "Yeah... me too."

He kind of wanted to get as far from this place as possible.

Except their job wasn't done apparently. Sam looked up, over Dean and there she was. Mary. Had to be. He let out another pained noise, curling back over. "Dean..."

Dean looked around sharply and saw her slowly walking toward them. At first, he flinched when she looked at him, but nothing happened. Her head tipped to the side, looking almost confused. He gave her a cold smile full of fang, "Sorry. Already dead."

What could he do now? They hadn't come equipped to handle a standard ghost. No way he was running out to the car and leaving Sam with this thing. He moved between her and Sam, but it wasn't enough. He could hear Sam's heart straining and the pained breaths he was taking. Dean was half a second from grabbing Sam and seeing if Mary could outrun a vampire, but a flicker of light off a piece of glass on the floor caught his attention and...

Worth a try. He grabbed the nearest mirror, yanked it close to hold it up in front of himself and was rewarded with the gravely voice of Mary's reflection listing back her own crimes. Dean watched her start to bleed and then disappear in a shatter of glass. He tossed the mirror down, destroying it and Mary for good.

Instantly, the pain lessened and Sam slumped in relief, ducking his head forward. "God..."

He licked his lips and shifted to try and get himself to his feet. Finally. This was over and they could get back to searching for Dad. "You okay, Dean?"

He wanted to get back to the room and take a shower or something. At least get the blood off his face.

He reached down to help Sam up and kept a hand on his brother's arm as he led him to the car. Once Sam was settled in the Impala, Dean climbed in to start the engine and take them back to the motel. "How do you feel?"

Sam shrugged and slouched down in his seat, tipping his head back. "M'okay. Wiped out, but I'll live."

It could have been a lot worse, honestly. "At least I still have my eyes, right?"

"Yeah..." Not that Sam looked like he was in very good shape, lucky or no. Dean glanced over at him and then back to the road. "Maybe back at the hotel, you should let me give you some of my blood? I know you're not keen on the side effects, but watching your eyes bleed kinda freaked me out, to be honest..."

He'd been more freaked out by the way it felt like his chest was going to explode or something, honestly, but he refrained from saying that one. Instead, he considered that offer. Yeah, he was hesitant... drinking Dean's blood made things complicated, no matter what healing properties it had.

Still, no telling what damage was done back there. He felt like crap and probably didn't look much better. He shrugged, reluctantly nodding. "Yeah, maybe I should..."

Some of the tension in Dean's shoulders relaxed when Sam agreed. Yeah, it was a weird thing to be glad about, but it beat the hell out of watching his little brother bleed from the eyes. "Okay."

He pulled into the parking lot, mind already moving ahead to getting out of town. He'd get Sam inside, get him cleaned up, and then get the hell out of Dodge. "C'mon. Let's get you inside."

An Unexpected Visit

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