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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 backed up when Eric took a step closer to him. The guy gave him the creeps... now that's what he figured a monster would act like and he honestly didn't want any part of it.

His eyes narrowed protectively when he grabbed Dean like that, instinctively wanting to help his brother, to get him away from any danger, but... he didn't get whatever 'politics' they were talking about exactly, didn't think it was wise to get Dean in any more trouble than he apparently already was in.

Dammit, he hated this. Hated being powerless and hated that they were apparently getting drawn into some vampire crap... or Dean was anyway, but it wasn't like Sam could up and leave Dean. He could, but he didn't want to.

"It's an expensive thing, killing another vampire. And your... unique situation affords you a little more protection than most, but I'd advise you against provoking me further." Eric reached out a hand to brush down the wrinkles in the front of Dean's shirt. "It isn't that expensive."

"I'll keep that in mind," Dean answered as he tucked the card into his pocket. He was... relatively certain it was just a threat, but he wasn't going to chance it at the moment. "I'll take care of it tomorrow night. First thing."

"I noticed your... day precautions," Eric mentioned and glanced down at the black fabric he'd pulled out from one corner of the bed skirt. The disapproval on his face was John Wichester-levels of disappointment. "I don't know why you choose to live this way, but I suppose I can comfort myself with the knowledge that you're at least not eating cats. Yet. Speaking of eating..." He looked over at Sam again. "For a vampire's human companion, this one has a great deal of silver in his belongings and around the room. Curious, isn't it?"

Dean wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of Sam loaded up on silver, but he wasn't going to admit that to Eric. "He hunts werewolves," he said instead.

Eric laughed. "Does he? I like him already." He looked Sam over appraisingly one more and then headed out the door without another word.

Sam kept his arms crossed, dark look on his face. It was all he could do to keep quiet, to not react to someone threatening his brother and he didn't give a damn how powerful the guy was. Hated being talked about too. Like he had to explain why he had silver--it's not like he intended to use it on Dean or anything that wasn't trying to kill him.

He waited until Eric had left before stepping around Dean, eyes narrowing. "Who the hell was that?" A pause.

"And what do you mean, I'm yours? What the hell does that even mean, Dean?" If he was in trouble, why hadn't Dean ever mentioned it? Wasn't like he was setting out to get his brother killed or anything.

Dean hadn't really been aware of how much trouble he was in. He was aware he wasn't exactly following the rules he'd been given when he left, but he didn't figure anyone would follow him all the way from Louisiana just to take him to task for it.

He won't make that mistake again.

He sat down at the table and scrubbed his hands over his face. "That was the vampire I'm supposed to be linked to in vampire society. He claims to be my maker to avoid scandal from the real story."

The last questions weren't ones he was looking forward to explaining, but there was no avoiding it now. "For all their song and dance about peace and trust between vampires and humans, most vampires still view humans as property. They either belong to someone or they don't. If a human belongs to a vampire, another vampires can't take them."

"Eric was interested in you because you're important to me. If I didn't claim you, he'd take you... at least bite you... and neither of us would be able to stop him. Now that I've staked my claim, the only way he can have you is if you go willingly or I give you to him."

This was way too much to take in right now. He huffed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Dude, are you really in danger of being killed? And who the hell made you anyway?"

He hated that... he really didn't know much about Dean's life right now. It wasn't anything he remembered it being, apparently. He took in a steadying breath, pacing a little as he listened to Dean, frowning to himself.

"Dude, he is not biting me, I mean it. I'm not going to be vampire food." Dean- he was different. An exception. He spun back to look at Dean, thoughtfully. "And I'm not anybody's property! What exactly does it mean if I belong to you anyway? I mean, what are these guys going to be assuming?"

"I don't know. Maybe, if I don't start playing by their rules." Lots of vampires managed to get along without ever playing any politics, but Dean had the misfortune of being brought over right under the nose of a very politically savvy sheriff. He didn't get the option of flying under the radar.

He sighed at Sam's anger, expecting it, but it still stung. He was trying to protect Sam from being hurt, but he knew Sam wouldn't appreciate the method.

"I'm doing everything I can to make sure nobody bites you, Sam." He put his head in his hands and shook it miserably. Should have sent Sam away the minute he turned up in the club. Sam would have hated him for it, but he'd be safe from all this. "They'll assume I feed on you whenever I want and that we're probably lovers. I'm sorry, alright? I was trying to protect you."

"What are their rules, Dean?" He moved to finally sit across the table from the other, glaring down. God, this was so messed up. His cheeks felt warm and he knew he had to be flushing at the explanation and he ducked his head. "Oh, great. Perfect."

People would just assume he let his own brother fuck him and feed on him. Well, they'd be right about the feeding- on occasion, anyway. "So, what... because you're with me, that guy has to be a big enough dick to try and bite me just for that unless you... you claim me?" He rubbed a hand over his face.

They didn't need to deal with that on top of everything else. "Anyway, what's that thing you have to do tomorrow?"

"There are too many to list. Think feudal society England... kings, queens, subjects, sheriffs overseeing things. Ask permission to cross into territories, be charming, dance on a string..." He shrugged, elbows on his knees, eyes listlessly staring at the floor. He hated politics. Didn't have the patience for it. It looked like he was going to have to learn, though.

"It's my fault Eric's interested in you..." He mumbled miserably. "I made such a big deal about not feeding on humans while I was there, now he wants to know what makes you so special that I broke my own rule."

He sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out the card. Just an address, but he could guess what it was. "Drainers. People who hunt vampires to capture them and drain their blood to sell. He wants me to shut them down." Because hunting and killing was really what he was good at. Even monsters had talents.

"It's none of his business what we do." But apparently it didn't work that way. He let out a sigh, watching Dean for a few moments. He looked miserable. "Well- nothing makes me special, right? I mean..."

He looked down, rubbing a hand over his face. "Whatever... I know you didn't mean to put me in danger, dude."

Didn't like Dean telling people that he was his like he was some item though. "Wait, how do you shut them down?"

"Doesn't really matter, Sammy. He makes it his business." There wasn't much in the world he wanted less than to have to explain to Sam how he was different from other humans. Especially since Dean couldn't even say why it was so. He didn't know. He just... was.

The only way he could see to keep Sam safe from all this was to get him as far away from himself as possible. And hope Eric lost interest. He felt a stab of pain at the thought. Hadn't had Sam back very long just to lose him again.

"Track them down, hopefully rescue whichever poor bastard they've got trussed up in silver, and turn them over to the local sheriff. Unless they try to kill me first and then I kill them back." He shrugged.

"Alright..." He shifted a little, uncomfortably. "Do you... have to go alone? I mean, it sounds dangerous, Dean."

And Dean was in enough over his head without adding getting caught and bled tot he list.

"I don't have to go alone, no..." He finally looked over at Sam. Didn't really want to add any more frustration to his brother's life, but the idea of being caught by drainers scared the holy hell out of him, so he was tempted to take him up on the offer. "It won't be pleasant, though. And I'll..."

Man, he really, really didn't want to say this. "I'll understand if you'd rather go on looking for Dad and not have to deal with any of my vampire mess, here. I wanted to keep you out of it, as much as I could, but I don't think that's possible anymore. If you stay with me."

Sam looked across the table at Dean at that, frowning. He didn't want to get involved in vampire politics, especially when he didn't understand much of it beyond what Dean just explained. He didn't want Dean to have to claim him as some walking blood bank and possible sex toy. He needed to find Dad... he really did. Needed answers, needed revenge for Jess.

But this was Dean and as reluctant as he was, the idea of Dean getting caught and bound up in silver to be bled- well, that idea turned his stomach enough to dampen that desperate desire to find Dad. "I'm not letting you do this alone, Dean, not if I can help."

Dean smiled a little. He was pretty sure that the responsible, big brother thing to do would be to send Sam off without him rather than drag him in deeper, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He just got him back. Didn't want to lose him again so soon.

"Alright. You don't have to go to meet the sheriff. I'll come back and pick you up after." If Sam hadn't liked Eric, he almost certainly wouldn't like the local sheriff and a half dozen of her 'employees'.

"Okay..." Sam hadn't liked Eric. He'd made his skin crawl, threatened his brother, was a threat to him. If that's how other vampires were... well, he wasn't too big on meeting the rest.

"We should just try to get some rest tonight, I guess."

"Yeah, probably." He scrubbed a hand through his hair and stood up to stretch. "You go ahead and veg out, if you want. I need to find a store and see about grabbing some TrueBlood. You want anything?"

He went to the TV to snag the keys off the top of it.

"I don't know if I can veg out right now," he murmured, but stayed seated as he watched Dean get to his feet. He felt wired now, worried and it wasn't like he was expecting to get much rest tonight despite his words. He huffed quietly. "No... I'm good, Dean."

Dean paused at Sam's huff, looking over curiously. What did he do now? "You okay?"

It wasn't directed at Dean, really. He wasn't mad at him... and he tried to show through a stiff little smile as he brought his hand up to rub at his neck. "Yeah... I'm okay, Dean. Little bit of a headache, I guess."

He pocketed the keys and walked over to Sam, kneeling beside his brother's chair. He didn't want to leave Sam stressed out like this. "It's gonna be okay, Sam. I promise."

He looked over when Dean knelt down beside him. It was just weird seeing Dean like this, realizing how different he was now... that he really was part of them, even if he didn't act like that guy earlier. He couldn't just shrug it off, apparently. Not unless he wanted to put himself in danger.

He reached out to touch the other's shoulder though because right now, it was just Dean, trying to reassure him. "I know... M'fine, Dean."

He let his hand linger there for a moment, thumb idly brushing the fabric of his brother's shirt.

Dean reached up and put a hand lightly on Sam's arm in response. He didn't really seem to be fine at all. Why should he be? He just got a face full of vampire garbage all because of Dean.

And maybe it wasn't the best time to offer, but he didn't know what else he had to give. "Do you want me to... I mean, it feels good. It might help you relax...?"

Sam paused at the offer, eyebrows raised a moment. On the one hand, it did feel good... in ways he figured he probably shouldn't be letting his own brother do, but it helped Dean in return, so he tried to tell himself it was alright.

On the other hand, he just kept thinking of the way Dean had said he was his like it wasn't a joke, like he was for real and he had to wonder if Dean didn't feel that way on some level. He wasn't exactly human anymore... not entirely and that much was obvious.

"Hey, Dean?" He paused, thoughtfully, trying to keep his tone neutral, curious. It wasn't like he was trying to accuse his own brother of anything, not exactly.

"Why, uh... Why do you feed off me? I know I offered first and I'm not taking that back. I mean, if you want to, you- can." Crap, he didn't know what he'd gotten himself into here. "Just- wondering, that's all."

The taunt from Eric had stung him pretty good earlier and now... what was Sam getting at? Definitely shouldn't have offered. Hell, he shouldn't have taken Sam's offer in the first place. If Sam hadn't hadn't had his bite mark, Eric probably wouldn't have given him a second look.

Maybe this was how it started? Turning into a real monster...

"I just thought it might help." He answered finally, pulling his hand back. He stood up and brushed off his knees. "I'm gonna head out. See you when I get back."

"Dean..." He watched the other get up like that, shrug him off. He wanted to tell him to stay, not to go, that- he was just in a crap mood. He shouldn't be wondering crap like that about his brother.

Dean was helping him, putting himself in danger in the end and that- should count for something. It really should and it did. Just tonight had been weird.

"I didn't mean it like that, man," he finally murmured. He usually tried not to think about it, dwell on it, but the words came out before he thought the better of it, "It- yeah, it does help, okay?"

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