Dean Winchester (
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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."
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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Eventually, he reached a hand up to push Sam's hair back and take hold of the collar of his shirt to pull it aside. All his motions were slow and deliberate, giving Sam every opportunity to stop him if he wanted. When his brother didn't say to stop, he extended his fangs and gently pierced his skin. His lips pressed to the wounds and he drank, careful not to pull hard on the skin and hurt him.
It was still incredible. The first taste burned like something cinnamony, spicy, warming him like other blood never did. He made a soft sound of pleasure and pulled Sam a little closer, letting himself sink into the feeling a moment.
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Didn't matter if he was being an idiot.
He felt Dean reaching up to push at his hair, felt him pushing at his shirt and he tilted his head a little to show it was okay. It wasn't as daunting as the first time he'd let Dean feed off him and this time, he let himself let out a soft groan. He let his eyes drift shut, arms tightening around his brother, fisting into the back of his shirt.
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He groaned softly against Sam's skin and shivered as his body began to react to the pleasure. This was the hard part... trying to keep it as clean as he could for Sam, all the while, his body was pleading for more. He ignored it the best he could, focused on the blood that was so sweet, hot, and tantalizing. Focused on keeping himself in check and staying aware of when to stop.
There was time, yet. He never took as much as he could from Sam, but even so, he still had another minute or two before he had to force himself to let go.
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He tried to just let himself relax into the other's body, one hand trailing up to cradle against the back of Dean's head, the other idly, stroking over his back as tensions melted away. "Dean..."
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Warm, content, and a little loopy from the effects of Sam's blood, he kept his brother close, face still tucked in against his neck. His tongue peeked out to lap at the healing wounds, not really thinking about it. It wasn't as healing as vampire blood, but it did help.
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"Feel better?" He finally asked after a moment or so.
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He nodded slowly at the question, tipping his head to rest it against Sam's shoulder once any stray drops of blood were gone from Sam's neck. "Much better. Y'okay?"
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Eventually, he figured he couldn't get by with the excuse of recovering if Dean called him on the fact that he was practically cuddling, so he started to draw away, laying back on the bed. He'd have to move to his own in a minute, but not right now.
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Eventually, he just slumped down beside Sam and laid there, eyes half-lidded. If he got any more relaxed, he might just fall asleep.
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God, Sam felt drowsy too, more relaxed than he'd felt earlier. Figured it wouldn't hurt if he rested his eyes for a few minutes anyway, let himself forget for a moment all the crap that had happened earlier, that he'd landed himself on a job with his brother.
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Instead of getting up, he laid there and let Sam rest. Didn't want to risk moving and waking him up again.
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His sleep was easy tonight, for now and he just curled in a little closer to Dean as his breathing slowed and evened out.
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Still, he knew he should probably move back to his own bed soon. When dawn got there, Dean would want to go under the bed... probably wouldn't appreciate Sam passed out on the bed he had to sleep under.He brought up a hand to rest over the one Dean had on his arm, squeezing it gently, lingering there before starting to move it off so he could see if Dean'd let him slip off.
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