Dean Winchester (
bloodnbadthings) wrote2012-01-28 02:12 am
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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 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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