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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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Dean felt the bed move when Sam got up and heard him moving around the room. Really should get up and do something productive, but he was comfortable where he was, still enjoying the latent body heat from where Sam had been laying. Maybe h'd get up when the blanket and the bed got cold again.

"You're imagining things, Sammy." He did finally roll over to speak more clearly. And to take over the spot Sam had been laying in. "I'm wide awake. Bright eyed and bushy tailed."

Sam was soon settling on his own bed, pulling the covers up around him as he got comfortable. Might as well try to get as much rest as he could... sounded like they'd have a case to work on tonight..

"Yeah, well, you can be as awake as you want, Dean. Think I'm going to get more sleep."

"Go ahead, Sam. I'm gonna make that shopping run I was headed for earlier." He didn't need blood tonight, but he wasn't going to plan to feed off Sam any more than his brother was comfortable with, so bottled was necessary. Plus, he needed a few things for tomorrow night.

He got up and stretched, went to splash some water on his face in the bathroom, then headed for the door. "Sure you don't need anything?"

"Alright..." He shifted a little bit, watching Dean as he got ready to head out. He shouldn't even be entertaining the idea of letting Dean keep feeding on him, but he was. It was dirty and wrong, dangerous even, but the stuff Dean said... and yeah, okay, maybe he liked the closeness too. It was all just... kind of messed up.

And it'd definitely have to stop before they got close to Dad. It'd be tricky enough convincing him to not hurt Dean, let alone if he saw bite marks on Sam...

Then there were those other vampires like that one today. God, that had been uncomfortable, even more so when Dean decided to claim him.

"Hm?" He looked over before shaking his head. "No, not really, Dean."

Dean wouldn't blame him a bit if he called it off. In Dean's mind, Sam was still very firmly labeled 'not a food source'. Sam's blood was comforting and, yeah, arousing, but he wasn't a midnight snack and he wouldn't blame his brother a bit for refusing to allow any more bites.

If he'd known how much his impromptu claim bothered Sam, he probably wouldn't allow himself to touch him again. In any way. He hadn't intended to give his brother the idea that he was viewing him as property. Not for real. It had just been the only thing he could think to say that would stop Eric from advancing on Sam anymore.

He nodded and headed out the door. "I'll be back in a little bit. Get some sleep, Sammy."

Sam didn't think he'd be calling it off, not right now. Part of him liked it, sick as it was. The bite and the rush, even the way Dean always held him close like he didn't want to let go.

Tonight had just been weird and he was worried for Dean. Didn't know he'd been getting him into trouble and worried all over again how they'd make this work between them. It'd be hard to hunt for Dad if Dean had to please every damn vampire they came across. Maybe he shouldn't have asked him along, but... it had been Dean, walking and talking, a comfort, really. He didn't know if he could give it up yet, even if he was frustrated over Dad.

"I will, Dean..." He huddled back under the covers.

He wasn't sure he could fall asleep, but he was trying to.

An hour or two later, Dean returned with several bags. TrueBlood, obviously, some things for Sam whether he asked or not (since 'giving blood' so often came with certain deficiencies), and clothes, oddly enough. It was difficult to find a place open this late, but a vampire skilled at glamour could get things done fairly easily. The stupid meet and greet tomorrow required more than just manners, unfortunately.

He made sure to come in silently, just in case Sam fell asleep while he was out.

Sam ended up dozing off and on, but he'd given up by the time Dean came back in. He'd been sitting up, flipping absently through bad late night programing when the door opened. He gave his brother a questioning look when he saw the bags. "I'm going to guess you're not just really stocking up on TrueBlood here..."

"Not exactly." He dropped a bottle of orange juice and a bottle of iron supplements on the table next to Sam's bed. There were a few more small OJ bottles to go in the fridge with the blood.

The clothes he pulled out of the bag and hung up carefully. Black fitted slacks and a gunmetal gray, long sleeved shirt. New boots. He'd left all the shiny, preppy crap Pam forced on him back in Louisiana, so he'd have to make do on his own now.

He snorted when Dean sat the bottle of juice and supplements down. He took the bottle of iron supplements to inspect curiously, drinking the juice. Figured the pills would come in handy if they kept up with the biting stuff.

He looked up as Dean took out his new clothes. "What's with the get up?"

Dean answered Sam's amused snort with a teasing thump on the shoulder. He didn't want his brother to get run down because of this. Sam's health was easily more important than Dean's comfort.

"If I turn up to present myself to the local sheriff in jeans and biker boots, it'll get back to Eric and I can expect another visit. Or he'll send someone, which would be worse." He sighed and scowled at the 'respectable' clothes. He didn't look bad in them, not at all. He just hated having to wear them.

He pulled a face at the thumb, but he did open the bottle and pop whatever it said on the back, swallowing them down just so Dean didn't have a reason to nag him for it later.

"So is that what you meant about them playing dress up with you?" He put aside he pills and finished off his juice.

There wouldn't be any nagging, as long as Sam took the iron. Sam ate healthy most of the time, so there wasn't anything else to worry about.

"Pretty much. I had a closet full of this crap back at that house. They liked to show me off like a pet."

"Never realized how complicated this was for you," he muttered, shifting to lay back against his pillows, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Or how fashion conscious vampires apparently were. He turned his gaze to Dean curiously again though, after a few moments.

"Hey, how often can you... you know, drink from a human? With the supplements and stuff."

He snorted and shrugged, going to sit on the edge of his bed to pull off his boots. It was getting close to dawn and he needed to start thinking about sleep. "It's aggravating more than anything else. Could definitely be worse. I've heard horror stories."

Sam's question made him pause. "As much as I usually take? Three or four times a week, maybe? If you were less physically active maybe more, but I don't wanna risk you getting worn out at a dangerous moment."

"Do I even want to know the horror stories?" Felt like he'd heard and seen enough tonight and looked like Dean was already getting ready for bed. He shifted onto his stomach, head propped up to watch the other.

"Hm..." He nodded absently. "I was just curious..."

"Not tonight, dude. I'll tell you some tomorrow if you still wanna hear them." He didn't really want to sleep thinking about it. Even if he didn't dream.

Dean finished getting ready for bed relatively quickly. He was kind of curious about why Sam wanted to know about the feeding frequency, but he figured now wasn't the best time to push the issue. Especially when he didn't really have time.

He wandered over to ruffle Sam's hair lightly. "Eat something. Real food, dude. Nothing from a gas station or a vending machine, okay?"

He rolled his eyes at the reminder. Still felt like Dean was that same buggy big brother sometimes. "I know, Dean. I will. Just get some rest. Got a job to work tonight."

Had no idea what they were going to be doing or how hard it was going to be either, so definitely needed some actual food for the energy.

Somebody had to look out for the twerp. He wasn't always so good at doing it himself!

"See you tomorrow night, Sammy." He waved and slipped into his hiding spot, pulling the blackout fabric in around him. In minutes, the inky blackness slipped in as the dawn rose outside.

He wasn't going to entirely forget to feed himself without reminders! But whatever, he'd go out as soon as he thought he'd find a decent place open to grab breakfast and maybe bring something back for lunch later. They had to take care of this business for Dean, but... Sam couldn't lose sight of his goals here either.

So while Dean slept, Sam managed another couple hours of sleep before he got up, showered and dressed, then headed out the door to handle some things.

The next evening, Dean woke at the usual time. He was tempted to lay there and not get up. The last thing he wanted to do was drag Sam deeper into the vampire world, but he was also glad to not be going alone. The idea of being killed outright wasn't anywhere near as scary as the idea of being slowly bled out and left to die.

He climbed out from under his bed and stretched.

Sam looked up from his laptop when Dean finally came out. "Hey..." He went to push the computer closed and put it aside. He didn't know when they'd be going to that address he'd been given or what exactly to expect when he got there, but he was going to wait for Dean to get ready to ask anything about it.

"Hey." He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. "I'm gonna grab a shower and get dressed. Should get the meet and greet crap done as early as I can. No telling how long the drainers will take tonight."

He paused and looked Sam over. "You okay?"

"How long do you think it'll take meeting the vampires or whatever?" He paused, tilting his head. "Sure you want to go alone?"

Going around a bunch of vampires didn't sound appealing, but neither did Dean getting himself in a bad spot by himself.

He looked up at the question, nodding. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Just checking. You didn't seem real happy last night." With good reason, really. Dean had been none too happy when he was exposed to vampire BS and he was one of them.

He shook his head and headed for the bathroom. "I'll be alright. They want a favor from Eric, so they won't do anything to me."

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