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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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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."

"Oh..." He shook his head as he looked down, a little awkwardly. "Just a lot to take in all of a sudden, dude. M'fine."

He nodded absently at that. If Dean wanted to handle it by himself, Sam wasn't going to argue with it... so long as he didn't try to take care of the drainers by himself.

Dean disappeared into the bathroom to shower quickly and returned not long after with a towel around his waist. He got dressed in the new clothes, scowling occasionally just on principle.

"Probably shouldn't be more than an hour or so. I'll be back after to pick you up." He glanced over at Sam while he sat down to pull on the new boots. "You sure you want to do this? It's humans we're gonna be after. I won't be upset if you decide you'd rather not."

Sam paused from what he was doing, looking up at Dean. He snorted, a little distracted by Dean in those clothes. It's not that they looked bad or anything... they looked good on him. He just wasn't used to seeing Dean dressed up like that.

But it was hard to linger with the amusement at the question. Not like he was easy about that, going after humans, but... "I'm not letting you do it alone, Dean."

The idea of them getting the upper hand with Dean, draining him... it was enough to get him onboard. Besides, the fact that they were draining vampires for blood? Too skeevy to just ignore.

Dean shot him a sour look at the snort. His brother, the comedian. Couldn't really blame him, though. The whole thing was ridiculous. Vampires still in love with courtly behaviors. It was the modern age... why couldn't he just introduce himself by email?

He nodded at Sam's answer. As long as Sam was sure about it. Didn't want his brother resenting him for it later.

"Alright. I'll be back soon." He snatched up his keys and his wallet and headed for the Impala. The sooner he went and did the stupid meet and greet, the sooner he could hunt.

While Dean was gone, Sam took the opportunity to look up what he could on drainers, on vampires in general. It wasn't that he was clueless, that he didn't have some knowledge, but a hell of a lot more had become available since vampires... came out.

If they were going on a hunt, he wanted to know what they were up against. Took some digging around- not everyone had taken a shine to vampires so of course he'd have to dig through a lot of sites that tried to paint the in the worst light possible... and then on the other end of the spectrum, people who apparently adored them. He couldn't tell which was worse... they were both pretty bad.

As soon as he looked up all that he could (and learned some things he probably didn't need to know), he was off his laptop again and going around the room, getting ready. Dean said he'd be back in about an hour and it had been that, so... he had to be ready for this.

By the time Dean returned, he reeked of perfume and his skin was warm. The local sheriff kept a handful of 'donors' on hand and liked to share. She apparently took great offense if refused, so Dean hadn't, much as he would have liked to. Getting through the sickly layer of cosmetics on the girl had been like biting into a bar of floral soap. Not terribly appealing.

He opened the door and stepped in, glad to see Sam ready to go. He didn't want to take all night to do this. Would much rather get it done and get out of town before the sheriff found some other way to be friendly.

From his bag, he grabbed his old pearl-grip Colt, some extra clips, and a pair of black leather gloves. There was lighter fluid in the trunk, as always, and anything else he might need. "Ready to roll, Sam?"

Sam pulled a face when Dean stepped in, reeking of perfume. Yeah, no way to mistake that or miss it. "Dude, what the hell is that smell?"

He nodded at the question though. "Yeah, let's get going, I guess. You know how to get there?"

"Eau de Desperation," he muttered, annoyed by it, and paused to change his shirt. It really was nasty. Particularly to his enhanced sense of smell. How those vampires handled all that perfume, he couldn't begin to guess.

"Yep. Gonna park a block or so away and walk in. I don't want to drive right up." He double checked that he had everything he wanted, then headed for the door.

"Yeah, well, it reeks. What did you have to do there anyway?" As soon as Dean was ready, Sam followed him out to settle in the passenger seat.

"Alright, let's go then." He was quiet for a bit, eyes focused out the window. "So, you think the vampire will still be alive they've been draining or what? And- exactly... what are we supposed to do with these people?"

"Have a drink with my hostess." He answered as he climbed into the driver's seat and started for the address location. He'd driven through the neighborhood the night before to get a feel for the place. Had an idea of where to park and how to approach the house.

"It's possible there's a vampire still alive in there. If that's the case, you don't go anywhere near it, alright? A drained, half-dead vampire will kill anything that gets close to it to try and feed to recover." He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and glanced over at Sam. "Contain them, ideally, and turn them over to the local authorities. If they attack and we have to shoot back, we'll have to not get killed. Then burn down the house so no bad press gets back to the local vamps."

He didn't want to pry more than that. The idea of Dean out there feeding on humans made him uncomfortable... which was stupid when he'd let him do the same to him more than once.

"I'll keep that in mind, Dean," he murmured, keeping his eyes focused ahead as they drove. He frowned a little at that response. "So basically, we cover up a murder for them if we have to?"

Dean was glad he didn't pry. It made him a little uncomfortable, too.

"Well, I don't consider it murder to kill someone who's trying to kill me, but I guess it's possible to see it that way." He frowned and shrugged, not really comfortable with the implication, but he didn't really want to fight with his brother. "Also consider that they're dealing a drug to people that can make them go apeshit and start killing people, too."

"I didn't mean it like that, Dean..." Just kind of hated that they had to do it to not cover their asses, but so vampires didn't get a bad name. There was also the fact that these were humans doing this... Disgusting.

"I know, Dean. I was... uh, I was reading about it while you were gone."

"If I let this get back to the locals, they'll come after me. Or Eric and once he's done kicking their asses, he'll come after me. This is part of what he was talking about when he said to play the game. I have to play by vampire rules." Sam didn't, though. He could back out and Dean wouldn't blame him a bit if he did.

"Find out anything interesting?"

"Yeah... I get it," he murmured softly. He wasn't going to back out, not when it was Dean who was involved.

"Nothing you probably don't already know... Read the effects of the- drug, about drainers and how they work. Just stuff like that."

"Just be careful, please. I don't want you to get hurt and they won't hesitate to try if they think you're trying to come between them and their payday." Plus most of them were usually hooked on the stuff, themselves, so it made them doubly dangerous.

He nodded at what Sam had discovered in his reading. All pretty much true. There were a few things the vampires didn't allow to leak to the general press, though, so he supposed he should tell Sam. "You also should know that, unlike crack and meth and other drugs that make you think you're invincible, V really does change a user physically. Even if they don't go batshit off of it, they'll still be stronger, faster, and healthier than a similar person. They won't be just human. If they're on the V, they'll be enhanced."

"Dude, I've hunted werewolves and poltergeists... so much other supernatural crap since I've been a kid. Don't worry." He could handle some humans hooked on vampire blood, surely.

He nodded when Dean went on. Damn, no wonder people got hooked, honestly. Didn't make it any less disgusting or uncomfortable to hear. "Alright. I'll keep it in mind, Dean. Promise."

"Nobody's saying you haven't, Sam. I just want to keep you safe." He tried not to grind his teeth. Why did it always seem like Sam had to take his concern as some kind of challenge? He loved his brother and he knew what kind of a hunter he was. It didn't make him any less concerned for his welfare.

He shook his head a little, focusing on the road. "We're almost there."

"I know, Dean, but I'll be fine." He wouldn't do anything reckless out there... that was usually his brother's territory except, as long as these guys didn't bring out the silver or anything, Dean was stronger than ever... more than when he'd been human. He hoped he'd be okay.

"Okay." Sam was quiet, eyes narrowed slightly, just thinking. He wanted this over with as soon as possible.

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