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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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"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.

He stopped the Impala at a corner in a run down neighborhood. The sort of place he'd never park his baby, if he didn't absolutely have to. He stopped the engine and turned to grab his bag off the backseat.

"The house up the street with the falling down privacy wall and crappy yard." He nodded to it. "We're going around to the back. You ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go.' He slipped out of the car, checked his gun again before tucking it in his waistband out of sight. He followed Dean around back quietly, keeping an eye out for... anything.

Doubted these guys knew anyone'd be coming after them tonight though. Hopefully anyway.

In the back yard of the house, Dean paused near a ruined spot of grass. It was blackened in roughly the shape of a human form with stakes pounded into the ground at each limb to hold chains. He sighed a little, wondering if they'd find another vampire alive inside or if the last one had already met the sun.

He stepped around and headed for the back door. Locked, but they could work with that. Dean pulled a lock pick kit from his pocket and started on the door.

Sam paused as well, looking down at it with a tilt of his head. "They burned whoever they had here?"

It wasn't a surprise, but... still.

He followed Dean quietly, keeping a lookout while he started on the door, keeping a careful watch. "You're sure somebody's here, right?"

"Staked them down and let the sun fry them. Once they're drained down so low, regular chains would've held them." He couldn't help but shiver a little as he worked on the lock. Of all the ways he didn't want to die, that one was at the top of the list. He'd take a straight up stake to the heart over drainers any day.

"Pretty sure, yeah." When he got the lock open, he put the pick away and drew his gun, slipping in through the door first.

"Was that really necessary? I mean, like that..." yeah, had to be on the top ten 'worst ways to die' no matter how you looked at it.

When Dean slipped in, Sam followed with his own gun drawn. He followed Dean for now, not wanting to break away when they had no way of knowing what was in there beside some messed up junkies and possibly a vampire... though hopefully not.

Necessary? No, the thing would have died on its own, drained as much as it likely had been. Vampires were monsters, though. Not people. Killing them wasn't really difficult for a lot of people. Hell, a year ago, Dean might have done the same thing. It was amazing how perspective could change.

He headed into the house, tracking the people in residence by the heartbeats. Three, by his count. Probably all high, given the pace the hearts were beating. He could hear them talking and laughing long before Sam's ears would have picked up on it.

He followed the sound toward the living room. TV was on loud. Dean and Sam could probably sneak up on them with no trouble.

Sam peered into the living room,. Three people, all distracted and the TV was louder than ever was necessary... they could possibly do this without too much difficulty.

He tightened his grip on his gun and looked at Dean, nodding his go ahead to make their move.

The two on the couch had their backs to the door, so that wouldn't be a problem. He could get to them easy. Hopefully, Sam could cover the one off to the side.

He slipped into the room at full vampire speed and snatched the two off the couch, yanking them over the back of the couch and tossing them to the floor. One, he held his gun on while the other, he knelt on his chest.

Sam was never going to get used to Dean moving like that, but he didn't have time to dwell. He rushed to the one on the side, using his weight to get him down to the floor, gun pressed to the back of his head just in case he got any ideas.

"Dean!" He looked over at the other. "You bring cuffs or something?" Couldn't just expect them to go along if there wasn't a gun aimed at them... and from what Dean had told him earlier? A little antsy about giving them even a chance to get loose if they were actually stronger and faster than him.

With his free hand, Dean rummaged around in his bag to pull out a bundle of zipties and tossed them to Sam. He'd wait until after his brother got his playmate situated before he worried about his.

"Use a couple. Don't want these rats squirming free."

"Yeah, okay..." He started to bind the other's hands, making sure they were tight, tossing back what he didn't use. Thank God this wasn't all that messy of a case so far.

"Should we look the rest of the house over?"

Dean got his complaining, cussing captives tied down, then got to his feet. He glanced over and nodded at Sam. Definitely needed to search the place. They might have another vampire in chains somewhere. Either way, they probably had silver chains and stakes and other garbage that needed to be gotten rid of. "Downstairs first. We'll work our way back up."

His own captive was squirming and trying to get away as well, but he was tied down pretty thoroughly. He wasn't getting away. Rising to his own feet, he looked at Dean. "If there's another vampire in here... what do we do with him? I mean... you said they're dangerous when they're half drained... at least to humans."

Dean shrugged as he headed fro the basement. "If there is, I'll have to let 'em feed off me until they're coherent enough to recognize they aren't allowed to eat you."

He sighed as he opened the door and started down the stairs, gun drawn, just in case. "If that doesn't work, I'll have to try to keep them in silver until I can get them back to the local vamps."

"is it safe for them to feed off you?" He didn't want Dean putting himself at risk... even if binding something already nearly drained and in pain in more silver probably wasn't the most comfortable alternative... or not anymore. Dean was kind of of flipping his views on vampires upside down... somewhat anyway.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, I guess..."

"It probably won't be the most comfortable thing in the world, but--" He was cut off by the sound of two gun reports as soon as he stepped down onto the basement floor. Dean staggered back, shoving Sam to the side of the stairwell and hopefully out of the line of fire. Fuck. He got sloppy. Too worried about what they might find down here, so he missed the sound of the fourth heartbeat.

It would have been mildly painful if it had been regular bullets that smashed into his chest, but these bullets were silver and not only did they tear through his flesh as they entered, but they sizzled as they burned him from inside. He moaned and clutched at the wounds, curling down into himself even as he raised his gun to try and return fire.

Sam barely had time to react before he was being shoved aside, fumbling over something that made the unmistakeable rattle of chains. he hoped they were just some that were discarded and unused after they burnt that one vampire, but something stirred behind him and he had this sinking feeling.

Dean was in pain on top of it all and his first thought was to get to his brother, make sure he was okay, but there was this noise and then something was something grabbing at his feet, tugging him roughly down and dragging him in. He let out a yell, eyes going wide as they strained to look through the dark, his body twisting and squirming, grabbing frantically for the gun just out of reach.

the vampire hadn't had enough length in chain to tackle him, but it was so inhumanly strong and fast, it was dragging him in like he was a rag doll, like it was nothing and all Sm could think was how dean had warned him to stay away from a half-dead vampire.

"Oh, God-- Dean!" He gasped, hoping his brother was okay, that he could help. The vampire had to be so weak, but he was desperate and pissed and starved. He didn't want to die like this, didn't want Dean to be hurt like he so obviously was. This was just a bad situation all around and he should have,... expected it, honestly. When were things that easy for them?

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