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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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"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?

Dean heard Sam cry out, but he had to get the bastard with the silver bullets out of the way first. Otherwise, he'd be useless. Two silver bullets to the chest were already slowing him down considerably.

He took a second to get his head as clear as he could, then came around the corner firing. The thing a bout people who liked to capture vampires was that they never expected them to shoot back. Vampires were supposed to fight with fangs, not guns. Dean kind of liked that advantage. Especially when he could hear a hungry vampire hissing and his little brother screaming for help.

He aimed a solid kick at the vampire, hoping it was weak enough that it might actually hurt, get it off as he frantically moved to get away. Dean's words kept repeating that it was dangerous, to stay away. His gun had landed somewhere just out of reach.

He didn't even have that.

Not that it mattered because there was another bruising grip pinning his arms as that thing covered him and then there was pain enough that had him groaning out.

Yeah... this wasn't like Dean at all. Possibly because Dean was different and no matter how wrong it probably was, it felt good and there wasn't any worry that his brother would do him real harm. Dean wasn't like that.

This time, he was worried for his life, for Dean's, and there were just so many other factors had him squirming in all the wrong ways and overrode anything else, made it so different from his brother's bites and god, it was wrong he'd even compare the two. There was a pained groan and another, more desperate call for Dean.

Three shots later, the other gunman was falling dead at Dean's feet. He didn't stop to think about anything else as he grabbed the man's arm and yanked him over to where the other vampire was feeding on Sam. He fell to his knees and grabbed it by the hair, snatching the head back from Sam's neck. Fortunately, its fangs hadn't still be in his brother's neck, although Dean could tell he was still bleeding pretty badly.

He wrenched the fighting thing back from Sam and shoved the other body into its arms. There were two things a vampire had a hard time resisting and a freshly killed corpse was one of them.

Dean didn't stop to watch the thing start feeding on the dead dealer. He grabbed Sam under the arms and dragged him to the other side of the room, far out of the reach of the chained vampire. He sat back against the wall, held Sam back against his chest, and opened his own wrist, holding it to his brother's lips. "Drink Sam. Gotta... stop the bleeding."

Sam fought and bucked, squirmed and anything he could do while that thing bit him, fed on him like he was a piece of meat. His already let Dean feed on him just the night before and there was just no way he could have recovered from that so fast... so having more taken, in a large amount? it had him feeling dizzy and light-headed, weak.

This was how he was going to die, huh? Before he could get revenge for Jess or Mom, before he could find out if Dad was even okay. Before helping his own brother out even.

Or that's what he thought until that thing was pulled off him, tossed a body. He let out a protesting, weak noise as he was dragged off. Didn't feel up for moving or... much of anything else besides maybe sleep. "Dean--"

There was another protest when he had Dean's wrist to his mouth, tasted his blood. No... no... that was definitely wrong and he hated that he was just weak enough to not be able to push it away, to have to swallow it down because it was dripping into his mouth and after a moment to adjust, it started to taste so much better anyway. One hand drew up to rest on the back of Dean's, keep his wrist there as he lapped tentatively at the wound, not sure how much to take exactly.

An Unexpected Visit

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