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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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"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.

"S'okay, Sammy..." Dean muttered, still holding his wrist to his brother's lips. He didn't know how much Sam would need or how badly he was hurt, but he was going to make sure Sam walked out of here.

He fought back a groan as he felt those silver bullets burning in his flesh. Across the room, the desperate sucking sound was still going. That was going to be one empty corpse when the vampire captive got through with it. Lucky for him, he'd been dead when the thing started feeding.

Idly, Dean wondered what his blood would do to Sam. Faster, stronger, healthier, sure... but, would he be loopy? Crazy? He hoped the blood wouldn't freak him out.

God, this was so wrong... he was drinking down his brother's blood like it was good, but he did feel better, felt the effects and felt himself healing. Eventually, he forced himself to pull away, not sure how much to take and some part of him was nervous about the effects. He didn't know what to expect... knew what happened when you drank it from dealer's, but straight from the source? He felt fine though... better than, really. "Mnh.... Dean--"

He didn't even know what to say as he looked over his shoulder at him finally, mouth smeared with Dean's blood and brows furrowed in concern, maybe a little scared under the haze because dammit, what did he just do? "You okay?"

Dean nodded slowly and fought the urge to lap at the blood drying on Sam's neck. Figured his brother wouldn't appreciate another vampire getting so close after all that. It was a struggle to resist, though, so close and with what he'd lost from the bullets and healing Sam up. Still, Sam needed it more than he did right now. He wasn't likely to bleed out.

"M'okay. Just need a minute. Gotta figure out what to do now..." With one dealer dead, he knew what the local vamps would want. All the rest dead and the house burned. Dean was pretty sure Sam wouldn't approve of that, though. And he still had to deal with the chained vamp. That silver wasn't doing it any good, but no way he was releasing it while Sam was still nearby.

Sam finally snapped to his senses it seemed, wiping at his mouth furiously, freaked out more than a little. after that, he slouched back against Dean a moment, taking in a few calming breaths as he looked back over to the vampire that had attacked him.

Dean had given him that dealer, huh?

Bringing up a hand to rub over his neck absently, he looked down. "Yeah... yeah, okay." He licked his lips absently. "We're going to have to release him, right?" Of course they were. He frowned a little, adding reluctantly, "I probably shouldn't be here for that..."

To be fair, the dealer was already dead when Dean handed him over. Of course, even if he hadn't been, Dean would have done it anyway. He'd trade the whole house full of dealers to make sure Sam stayed safe. That was just instinct.

Dean let Sam lean on him, glad for his reassuring warmth. Still alive. Dean hadn't gotten him killed. "No, you shouldn't be here. Gonna give you the Impala keys, okay? You go back to the motel and wait for me. I'll get him loose and back where he belongs after you're out of range."

Considering he'd just nearly died a moment ago, Sam couldn't even... start to freak over the dealer yet. He just nodded at that. "Alright... Dean- you sure you can handle it?"

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