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Sam hadn't been out this way in a long time. Under other circumstances, he might have been looking forward to seeing Bobby again, but that was before he started traveling with something they normally be more inclined to hunt than buddy up with. This wasn't just any vampire though, this was Dean, and hopefully... hopefully Bobby would get that. At least hopefully not try to stake him on sight.

Either way, they were at the end of what they could do on their own. Eric had given them a place to really start from, but Bobby was definitely the guy who could lead them in the right direction when it came to tracking down and killing the demon. Dad wasn't going to help them and Sam wasn't going to call begging him for it... that really would put Dean in danger. Last time they met, he looked about ready to stake Dean if he hadn't been there.

Fidgeting a little in his seat, Sam found himself feeling over his neck again, checking it in the mirror for the hundredth time. He knew he didn't have any visible marks. They couldn't risk that one again with another hunter, even if it was Bobby. He just couldn't help the nagging worry that he'd know anyway, somehow, that Dean fed on him. Hell, that he fed on Dean.

Even if Sam had been trying to lay off the blood for this visit. No way was he showing up strung out on vampire blood either... even if he'd been almost tempted to ask for it. Something to ease up his nerves. Not a smart move though.

When they made the turn into Bobby's, he gave Dean a look over. "So, you ready for this?"

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"No, but I can make some." Bobby sat back in his seat and stretched. Yeah, he could use a break, too, and a boost. Some caffeine was exactly what he needed.

He pushed up from his chair and headed for the kitchen.

He nodded and muttered a quick thanks as he marked his place in the book he had, putting it away. Stretching out tiredly, he gave Dean a glance over. "Find anything useful yet?"

"Not much outside of what Bobby's already told us. It doesn't look like anyone's done much in the way of tracking these things." Dean marked his place in the book and closed it in his lap. Then he turned to look at Sam, giving him a shrug. "Exorcising, summoning, binding... nothing about tracking. It's bizarre."

"Then we keep looking, I guess. There's got to be something in all this." Or at least Sam was really hoping. He let out a sigh as he brought his hand up to rub over his face, slouching down a bit.

"We have to find something." And hopefully, without having to go back to any other vampires for help.

"We will, Sammy. We'll find something. I promise." Even if it meant going further into debt with Eric. Although, Dean was starting to worry that even Eric might not have the answers Sam needed. Demons, especially ones that liked fire as much as the one they were chasing, weren't really things vampires were likely to get mixed up with.

He managed a smile at the promise, giving a nod. He wanted to believe that, he really did... even if things didn't look anything near promising right now. For now, he reached over to squeeze Dean's knee lightly. Figured they could get away with that much while Bobby was gone.

"Thanks, Dean..."

"Anytime. You know I've got your back, dude." His hand moved to cover Sam's, giving it a slight squeeze. The slight contact was nice, even if it had to be brief. "Why don't you grab some rest? You look like you could use it."

"Yeah, I know." He wished they could get away with a little bit more, but it was too risky when Bobby was ready to stake Dean already. "You sure you'll be okay, if I do? Still a little bit before sun up..."

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about it." He could leave the house if he needed to. Dean was kind of hoping it wouldn't come to that, though. Bobby probably wouldn't try to stake him, at least for Sam's sake, so long as he behaved.

"Alright, if you're sure." When he woke up, he could do some more research. He pushed himself up and gave a stretch as he headed towards the kitchen. Figured he should let Bobby know that he was calling it a night. Just hoped things would be fine while he slept.

"Hey, Bobby? Think I'm gonna crash for awhile."

Bobby looked up when Sam walked in. He was a little on edge still. Still trying to deal with the idea of having a vampire in such close quarters. When Sam announced he was going to bed, he almost protested, but he could see the kid needed his rest. He nodded. "Alright. You know where the spare room is. Blankets in the closet if you need them."

"Thanks, Bobby... for all of this." He could have easily turned them away or went off on them like Dad had... but he hadn't. Sam really was grateful for that. He turned to head up to the spare room, grabbing an extra blanket as he settled on the bed. It didn't take him long to drift off to sleep. They'd been on the road a long time and with all the weird dreams he had anymore, a decent night's rest was pretty rare.

Bobby watched Sam disappear and then turned back to the coffee maker. Once it was finished brewing, he poured himself a mug, steeled his nerves, and headed back to the study to get back to work. Probably he should have gone to bed, too, and gotten some rest, but that just wasn't going to happen while he had a vampire under his roof.

Sam slept pretty deeply. There were instances where he jolted awake or squirmed restlessly, but he didn't actually wake up until that next morning. He just hoped that Dean had managed to make the basement safe and get settled in.

And that Bobby had left him be... maybe even started to feel more at ease around him. That might be asking for too much though.

Running a hand through his hair, he made his way groggily back downstairs. Coffee. He needed coffee and then he'd hit the books again.

While Sam slept, Bobby tried to make the most of things with Dean. It was still so damn hard to think of the boy as a vampire. Eventually, he'd asked fro and gotten the story of how it happened. It was about as ugly as he'd expected. Boy his age shouldn't have been hunting alone. It gave him a pang of guilt every time he thought of it. Should have tracked the kid down in person rather than taking the easy way out with a phone call. Maybe he could have stopped this from happening.

He watched Dean set up a side storage room in the basement for his daytime resting place. Bobby provided an old camping cot and some clean sheets for the venture. He'd been meaning to make use of that room sooner or later. Seeing Dean moving around in it just reminded him of his plans. Maybe after the boys left.

The boys. So hard not to think of them just like he always had.

By the time Sam got up, Bobby had fresh coffee on and was elbow deep in research. So far, it wasn't turning up much.

"Mornin', sunshine."

"Morning, Bobby." Coffee sounded good. He moved to pour himself a cup. He looked over at he stack of research he was still going through before he came over and took a seat across from him.

"Any luck so far?" And after a brief pause while he dragged over a book... "Did Dean get settled in okay?"

"He's fine, far as I know. Locked himself in downstairs in the storage room." Bobby shrugged. He was considerably more at ease now that Dean was sleeping. From what he knew of vampire sleep, it would take some serious effort to wake him and that meant Bobby had a few good hours to relax until nightfall.

"No luck yet. Seems like demons are the sort of things you don't really plan for. You just kind of end up neck deep in trouble all the sudden." Which made the Winchesters uniquely qualified, since they had a knack for trouble to beat all.

"I can try to go back and dig up whatever your dad's asked me for that wasn't case related and see what you make of it, but I can't promise you that'll do you any good, either. John Winchester's about the most cagey son of a bitch I've ever met. Nothing he does is ever completely clear and up front."

"Good." Sam relaxed a little more, knowing Dean was safe and sound for the day. He wasn't sure he hoped for much when it came to Bobby accepting Dean, but he was hoping they could at least get along. They'd always been closer than he and Bobby, always had more in common at least.

The news didn't do a lot to brighten up his mood though. He wasn't surprised... Dad had been at this for how long now? He hadn't found any answers overnight. Sam could bet that he had something that he wasn't sharing with them now thoug...

"That'd be helpful, if you could, Bobby. I'd appreciate anything at this point." He brought his coffee up to his lips, eyeing the research.

"Let me finish this and I'll hit the books again, give you a hand."

"Alright." Bobby was tempted to take an hour or two for himself to sleep, but the sooner he found what Sam was looking for, the sooner he had the vampire out of his house. Even if that vampire wore the face of someone he'd cared about deeply. Goddamn monsters.

He poured himself another cup of coffee and headed out of the kitchen. "I'll meet you in the study."

"Alright. I'll, uh... have to head out later. Dean's going to need TruBlood when he wakes up." And they hadn't brought any in with them last night... hadn't even been sure Bobby would let them in after all.

Grabbing another cup of coffee, Sam went to settle back into the study and grab some books. Sooner they found something, sooner they could get back on the road.

Bobby glanced over at Sam when he said that. There was something he didn't want to think about. And yet, he couldn't stop himself from asking anyway. "That crap really works?"

It was a popular theory among hunters that it was just a smoke screen and that vampires were really still feeding on humans to live.

"Yeah, it works." From what Dean told him, it met their nutritional needs at least... it let them live, even if it wasn't anywhere near the same as human blood. He debated telling Bobby that for a moment, distracting himself with stacking up some more books.

"That doesn't mean they all live off it entirely though. But there are plenty of people who like being bit for the kicks. I'm sure you've heard people talking about it."

"Fangbangers. I heard." Insanity. Inviting a vampire to bite you was the definition of it, as far as Bobby was concerned. Crazy or suicidal, one. bobby had been relieved to not see any marks on Sam. Small blessings.

"Don't know that you'll find any of it here in town. Might have to drive a bit." At least, he'd never seen it in any of the stores he'd been to.

"Yeah... there are bars full of them." And Bobby didn't really need to know if Sam was one of them or not. He wasn't, he told himself. He was with his brother and that was it. He was glad he didn't have any marks to show off to Bobby though, none visible anyway. He hadn't cut Dean off entirely.

"I'll look later. Still a bit before he'll wake up anyway." Right now, he just wanted to focus on the research and hoped that they found something this time.

Bobby made a non-committal noise at that and turned back to his own books. He still hadn't decided what to think about Sam traveling with a vampire, even if that vampire was Dean, but he definitely preferred Dean drinking the TruBlood. Especially if the only other handy options were Sam or himself.

In the meantime, Bobby would just focus his attention on the research. It was safer that way. Although, his traitorous brain didn't let that last long. Questions were still bubbling in his mind. Finally, he looked back up and over at Sam. "I take it John doesn't know about Dean yet?"

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