thinkshesosmart | familiar faces (bloodnbadthings

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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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?"

"He does," Sam murmured, eyes hardening a moment. "He's not happy about it at all... he's pissed at me for hunting Dean down, I think. I know he wants to stake Dean. Only reason he hasn't yet is because he's too damn obsessed with the job like usual... and he's not about to let me in on any of it, like I'm some kid or like I can't handle it. But I know it's just probably a matter of time before he tries something with Dean and I don't know what he'll say to me."

He let out a sigh and put the book aside. Couldn't focus on that just right now, not if they were thinking about this. "Look, I know you don't get it either, Bobby. But Dean dropped everything just to help me out here and he's the only one. After Jess, Dad didn't even care enough to return my calls... I didn't even know if he was alive or dead. For all I knew, I was alone, so I followed a hunch and tracked Dean down at some vampire bar. He'd been working there, trying to find some kind of control over himself or maybe just kill himself, I don't know. Dean didn't have to come with me, but he's still been the only one who's ever had my back. You can understand that, right?"

Well, that explained a lot. Bobby couldn't understand how any hunter and father, even one as negligent as John Winchester, could go on not knowing his son was hanging around with vampires. Still, Bobby had to sigh a little at Sam's explanation. That damn quest of John's had always taken precedence over everything else. Everything that should have been more important. That was one point of contention between them that would never go away and one of the reasons that the last time John had been there, he'd left at gunpoint.

"I get that, Sam. I know Dean's always meant the world to you. But, you've gotta understand how it looks on my end, kid. He's a vampire. I know he was your brother, but how many times have we had to give some distraught family member the It's not your brother anymore speech?" Bobby watched him thoughtfully. "I guess I'm trying to figure out what's different in this case?"

"What do you think I'm missing, Bobby?" Sam was genuinely curious. Maybe at this point, he was blind to it all... he'd had so much of Dean's blood, had crossed so many lines for his brother. Dean still felt like his brother though, still acted like him for the most part.

"He's never tried to hurt me, Bobby... he's saved my ass and helped me any way he can. We've traveled together for a long time now... and I get that he's different. He's not human, but what would you want me to do? Kill him? I can't do that, not when he's trying so hard to keep himself under control."

"Hell, I don't know. I just got to this dance, remember?" Bobby sat back in his chair and rubbed his hand over his face. It wasn't like Bobby was jumping at the idea of killing Dean, either. Instinct told him that was what he should do, and if he'd acted on that instinct immediately instead of inviting him in he might have managed it. Now, though? It was a lot harder, now.

"I just don't want to end up burying you, too, Sam. Already thought I buried your brother. I don't want to do that again."

"If you end up burying me, I doubt it'll be because of Dean, Bobby. I'd be more worried about the demon that apparently has it in for me." He looked over and tried to manage a smile. A weak one, but a smile nonetheless.

"I'll be careful, Bobby. I promise. Right now though, Dean is still enough of himself that I don't think he'd hurt me on purpose. If it ever gets to that point..." He'd do something. Or at least he hoped he would... that he could anyway.

"Yeah, well... the demon doesn't help." That was for sure. The whole thing felt like a bunch of bad news waiting to happen.

"You see that you are careful. You die on me and I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass and walk it dry."

That actually got a short laugh out of him. It was good to hear the concern when he'd been worried Bobby would turn them away like Dad had. "I promise, Bobby. It's not like I have a death wise or anything."

Not when it came down to it and though he couldn't say it, Dean was giving him incentive to stay alive through all this too. He put the book aside for now and shifted to get to his feet. "Think I'm gonna head out for that TruBlood now. I'll be back as soon as I find some."

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