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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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After a few unsettling hours of half sleep, Bobby dragged himself out of bed when his alarm went off. He pulled himself to his feet, washed up a little, and headed downstairs. Yeah, there was Sam, still at the books.

"Any luck?"

"Not much. Just most of the same things we've already read," he answered. leaning back in his seat with a sigh. He rubbed at the back of his neck and looked over at him.

"You get some rest?"

"Yeah, some." Not a lot and not good rest, but it would do. Bobby wandered into the kitchen to get a fresh pot of coffee going. He was going to need it to spend another night dancing around a vampire. "What're you thinking you'll do next? What happens if you don't find what you're lookin' for?"

"I don't know, Bobby," he murmured, eyes on the pages in front of him, but not quite reading them. "We keep looking other places, I guess. Dad's got to know something, even if he's not sharing it. Not a lot else to do, right?"

"I guess not. We can keep researching, but it's looking like it's going to take a while." Bobby would, maybe, call John and try to talk some sense into the man. If he'd even take his call. Sam shouldn't be hunting this thing without him. Damn stubborn Winchesters.

He returned with coffee and took his seat behind his desk. Back to the books.

Sam kind of hoped Bobby didn't call John... he didn't think he'd help him, for starters, and then there was all the crap his dad probably wouldn't hold back on telling. Bobby was already on fragile ground with Dean without knowing Sam shared his blood with a vampire.

He looked up when Bobby took a seat, pausing in his own research for a few moments. His eyes needed a break for a minute... "Bobby, do you think what we're trying to do is really possible? Can you kill a demon?"

Bobby looked up from his book and shook his head with a shrug. "All the information and lore I know of says you can't. If it's been done, nobody's talking about it."

"On the other hand, if there's anyone stubborn enough to find a way to do the impossible, it's one of you Winchesters."

That got him to smile a little and give a nod. "I hope you're right, Bobby."

He didn't think he could rest otherwise. How could he? Not with Mom's and Jessica's death weighing on him more and more. All signs pointed in the direction of it all being even more his fault. He'd never be able to get close to people, not if he was always worrying they'd wind up stuck to a ceiling and burning because of him. That was something he couldn't stomach again.

Attention back on the books, he focused on finding some answer, hopefully.

A few hours later, Dean emerged from the basement. He was dusty and chilled, but otherwise none the worse for the wear. A long, hot shower would be killer, but somehow he didn't figure Bobby would be too keen on him soaking up all the hot water.

Dean climbed up to the main floor and wandered into the study. "Evening, folks. Did I miss anything exciting?"

"Nothing we didn't already read last night," Sam answered, peeling himself away from the book long enough to stand and motion towards the kitchen. At this point, he could use the break from being hunched over in Bobby's study most of the day. "Got you some TruBlood. It's in the fridge, if you're hungry."

"Yeah, thanks Sammy." Dean nodded at Bobby's somewhat slightly more warm greeting than the night before and then headed into the kitchen to heat up one of the bottles. He was glad Bobby actually owned a microwave. Technology was a toss up with the old hunter. Even relatively old technology.

Sam followed Dean to the kitchen when he went to heat up the bottle, leaning back against the counter. He watched him get everything ready, quiet for a few moments. "So, we should probably think about our next move, Dean. I mean, we're coming up with nothing here. Bobby's trying and he's trying to dig up some of the stuff Dad's had him researching, but... I don't know. Just idling here feels like we're wasting more time than we might have."

Or maybe he was just being impatient, but damn... it felt like he'd been plenty patient already. Had for way too long.

"Alright. Any ideas?" Dean looked over at Sam curiously as he pulled the bottle out of the microwave and shook it. This was Sam's show, really, not his. He was just along for the ride and to, hopefully, keep Sam alive.

He moved over to sit at the kitchen table while he drank the blood. Didn't figure Bobby would want to see it.

"I don't know, Dean. Feels like we're hitting a wall here. I'm not sure what to do." He went to sit across from Dean and folded his arms on the table. He hated feeling like this, stuck and without any solid plan.

"What if there isn't a way to kill it? What are we going to do?"

"It's 'alive' in some sense of the word, so there's gotta be a way to kill it. We just have to keep looking." If it was easy, Dad wouldn't have spent decades trying to do it. Unfortunately, Dean had no way of knowing how many more decades it might take to find the answer.

"I guess we could try tracking him, again?"

"Yeah, maybe..." He gave a wary glance towards the study where Bobby was before he leaned forward on the table a little, lowering his voice. He wasn't exactly at ease telling anybody this and as much as he loved Bobby, it wasn't something he was comfortable letting just anybody overhear.

"Look, there's something that might help... I don't know," he murmured. "Something that started a few days before Jess died. But you gotta promise to not freak out, Dean. Alright?"

Dean raised his eyebrows and leaned in automatically, although he didn't need to. He'd have heard Sam if he whispered.

"Okay, Sammy. I'm listening." After all the vampire shit and demon stuff, he couldn't imagine what else Sam was going to come up with to freak him out.

"Well, uh... I've been having these dreams before something happens. Like premonitions, I guess. Days before Jessica died, I dreamed about it. Right down to the letter, Dean. Isn't it weird that this happened right at the same time?"

Sam convinced himself to look up and at Dean, trying to judge his reaction.

Well, he stood corrected. That was definitely weirder. Premonitions? That was way beyond his pay grade. He blinked and leaned back against his seat. "You dreamed about her death? Has it ever happened before?"

"No, never. But it's been happening more and more since Jess. It's like they're getting stronger." He let his eyes dart back down, looking at the table and studying his folded hands.

"Man, I don't know... It's kinda scary, isn't it?" He murmured, giving another look to make sure Bobby wasn't listening in. Wouldn't put it past him... at least he could speak low and know Dean would still be able to hear it though. "I mean, this demon killing people I'm close to like Mom and Jess, now these premonitions... not to mention, you saying my blood is different than other humans. None of it's adding up to anything good, is it?"

And while he wasn't giving up, wanted to get revenge for Jess, Sam would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about what they might find out. "I just want to know what's happening to me, Dean."

"The blood thing, man... I wouldn't worry too much about it. It's not like I've had a lot of others to compare it to." Still, he had to admit it seemed like kind of a strange coincidence added in with everything else.

"So you think your visions or whatever are connected to that demon somehow?" That was definitely not good news.

"I don't know what to think anymore, Dean." He looked over at his brother, leaning back in his seat.

"But it's a possibility. They happened so close together, I mean..." It just seemed to make sense, no matter how much he wanted to deny it.

"You're not a little freaked out to hear all this, dude?" He kind of figured Dean would be... one of the reasons he'd kept it to himself for so long.

"A little, I guess." It was hard to be surprised about weird shit when he'd seen so much over the years. Besides, he was a vampire. His pseudo-maker could fly. Weird shit was his life now.

"So, you said they came after Jess too. What other ones have you had?"

"Yeah... I don't know, Dean. Just dreams here or there." He leaned forward again, looking back at the table.

"Do you think I should tell Bobby?"

"No, let's keep this to ourselves for now." Bobby loved Sam, no doubt about it, but Dean would feel more comfortable with fewer people knowing. They already had potential trouble with hunters because of his being a vampire. They didn't need to give anyone a reason to come after Sam.

"If you have another one, you'll tell me, right?"

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