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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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"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?"

"Alright..." He didn't really want to share either, really. He knew Bobby cared about him and he did trust the man, but this was just... too weird to shrug off.

"Of course, Dean. Hiding it isn't really helping anymore." He leaned back a little. "I know I should have told you about it sooner. It's just... I didn't want you to think I'm that big of a freak, I guess."

"I'm a vampire, Sammy. Anything short of you turning into a werewolf isn't going to faze me." Probably. It was a good, working theory anyway. Things had a way of surprising him.

"But, for the record, please don't turn into a werewolf."

That earned a snort and Sam's lips quirked up a little. They still didn't exactly figure out their next move, but at least it felt better to have that off his chest. Sam might like his privacy, but keeping secrets and lying to Dean never felt entirely right either. At least not when it was something that big and hard to ignore.

"Well, I'll try my best, dude." No turning into a werewolf for him! At least, not in the foreseeable future hopefully.

"Guess we should see if Bobby needs any help or something. Or maybe we could offer to go pick up dinner... something." Sam just wanted to do something.

"Sounds good." Dean didn't need food, obviously, but he'd be happy to ride out with Sam to pick it up for them. Hanging out with Bobby alone was... kind of awkward.

He got up to rinse out the TruBlood bottle and then followed Sam into the study to check in on the older hunter.

"Hey, Bobby." Sam flashed a smile as they stepped back into the study, pausing by the desk. Knew things were probably still awkward for him and Dean, which is why he'd figured Dean would want to come along with him instead. Better to avoid as much friction as possible, he figured.

"We were thinking of going to grab dinner. Anything you want us to pick up?"

Bobby looked up when they returned. He was pretty glad Dean decided to drink that crap in the kitchen. He might not have been able to watch.

"You can get us some more beer if you're going out." They went through them pretty fast, although not as fast as they used to when Dean drank too. "I guess a burger or something from wherever you're going."

"Alright, Bobby, I'll grab some. Be back soon." Bobby should be grateful Dean couldn't drink the beer anymore or they'd have had to make a run way earlier than this!

He went to grab his jacket and the keys to the car before heading out the door and since he figured Dean would probably want behind the wheel, tossed them over.

It wasn't much, but at least this was getting out and doing something. Sam was a little relieved to be doing hat at least. It was frustrating reading the crap they were and getting nowhere at all.

Dean snatched the keys out of the air and followed Sam to the car. He slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. There wasn't much to choose from in town, so he figured it wouldn't be too hard for Sam to pick what he wanted.

"You okay, Sammy?"

There weren't that many places to choose from, no. Some burgers would be fine tonight... as much as he was itching to be out of the house, he wasn't eager to just give up on their research. Might be a deadend, but it was all they had right now.

At the question, he gave Dean a look. "About the same as ever, I guess." Maybe not okay, but in the end, he figured he really didn't have to say it.

That bond and all, right?

"Just tired, man. Been reading all day and- Bobby's been asking me about you, about us traveling together." And that had been tiring too. He trusted Dean... he had to.

"How about you? You alright?" Knew it had to be awkward for Dean, seeing Bobby again.

Dean reached over to cup the back of Sam's neck lightly. He could feel Sam's exhaustion and his frustration. Everywhere they turned, it seemed like they ran into more roadblocks on this case.

"I'm alright, I guess. It's weird. I miss how it used to be." Bobby was Dean's only source of fatherly advice and affection for a long time now. It made him sad to feel the distance there now. Not that he didn't understand it. He did.

"How'd the questioning go? Anything I need to worry about?"

Sam sighed at the touch and tipped back into it, eyes drifting shut for a brief moment. Maybe he shouldn't be this comfortable with a vampire, but... honestly? Sam just couldn't think of Dean that way. "He wants me to be careful and what makes you different from any other case we've had where we've told somebody that their family isn't the same anymore."

He hated that. Bobby had a point, but Sam couldn't accept it. Guess he was seeing what it was like from the other side of that conversation now. "But I don't think so, Dean. He's not planning anything."

He reached across the seat and touched his leg, squeezing it lightly. "I'm sorry. I know it's not easy for you either. I'm, uh... glad you came with me though."

He wouldn't have blamed Dean for wanting to avoid it all together really.

"Always gonna be there for you, Sam." Dean promised, letting his fingers rub at the back of his brother's neck gently. He understood Bobby's worry. A year ago, Dean would have had the same problem with Sam traveling around with a vampire. All he could hope was that he could earn Bobby's trust one day. And hold onto Sam's.

He glanced over at Sam briefly before turning back to the road. "Maybe we should get you some silver to wear. Necklace, ring, or something. It might make Bobby feel a little bit better."

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