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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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"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."

He leaned back into that hand, relaxing even further at the touch. He was kind of already missing the freedom to be close to Dean at Bobby's... it had become something he enjoyed more and more, relied on for comfort. He squeezed lightly at Dean's leg, not eager to pull his hand away from the touch.

At the suggestion though, he looked over and frowned a little. "What? Do you actually want me to wear something like that all the time? I don't know how comfortable I feel with that, Dean... I don't want to risk hurting you by accident."

Dean wasn't in any hurry for Sam to let go either. He liked the grounding feeling of having Sam there. Feeling his warmth.

He shrugged at Sam's answer. "I don't love the idea, but it's better than Bobby thinking I'm going to murder you in your sleep or something. And maybe..."

He sighed and shrugged again. "Maybe Dad would talk to you and help more if he thought you were taking precautions against me."

"You won't though, man... I know you wouldn't touch me unless I wanted you to." Dean had proven it time and again... and the one time he'd doubted it, when he'd been weakened from silver, Sam had taken precautions. He wasn't an idiot. At least, he liked to think he was.

His expression darkened a little at the mention of John. "Dad hasn't helped me so far, Dean, even when he thought you were dead he didn't."

He reached up to take Dean's hand in his, guiding it towards his mouth to press his lips over the knuckles. "I'll wear it around Bobby, if you want me to, Dean... but when it's just us- I want you close, man. You should know that by now."

"I wouldn't," he agreed. Nothing would convince him to hurt Sam, no matter what. At least he wouldn't under his own will.

He nodded. "The silver might make Bobby feel better, but yeah... I'd feel better if you didn't while it was just us."

"We can look around while we're out, see if we can pick something up then?" If Dean wanted him to wear it anyway, he could do that while they were here.

"But right now, kind of nice to have you to myself... without worrying what Bobby will see or what he thinks, you know?" They had some secrets between them Sam didn't really want getting out.

"Yeah, sounds good." Dean slipped his arm around Sam's shoulders and pulled him in against his side. Being alone together sounded very good, even if it was just a little while. "Missed you. Missed being with you."

He leaned in when he was pulled, settling in against Dean comfortably. They wouldn't have long to themselves, but he was going to enjoy this while he could. He smiled at that and tipped his head in to rest against Dean's shoulder. "Missed me after a day, huh?"

"Yes," he agreed easily. His hand moved up to rake through Sam's hair lightly. "Any amount of time without touching you is too much."

Dean knew Sam had been longing, too. He could feel it. It was good to know his brother needed him as much as he did.

"Sap." Dean would be able to tell that Sam was enjoying this though, especially the hands moving through is hair. The way Sam pushed back against Dean's hands should be enough to let him know he'd missed it too though. Tipping his head back, he went to press a kiss along his jaw lightly.

"How was it sleeping downstairs anyway?"

"Brat." He could feel Sam's enjoyment and the way he was calm and relaxed. It was nice to feel after so much frustration and stress.

"Not too bad. Dusty, dank, and nasty so... pretty much just like the underside of a motel bed."

"I am not." He wasn't a brat! It was his job to tease Dean, that's all.

"At least it's bigger than the underside of a motel bed?" He tipped his head back against Dean's chest, thinking it over

"Wanted to see you last night, you know, so bad."

"Yes you are. My brat." Dean chuckled and tipped his head down to kiss the top of Sam's head where it rested against his chest.

"Would have been there if I could." If he wasn't one-hundred percent positive it would convince Bobby to stake him for good, he would have. Feeling Sam's want for him only increased his own. It had been torture to stay away.

"Dude, you just like calling me yours." Sam didn't mind it either actually. As much as hated being controlled or lacking independence, Dean was always an exception. He'd relied on his brother so much in his life, could trust him. Only thing he could really trust in right now too, besides Bobby.

"I know, Dean." He should probably be worried -- the ways he wanted Dean weren't exactly normal or natural. The sex, the blood, all of it was probably wrong. Not that he only wanted Dean for that kind of stuff. He loved Dean, in a lot of different ways now.

And maybe they could figure all of it out after this demon crap, figure out what they were even doing here.

He dropped his hand to Dean's leg again, squeezing it lightly. "When we finally finish this, we should go somewhere, just the two of us. An actual vacation or something."

When, not if. They were definitely finishing this.

It was true. Dean loved the way it sounded. His. He smiled and pulled Sam a little closer.

"Sounds good, Sammy. Anywhere you want." He'd do pretty much anything Sam wanted these days. All his brother had to do was ask.

"What would make you happy?"

He'd noticed. Dean had been more than eager to go along with whatever he wanted anymore, willing to help him whatever ways he could. Not that killing this demon hadn't been something Dean wanted too.

"Anywhere... you said there are vampire hotels, right? Wonder how much they cost... it'd beat you having to sleep under the bed the entire time."

Sam was all he had. The center of his world, once again. Dean would do anything to keep Sam nearby and happy. Even if it meant tracking down a very dangerous demon.

"I dunno. I could find out. There's one in Dallas, I know. I could look around and see where else."

"Look around, see what you can find out. Might be awhile before we get to it though." At the rate this was going anyway. He tipped his head back to look at Dean, smiling a little bit.

"It'll be nice when we do though, won't it? When all of this is over... no more hunting, no more crappy road food... no more sleeping under the bed for you."

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