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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"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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