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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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"Me?" He asked innocently. "Why do you ask?"

Ah, there. Dean pulled off the small road onto a dirt top, access road and the pulled off onto the shoulder. With the dense trees around and as far as they were from town, they should be just fine her a while. Dean couldn't hear a sign of a human around for miles. None but Sam.

Dean slipped out from behind the wheel and wrapped his arms around Sam, kissing him slow and deep.

"Because I'm pretty sure we're not finding burgers out this way..."

A little detour wouldn't hurt though and Sam wasn't going to protest it. Bobby hopefully wouldn't question if they got back a little later than he thought either.

He leaned into that kiss and brought his arms around Dean. One hand rubbed up his back while the other tangled through his hair. Sam let out a soft, pleased noise. It hadn't really been that long since they'd done this, but it never got old to feel Dean up against him or to be able to touch him however he wanted.

Burgers could wait. What Dean was hungry for was right here.

He shifted to straddle Sam's lap, fingers nimbly opening the buttons on his shirt while he ground his hips against his brother's. He drew back abruptly as his fangs descended... didn't want to hurt Sam with them. Then he leaned in again, kissing him once more.

Sam's eyes darkened when his brother shifted over him like that, hands resting at his hips. Burgers were definitely forgotten... not that important when he had Dean on top of him like that. He leaned into the kiss, tongue teasingly tracing over one of his fangs. His hands went to start to undo Dean's jeans, not exactly enjoying the layers of fabric between them right now.

"Dean," he murmured, moving from his lips to Dean's jaw and neck to explore.

Dean got a none too secret thrill out of the way Sam played with his fangs when they kissed. They were a part of him he was still a little uncomfortable with and Sam's ease at touching them made him feel better.

He tipped his head back for Sam, letting his brother explore all he wanted. "Yeah, Sammy? Give you anything you want right now. Just ask."

Once he managed to get Dean's jeans open, his hand pressed inside to palm over him and tease. He smiled at those words. Had to admit, this might have been a good idea. At least it was a good distraction from any previous tension over demons and everything else. "Just want you, Dean. Every way I can have you."

Too bad they didn't have that kind of time right now though.

Dean groaned when he felt Sam's hand on him. His hand snaked over to return the favor, opening Sam's jeans and sliding inside to grasp hard flesh. They didn't have time for anything elaborate, sadly, so this would have to do. At least it would satisfy his need to get his hands on his brother. "Always got me, Sam. Every way."

Sam bucked up into Dean's touch, his breath hitching at the feel of his hand. It wasn't as much as he wanted, but it would do. Anything to have Dean on him, touching him. He cursed under his breath softly, tipping his head in to speak against the other's ear, "You can bite me if you want, as long as Bobby can't see it."

It wasn't any big surprise anymore than Sam liked it when Dean bit him, fucked up as it was. He could see the appeal though, why so many people hung out at those clubs wanting it, even if he'd never let anyone but Dean feed off him like this.

No way he could refuse that offer. Dean reached his free hand up to open the buttons on Sam's shirt. When it was open, he leaned down and let his fangs pierce the skin below Sam's collarbone just above his chest. Unless Sam decided to go stripping in front of Bobby, it shouldn't be a problem.

While he drank, his hand continued to stroke Sam firmly, while his hips rocked into the motion of Sam's hand.

He hissed out a curse when fangs sunk into his skin, hips bucking into his brother's hand as much as he could in his current position. His free hand came up to cradle the back of his brother's head, keeping him close. His other sped up over Dean, giving him a squeeze while desperate little noises slipped past his lips.

Dean moaned against Sam's skin as he drank. Fuck, that was always so good and feeling Sam's hand on him at the same time was just about the best thing ever. His own hand sped up, stroking Sam to try and get more of those noises out of him.

"Dean, fuck, so close," he panted, pushing his hips up into Dean's hand, wanting more of the friction. His own quickened over Dean as he tipped his head in closer to Dean. He was breathing heavy, moaning out softly.

"God, kept thinking about you last night... kept thinking about this, you feel it?" About his blood too, but no way was Sam going around Bobby after drinking some of Dean's blood. He'd be able to tell too fast Sam was on something and he'd rather not get his brother staked because of it.

As tempting as it was, Dean knew he couldn't take as much blood from Sam as he would have ordinarily. He didn't want to do anything that might make Bobby suspicious. He pulled back and pressed the palm of his free hand to the wound to slow the bleeding while his other hand kept its pace stroking Sam.

"I felt it. It was driving me crazy. Wanted you, too." Dean kissed him, knowing Sam could taste his own blood on his lips. He wished he could give Sam some of his own, but it was definitely too risky.

He returned the kiss eagerly, the taste of metallic lingering in Dean's mouth, his blood but he still chased the taste of it eagerly. The taste had him even hotter, drawing out a desperate moan. It wasn't long until he was coming hard into Dean's and and breaking the kiss as he rode it out. He rested his head against the other's shoulder, biting at Dean's neck in return to keep himself quiet as he somehow managed to keep his hand moving over his brother.

Holy shit. Feeling Sam's teeth sink into his neck had Dean's hips bucking and he cried out, cursing and groaning as he came without warning. He rocked erratically into Sam's hand, still moving his own over Sam to draw out the last of his brother's pleasure.

Who knew a quickie in the front seat could be so fucking hot?

Sam kept his hand moving until he was sure Dean was spent. Fuck, that had been hot, hearing Dean crying out, feeling him coming undone because of him. He gave a hazy smile up at him, breathing still heavy and skin flushed a little from heat.

"Maybe we should park more often..."

"Mmm, I was just thinking that." Dean grinned and leaned in to kiss Sam again. When the kiss ended, he flashed Sam an amused look. "You bit me, dude! That was awfully kinky of you, Sammy. I like it."

That got a little heat back to his face and a watered down glare at the teasing. Hard to be really annoyed after what they'd just done really though. "Dude... shut up. It wasn't like that!"

"Felt like it was just like that." Dean purred and leaned in to nuzzle at the sluggishly bleeding mark on Sam's neck. He lapped at it with his tongue, humming pleasantly at the taste and the way the blood made him feel powerful and warm.

He let out a bothered huff, head falling back when Dean's mouth returned to his skin. He smiled a little bit to himself though. Hard to be frustrated with Dean when he was nuzzle and licking at him lie that. "So you like being bit too? Maybe I'll try to keep it in mind."

It was his secret weapon! Being adorable and getting out of trouble. Not that he thought he was in any real trouble. Sam felt plenty happy to him. "I like everything you do to me, little brother."

He wasn't a kitten! That didn't work. But Sam was pretty content after having Dean all over him in the best ways, so it was hard to kick up a fuss really. A little thrill went through him at the brother thing -- couldn't help it. It was so hot hearing Dean call him that when they were tangled up like this. Even when they were in the middle of fooling around, he never had a problem hearing it.

Guess he wasn't so vanilla after all.

"There's so much I want to do to you right now... too bad we don't have the time."

He was so cute, he put kittens to shame! Dean finally drew back from Sam's wound, it was mostly healed over anyway, and smiled. Definitely not vanilla anymore.

"Soon. We won't stay much longer if nothing turns up." Dean kissed him again. "Maybe we'll take a night or two somewhere and get reacquainted after we leave Bobby's?"

Dean returned that smile and reached up to cup the sides of his face in his hands, drawing him in for another kiss. "Yeah..."

Bobby would probably appreciate they go anyway. Not exactly easy having Dean around, he could tell that. It was just frustrating that this visit didn't seem to be bringing up anything to kill it. Anywhere close to killing it. "Yeah? I think I'd like that, Dean."

"I know this hunt is important to you and we won't waste too much time, I promise." Dean was glad Sam was okay with the idea of taking a day or two. After this nerve-wracking visit with Bobby, he thought the both needed it.

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