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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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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.

"Not like we're getting anywhere on it right now anyway, right?" Knew what they were dealing with, knew exorcisms, but no way to kill it yet. He let his arms settle around Dean's waist to tug him in a little closer. Definitely needed to recharge after this, he figured. "A couple days... wherever you want, dude." He smiled a little.

"Doing anything you want."

"Anything, huh?" Dean grinned and leaned down to nuzzle at Sam's neck. He couldn't bite there right now, but it was fun to tease. "That could involve a lot, you know."

Sam tilted his head at the teasing, his hands rubbing up Dean's back lightly, soothingly. "What, you think I don't know that, Dean? Trust me, I do... Part of the reason I look forward to time off."

"Glad to hear that, Sammy. I'd hate to think spending time with me was a bad thing for you." Dean nuzzled a moment longer before slowly pulling back and giving a reluctant sigh. "We'd better get moving soon. Bobby might send out a search party for you or something."

"Of course it's not. Getting my brother back is one of the only good things that's happened out of all of this, Dean," he murmured, watching as Dean pulled back away from him. "Yeah, you're right. We need to get cleaned up, grab some food, and uh... pick up that silver chain or ring or... whatever, I guess."

Dean slipped out of his flannel shirt and used it to wipe himself clean, then handed it to Sam. He could handle the rest of the trip in just a t-shirt. "Maybe both. That way I can't bite you and you can punch me if you need to..." He grinned a little and winked.

Sam took the shirt to clean himself up. Had to make sure none of his blood got on him anywhere... looked fine though, so hopefully he hadn't missed anything. "Remember, it's just for Bobby, dude. I'm not planning on touching you with any of it."

"Yeah, I know, Sammy. We just need him to know you would if you needed to." Not that Dean felt like he'd ever hurt Sam. Of course, he didn't know if Pam and Eric were right, and that human conscience and feelings were things he'd 'grow out of'. He hoped not.

Dean slipped back behind the wheel after righting his clothes and straightening himself as much as he could. "Ready?"

"Yeah, I know..." He didn't think Dean would hurt him. He wasn't dumb -- he knew vampires were dangerous, that included Dean now. But this was still Dean and he'd do his best to hold on to being human, as much as he could anyway.

"Yeah, let's get going. Guess we'll use the silver as an excuse why we're late?" He flashed a little grin at the other.

"Good thinking, Sammy." Dean reached over and brushed the back of his hand down Sam's face and neck. He started the Impala and headed back out onto the main street and toward town.

He tipped into the touch lightly, smiling at the touch. When he was around Bobby, he knew they had to cut back on the touching, on the closeness... seemed like Bobby had been uneasy enough last night with how comfortable he'd been next to Dean. Still he'd gotten used to this, enjoyed it more than he probably should have.

Damn, he was in deep here. That had trouble written all over it, but what about their lives didn't anymore?

At least this felt good.

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