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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"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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