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thinkshesosmart) wrote2012-05-10 11:56 am
thinkshesosmart) wrote2012-05-10 11:56 am
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Sam let out a soft huff of noise as he leaned back in the uncomfortable, hard seat of their latest motel. He stretched out, felt his shoulders pop in protest from being hunched over his laptop a better part of the day. More fruitless searching and more cases that didn't lead anywhere. Their contacts hadn't turned up much either and Sam was getting impatient and frustrated.
At this point? It felt like they weren't getting anywhere ever, that they'd be at it for God only knows how long.
He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed.
Frustrated as he was, he was itching for something else and he found himself anxiously watching the clock. Dean would be up soon and... God, he knew how fucked up it was, deep down, that he was waiting, wondering if it had been long enough since the last time to ask Dean for more of his blood, but it didn't stop the nagging at the back of his brain.
He was getting less embarrassed to ask for it anymore, even with the side effects. Dean could feel how he felt if it was strong enough, which made things a little awkward and irritating. It was invasive... but on the plus side, Dean could tell when he needed help, could come to his aid quicker on hunts and that was definitely useful. Not to mention how great he felt when he had Dean's blood, how everything in his life seemed a little easier to deal with.
On the down side, there was something sexual about it too. Dean hadn't been lying when he said drinking the blood would make Sam want him. He tried to downplay it, tried to ignore the dreams or the draw to get closer to Dean whenever he got a drop in his mouth... but he never did just stop it with the blood, did he? Apparently, dreaming about your brother in a sexual way, getting hard when you fed from him wasn't enough to outweigh the pros.
Dean hadn't called him on it yet though nor had he been freaked out enough by it so far. Knew Dean felt a similar draw when he had his blood anyway, he couldn't talk.
And Sam tried to keep it to nights when they'd have a day free anyway. He didn't take it during a case if he could help it, or if he was hurt enough to need it.
Tomorrow was going to be a free day because he couldn't find a damn thing off in the town they were in or in any surrounding areas either. Frustrating as it was, he couldn't deny he wasn't looking forward to seeing if Dean would offer his blood, letting Dean drink from him even.
Yeah, maybe this was getting to be a problem, but Sam was getting good at denial and ignoring it for the most part.
While he waited for Dean to get up, he grabbed a slice of the pizza he'd ordered earlier and took a bite while he went to put a bottle of Dean's TrueBlood in the microwave to heat up. Knew he'd want one and he'd be crawling out soon, least he could do.
At this point? It felt like they weren't getting anywhere ever, that they'd be at it for God only knows how long.
He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed.
Frustrated as he was, he was itching for something else and he found himself anxiously watching the clock. Dean would be up soon and... God, he knew how fucked up it was, deep down, that he was waiting, wondering if it had been long enough since the last time to ask Dean for more of his blood, but it didn't stop the nagging at the back of his brain.
He was getting less embarrassed to ask for it anymore, even with the side effects. Dean could feel how he felt if it was strong enough, which made things a little awkward and irritating. It was invasive... but on the plus side, Dean could tell when he needed help, could come to his aid quicker on hunts and that was definitely useful. Not to mention how great he felt when he had Dean's blood, how everything in his life seemed a little easier to deal with.
On the down side, there was something sexual about it too. Dean hadn't been lying when he said drinking the blood would make Sam want him. He tried to downplay it, tried to ignore the dreams or the draw to get closer to Dean whenever he got a drop in his mouth... but he never did just stop it with the blood, did he? Apparently, dreaming about your brother in a sexual way, getting hard when you fed from him wasn't enough to outweigh the pros.
Dean hadn't called him on it yet though nor had he been freaked out enough by it so far. Knew Dean felt a similar draw when he had his blood anyway, he couldn't talk.
And Sam tried to keep it to nights when they'd have a day free anyway. He didn't take it during a case if he could help it, or if he was hurt enough to need it.
Tomorrow was going to be a free day because he couldn't find a damn thing off in the town they were in or in any surrounding areas either. Frustrating as it was, he couldn't deny he wasn't looking forward to seeing if Dean would offer his blood, letting Dean drink from him even.
Yeah, maybe this was getting to be a problem, but Sam was getting good at denial and ignoring it for the most part.
While he waited for Dean to get up, he grabbed a slice of the pizza he'd ordered earlier and took a bite while he went to put a bottle of Dean's TrueBlood in the microwave to heat up. Knew he'd want one and he'd be crawling out soon, least he could do.