Sam practically cradled the relaxed man against him. It was nice to have Dean in his arms and he felt the little waves of shock still thrum through Dean like they thrummed through him. The elbow to his stomach just made him laugh as did the name calling. Though he wasn't sure he liked the implication he was the girl in this relationship. When Dean brushed his lips with his own, his tentative annoyance was lost and Dean's words made his heart skip a beat. He did this to Dean? He hoped so. He hoped maybe it would be enough for Dean to stay….

He forced that hope back down. He did not need to get his heart ground into the dust if that wasn't what came to happen.

"Nice to know I have a positive influence on you," Sam teased back and blew lightly in Dean's ear before nibbling on it. "And Dude, you make one helluva dessert. Might be even more interesting with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. He licked slowly along Dean's neck. "You taste so damned good," Sam murmured, the taste of Dean's sweat, the scent of Dean's seed and his own just sending a fresh shiver through him. He sucked gently higher up on Dean's neck, not trying to arouse the man a second time, just giving loving nuzzles.

He really wouldn't be surprised if Dean fell asleep. He hoped he could carry Dean upstairs without waking him. Of course they were both gooey and sticky from their own come, and it was rapidly becoming uncomfortable. They had the towellettes with them, but honestly, after cleaning up, he was not going to want to slide back into his come soaked underwear and he did not want to walk upstairs naked. He had had quite enough of being naked outside of the bedroom or shower. God, a shower. Even if he wasn't looking forward to leaving their private 'retreat,' he was rather looking forward to getting back to hot water, a decent hot shower, and a comfortable mattress. He enjoyed the small amenities of life. He decided a week back at his house might be good…except the bitchnessa knew where he lived. That could be a lovely trap for one of them. She knew he would return home eventually. That thought sobered him a bit. Yes, he was going to have to hunt her down before he could return home. He pushed that thought away too. Refocusing on the man in his arms, he sighed happily.

Dean decided he liked hearing Sam laugh. Did he decide that before? He couldn’t remember. Well it was still true all the same. Sam needed to laugh more…

He snorted softly at Sam’s words, however the sound quickly changed to a low moan. Practically purring at the way the other man nibbled on his ear and then his neck which was already so damned sensitive from the vampire’s biting and sucking.

Dessert. Dean chuckled again. Well, Sam was going to make him melt into a puddle of goo in a second here if he didn’t stop doing that. Licking and nuzzling his neck like that. Christ he was going to have the hickey from hell there come morning. Bobby was going to love seeing that…

God, he hoped Bobby was ok. Dean didn’t know what he would do if Bobby wasn’t all right…

“Knock it off. You gave me enough hickeys.” Dean finally “complained” though it was half hearted at best. In fact, he felt half asleep already and he could think of nothing better right now than to just slip off right now warm and content in Sam’s arms. But not out here… and not with his come drying into a sticky mess in his pants. He might be easy, but he was practical.

“We should go inside. Get cleaned up.” Dean suggested, though he still didn’t open his eyes or attempt to move away from Sam.

"I'm a vampire. I like to suck and bite," Sam murmured, working a little harder on his neck. He hadn't planned on leaving a hickey, but now…well, now he had to.

Inside. Yes. They should. He finished off the hickey quickly, enjoying every groan he pulled from Dean. Admiring his handiwork, he grinned. That one was small, but it was going to be pretty come morning.

"Oh, all right," Sam complained good naturedly. "Lean forward. I gotta put out the fire."

He made Dean sit up and he climbed to his feet. Damn he sure was stiff and sore. He quickly put out the fire and grabbed the bag with the towellettes inside. He tossed the bag into Dean's lap then squatted down and slid one arm under Dean's knees and the other along Dean's lower come-covered back. He stood effortlessly.

"No bitching," he scolded Dean and turned toward the house. He jumped easily from the ground to the more solid boards on the porch and quickly carried Dean through the house, up the stairs, and into the bedroom. After setting Dean down on the mattress he retrieved clean shorts and pants for both of them. Helping the young man wriggled out of his pants, he couldn't help but admire Dean's equipment.

He licked his lips. "I wouldn't mind helping you clean that up," he said, then glanced up to meet Dean's eyes. "Crap. That's like third base, isn't it?" He gave an exaggerated sigh and handed Dean the container of towellettes. "Let's see. Kick ass dinner. Check. Oscar grade movie. Check. Hot as hell second basing. Check. A hot shower and soft bed. Maybe that'll earn me third base?" he asked hopefully as he slid out of his own come filled pants.

Of course Dean noticed how lips sucking on his neck increased instead of decreased, but he really didn’t have it in him right now to tell the other man to stop again. Especially because it felt so damned good. Maybe it was because he was still enjoying the afterglow of his previous orgasm. Maybe it was because he was feeling tired enough to fall asleep right where he sat. But he could only moan softly and almost whimper in protest when Sam finally did stop.

Move? Sam wanted him to move? Now? That was just plain evil…

But Dean managed to shift forward and sit up on his own as Sam asked, though it wasn’t at all comfortable. His back reminding him strongly of why he had been leaning back against Sam in the first place. Sam was quick in taking care of the fire and cleaning up at least, but when the vampire returned to his side and didn’t help him up like Dean thought he would, instead picking him up that woke the young man up a little.

However before he could even muster a complaint Sam already had him in his arms and they were halfway inside. Dean grudgingly had to admit this was going a lot faster than it probably would have if he tried to stumble inside under his own power, and so he did his best to ignore his wounded pride at being carried around like a chick.

He definitely felt himself relaxing more once they were back inside. Though he wasn’t eager to return to the lumpy mattress he felt safer already now that they were back inside, and was already half asleep again by the time Sam helped him take off his wet sweatpants and shorts. He felt himself flush a little without meaning to and wasn’t sure if it was because of Sam’s offer or the way that Sam was looking at him.

Dean didn’t take Sam up on that offer however. Not this time. Things had turned out so well that he didn’t want to risk moving too fast now and ruining it. However that didn’t stop him from looking at Sam in all his glory while he wiped himself down.

“Maybe…” He finally answered softly, though he didn’t meet Sam’s eyes as he grabbed a clean pair of shorts and managed to get them on himself, figuring it would be easier for them both if he did. It wasn’t a promise. More like a hope.

He got Dean to blush again. God, he so loved it when that young man blushed. Sam noticed how Dean watched him as he cleaned himself with the wet towels and he maybe took a little more time than he needed to. He didn't expect Dean to let him help, but He wanted to offer. Dean had consistently surprised him. He watched as Dean slid into the clean undershorts and could tell the young man's energy was just about exhausted.

His soft answer touched Sam and he could clearly smell Dean's fear and desire. Kneeling beside Dean, he pulled the blanket up onto Dean's legs and helped Dean lay down on his side. He finished pulling the blanket up once Dean was settled. Stroking Dean's hair gently he said, "You never, ever have to do anything you don't want. If all you want next time is some heavy duty first base kissing, that's okay. If you don't want anything at all other than my witty conversation, I'm sure I can make you laugh. Or at least blush. I'm getting pretty good at that. If you want to jump both feet into a home run…" Sam stumbled a minute. "I can't deny thinking about it with you. A lot. I also …I don't know I'm quite ready for that. Things are too fresh. Third base…yeah, I can handle that, if you ever get ready for it. I'm not…I'm just not ready quite yet for more than that. So don't ask me for a homerun yet. The balls need to stay in their own park right now," Sam joked.

Yeah, he really did want to fuck Dean again. He really did want Dean riding his cock and loving every second of it. He wanted to pleasure Dean again and again and again. And he was scared to death too many terrible memories would paralyze him, maybe even break him. He knew he was fragile though he talked a good game. His hormones would gladly push him forward, but mentally, no. He just couldn't.

"Now get some sleep," Sam said, smiling fondly at the hunter. "Tomorrow we return to civilization if you think you're up to it."

Dean really didn’t have the heart to complain about how Sam practically tucked him in like he was a little kid. Maybe he was just too tired to complain, even halfheartedly in jest. Or maybe it was something in the other man’s expression, speaking to him at an almost subconscious level telling him that Sam needed this right now. Sam needed to take care of him. Just like Sam had said before he needed to, to help him forget, help him deal with… what had happened to both of them…

Sam’s next words pretty much confirmed it. As Sam explained to him that Dean didn’t have to do anything that he didn’t want to. As though Dean didn’t already know that, as though he thought that Sam would actually force him to do something he didn’t want. The thought was so absurd Dean almost wanted to laugh.

He knew Sam wouldn’t do anything like that. Sam would never hurt him like that. Would probably rather kill himself than force him. It suddenly made Dean feel tremendously guilty over what had happened before the vampires, what he had accused Sam of. But he couldn’t change that any more than he could change what had happened to them afterwards, no matter how much he might wish to. All he could do was deal with the now.

Dean made a slight face when Sam mentioned how good he was getting at making him blush, but it was only a playful glare. When Sam admitted that he wasn’t even ready for anything past third base, Dean’s expression softened and he felt his eyes threaten to fill with tears but he forced them back. That was the last thing that Sam needed to see right now, him blubbering like a girl at the reminder of just how broken Sam really was… how broken they both were… Dean lifted a hand to lightly brush Sam’s cheek, caressing Sam’s face and rubbing his thumb gently across the other man’s lower lip.

Not really knowing what he should say, if anything, Dean merely smiled softly and nodded. Showing Sam that he understood and agreeing that now was a good time to sleep. He was exhausted. Whether he was “ready” to return to “civilization” tomorrow or not was kind of a moot point because he knew they had to. He had to contact Bobby. He cared about the older hunter too much, he needed to know what had happened to him and to let the older man know he was ok.

“Night.” Dean said softly, dropping his hand from Sam’s face, yawning widely, and closed his eyes. As he began to drift off his hand found one of Sam’s and twined their fingers together.

Dean's glare made him chuckle, but when he could tell Dean was upset by his admission of not being able to handle a "homerun" right now, he wondered if he should have admitted to that. He didn't mean to upset him. It certainly wasn't Dean's fault he was pathetic. But he supposed if he felt that way, he should think of Dean like that too, and he didn't think that at all. Dean had suffered an earlier trauma, and the young man had only had a few years as an "adult" to learn to deal with things. He had had almost a hundred and fifty years to deal with trauma. He should be better at it. He certainly had enough practice.

The light touch on his face made him roll his hand into Dean's palm and the brush across his lips…he felt like tears were a mere heartbeat away. Maybe if he stopped his heart from beating, maybe the tears wouldn't come then. The kind smile Dean gave him made his breath hitch a little. He was not going to start crying. He was not going to beg the hunter to hold him and tell him it was all going to be okay. It was never going to be okay, not for a very long time. If ever.

He was glad that Dean seemed comfortable with the idea of returning to civilization. He wouldn't let the young man see how much that thought terrified him right now. They were ought in BFE and lost to the world and still he felt the need to listen to every little sound and stand guard at the window, making absolutely certain Bitchnessa and her nest hadn't somehow found them anyhow. In a town there were so many sounds, so many smells, and they would be that much easier to find…but he had to return to the real world someday. And a nice shower and soft bed really were enticing. He supposed when Bobby caught up with them it would be time to say goodbye to Dean. That almost did make him want to cry. He wondered if he was going to be able to smile and wish Dean well and keep the tears hidden until Dean was out of sight…

When Dean shut his eyes to sleep and reached out for his hand, twining their fingers together, he stared at their hands in shock. He hadn't expected…the young man probably just need the comfort and reassurance, that was all. Just needed it for the now….He supposed he could stay by Dean for the moment. Dean's hand would loosen soon enough and he could return to the window to stand guard over his charge. He shouldn't read more into it. He couldn't read more into it. He didn't dare. It didn't mean anything. But he still couldn't stop the tear that trickled from his eye and down his face.