Dean couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and smirk at the very girly giggle that Sam made. In fact, he hat to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing outright. But when the other man turned around, offering his back to Dean, the urge to laugh quickly died away.

Fuck… if he thought that Sam couldn’t possibly look any hotter. Those damned thin wet underwear clinging to his ass like a second skin…

Dean forced his eyes up, forced himself to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing. Washing, not ogling… though he supposed there was no reason why he couldn’t do both. In fact, he’d have to be a saint not to get off on the feeling of rubbing the wet soapy cloth over the other man’s broad shoulders, watching the little soap bubbles sliding over slick warm skin.

Yeah, he took his time. Repeatedly going over the same areas he’d already washed when the water rinsed away the lather. After a while he just decided to say fuck it and dropped the cloth he’d been using. Letting his hands run over the other man’s shoulders and down his back, nearly to his buttocks before working their way back up again.

When the vampire began purring Dean couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“I feel like I’m petting a big cat.” Dean teased, though he couldn’t deny that the sound, as foreign as it was, was definitely a turn on… like just about everything Sam did.

As his fingers slid over the other man’s ribs Dean glanced down and had to bite off a moan as he watched Sam starting to touch himself through his soaking wet underwear. Somehow that was even hotter than if Sam had been completely bare, seeing how the wet material clung and shifted over the outline of Sam’s hard cock…

“You know… if you keep that up you’ll go blind.” He teased again, though he had a feeling the low huskiness of his voice probably ruined the effect. Dean’s hands slid around to Sam’s stomach as he stepped closer to the other man. So close he could feel the heat coming off the vampire’s skin without touching him. He brushed his lips along Sam’s wet shoulder, his fingers lightly teasing over Sam’s nipples as he watched the other man touching himself.

Sam's purr deepened as the rag Dean was using was replaced with the touch of the man's hands. It felt so good to have Dean touch him that way. He wished Dean wouldn't stop at the waistband of his undershorts. The thought of the hunter's hands sliding under the wet material and caressing his ass only seemed to make him harder.

"All vampires purr as far as I know, though I don't know why. Must have something to do with the demon virus," Sam answered distractedly.

When he realized Dean saw him stroking his own cock, he flushed, but the tone of Dean's voice was so fucking hot and encouraging. He felt it when Dean stepped closer though not enough to actually press their bodies together. The hunter's hands running over his stomach made him close his eyes in pleasure and he stroked himself a bit more firmly. When Dean's lips whispered over his shoulder, he moaned softly and when Dean's fingers teased his nipples he gasped and leaned back into Dean. Dean's erection pressed against his ass and for just a moment Sam tensed. It was Dean. No one else. Just Dean. The man he loved and treasured above all else. He relaxed back into Dean's safe arms. Soft sounds of pleasure, of growls and purrs, vibrated in his throat and chest as he pushed his underwear down and grabbed his cock more firmly and worked his hand up and down its stiff shaft.

"I want your hands on me. Touch me. Jack me off," Sam begged quietly.

Dean's grin was more than a little smug when he realized he'd made the vampire blush, though the smile slipped from his face and he stilled when the other man pushed back against him and stiffened. It was the reason why he hadn't closed the distance between them completely. As much as he would have loved to press his cock up against Sam's ass and rub it against the other man he hadn't wanted to make Sam uncomfortable, or worse, remind him.

They were going too fast. This just proved it. Neither of them were ready for this… but before Dean could step away from the other man, adjust things back down to a more platonic level, Sam was leaning back against him again. This time fully leaning his weight into Dean and the young man couldn't help the low moan that escaped his throat at the contact. Not to mention the sounds of pleasure Sam was making that went straight to his already straining cock pressed against the other man's firm ass.

Dean's heart rate sped up even more however when Sam pushed his underwear down, exposing himself completely, and taking himself in hand. At Sam's soft request Dean was certain his sudden light headedness had to do with lack of blood flow to his brain because it was all being directed south.

The hunter pressed soft wet kisses to Sam's neck where it met his shoulder as his hands began moving again. One toying gently with the other man's nipples while his other slid slowly down the long expanse of his chest and stomach. Dean groaned as his fingers brushed through the soft trail of hair at the base of the other man's cock.

"If it's too much…" Dean whispered softly. Not completing the thought, but reminding Sam and maybe even himself that this could stop at any time. At first he wrapped his fingers around Sam's own. Almost guiding the other man's strokes as Sam touched himself. Up and down. Up and down. Rubbing his thumb over the slit. Until finally he grasped Sam's wrist and pulled the other man's fingers away from his hard weeping cock, replacing them with his own.

Sam tilted his head and gave Dean as much access to his neck as possible, enjoying every tingling kiss. Dean's slow progression with his hand down Sam's stomach relaxed him even more. The vampires had been rough, brutal, and anything but slow and caressing. Dean's care only reinforced the safety the vampire felt.

Dean's touch at the base of his cock brought forth a soft gasp of pleasure. He arched a little against the fingers at his nipples and the feel of Dean's hard cock against his backside caused his own moan and he pressed back against it.

He gave a bare nod to Dean's words. "Third base is okay I think," Sam murmured in response. He was by no means ready to have Dean push himself inside, but being pressed against him? Yes, that felt good. The vampires hadn't bothered with that. They had simply shoved themselves inside and used him.

Sam rolled his hips, pushing a little harder into his hand now wrapped by Dean's. Dean's thumb rubbing over his sensitive head made him lean his head back and groan. He didn't fight it as Dean pulled Sam's hand free. He reached behind him and placed either hand on the cheeks of Dean's ass as Dean's began to work him. He thrust against Dean's hand, pushing forward then pressing back and he used his hands to pull Dean's hips against him. He wanted to feel Dean's flesh and pushed Dean's undershorts down. He growled in pleasure as he felt Dean's bared cock against his ass.

The sounds of pleasure that Sam was making, not to mention the way the other man was pressing his ass against his swollen cock was slowly undoing him. At the encouragement, Dean began nipping lightly with his teeth and sucking softly on the side of the vampire’s throat. He also couldn’t help rubbing his hard flesh against the other man’s ass in slow easy circles. Just that little bit of stimulation feeling better than he could have imagined.

Third base…

When had he been “ready” for third base the first time he had been… He hadn’t been. Not really. It had been months and he hadn’t so much as laid a hand on a woman. Hell, even walking into a bar with his father had started sending him into almost panic attacks and it had to fucking stop! They had been staying at Bobby’s… again… at the time he’d refused to question the reasons why they might have constantly returned to the other hunter’s home so much over that time. Refusing to acknowledge that maybe his father had realized just how wound up he was all the time. Even now he didn’t want to believe it might have been because his father knew…

Dean had gotten drunk even before he headed out to the bar. A bottle of scotch Dean had found at the back of Bobby’s liquor cabinet that the other hunter probably wouldn’t have missed right away had done the trick. He’d walked to the bar because he wasn’t stupid enough to get behind a wheel when he was plastered. Of course that had brought up so many memories he’d been trying to bury with the liquor of when he’d walked back to their motel room the next morning after the bastard had dumped him on the side of the road…

Yeah, he’d been a mess by the time he’d finally reached the bar but he’d managed to smooth out his nerves with a few more shots. It had been slim pickings that night, but one of the waitresses had taken an interest in him. Maybe even sensing that kicked puppy vibe coming off of him and offering him some fun when she finally got off the clock. Dean was more than happy to wait. It let him fortify himself with plenty of booze.

They’d only gone out back for the dirty deed. He was really glad that she hadn’t offered to take him back to her place. It was probably not one of his best performances, but she had given him her number afterwards so it couldn’t have been too bad. On the walk home from the bar he’d thrown up…

A few more similar encounters like that Dean had gotten to the point where he could finally touch a woman again without feeling sick to his stomach. Though he’d never even tried picking up, or allowing another man, to pick him up again.

Now here he was, barely a week after… and he was practically naked in the shower holding a vampire in his arms, giving him a hand job and rutting against his ass in heat. The thought of touching anyone else but Sam, being touched by anyone else, sent his heart racing in a way that was definitely not due to lust.

Dean shoved those thoughts away brutally. He didn’t want to ruin this, damn it. It was too important.

The young man’s breath hitched when he felt Sam’s hands on his ass, squeezing as he thrust into his hand. Dean couldn’t help but groan when he felt the other man slide his wet shorts down and suddenly his cock was sliding against smooth warm skin without any barriers. Sam’s growl of pleasure immediately erasing any worry that they might be going too fast as he started rubbing faster, harder. His fingers working Sam’s cock harder in time with the movements of his hips. The nips of his teeth against Sam’s neck turning into harder bites, because he knew Sam liked it so much. And right now that was the only thought in his mind. Pleasing Sam.

The increase in the pace of Dean's stroke combined with the more vigorous pressing of Dean's cock against his flesh had Sam groaning and panting. When Dean's gentle kisses turned into nips, then bites, Sam went weak in the knees and most of his purrs were lost in his growls. To have Dean rubbing against him, caressing him, kissing and biting him, it all made him feel…loved.

He struggled to remember soft times between himself and his former lovers. Now every time he tried to call those up, the recollections turned bitter with memories of the vampire nest. But Dean's touches seemed to ease everything for him. He recalled vividly when he had been giving Dean the blow job back in the hotel room and how he had pushed his fingers inside Dean to try to heighten his pleasure. Dean should have done more than just push him away. He had 'understood' how it upset Dean, how he had violated Dean, but he knew now it had been such a deeper violation and betrayal of trust. He hadn't 'understood' a damned thing. Not really. Not like he did now.

Memories floated in and out of his awareness, snatches of holding Dean in his arms and comforting him, of the young man touching his face and shedding tears over him, of Dean kissing him with a love and understanding no one else in this world would ever have. He felt the tears slide down his face, mixing with the light spray of water. The hunter worked him more intensely as he pressed his so firm erection against Sam and as Dean bit hard at his throat.

He wanted to hold Dean in his arms and wash away the young man's terrible memories as Dean was doing for him. He wanted Dean to hold him and tell him it was al going to be okay, even if it never really would be again.

He couldn't explain his tears exactly. They weren't of joy. They weren't of pain…then again, maybe they were. Joy that he had a man who cared about his pleasure, cared about how a half-breed demon, undead vampire might feel, embracing him now. Pain from the memories Vanessa had beaten and tortured into him that made him hate himself, his weakness, his own body. But Dean didn't hate him, didn't loathe him. They stood in their private world, just them. While they had been in the house, him standing at the window watching for enemies, he wasn't certain he would ever, could ever, feel safe again. But safe was all he felt right now. And maybe that was the source of the tears. That Dean was giving him everything he so desperately needed but would never actually admit that he needed.

He gripped Dean's ass tighter and thrust harder, loosing himself in the sensual joys Dean was providing. A particularly hard bite from Dean brought an extra loud groan from his throat. He smelled the hint of copper and knew Dean had actually broken the skin that time, and that only seemed to excite him more. He was so very close to coming he would need little more than a single solid nudge from him lover and he would come.

Dean tasted the metallic tang underneath his tongue and he knew his teeth, as blunt as they were, had drawn blood. He couldn’t deny the effect even that small taste of Sam’s blood had on him, his heart beating faster, and every inch of his skin somehow feeling more sensitive, especially his already oversensitive cock. Even though, at the same time, a slight feeling of worry passed through him. He hadn’t meant to be so rough, he’d only been responding to the sounds of pleasure Sam was making. But the sound the vampire had made when Dean’s teeth pierced his skin was definitely not of pain or discomfort, as though he needed any more proof with the way Sam was fucking even harder into his hand and rubbing back against him.

A low, almost animalistic growl, escaped from Dean’s throat as his lips latched onto the spot, his tongue playing over the small wound as he sucked hard on the vampire’s neck. Tasting his blood. Tasting his pleasure. His hand jerking Sam’s cock squeezing and twisting around the head of his lover’s shaft with every upstroke. His other hand that had been playing over Sam’s chest wandering down to cup, fondle, and squeeze the other man’s heavy balls, almost as though he were trying to milk Sam’s pleasure from his body.

“Sam… I…” Dean panted huskily before he bit down again hard on the side of Sam’s neck with a groan. One final hard jerk of his hips and he was coating the other man’s lower back and ass with his semen while he moaned against Sam’s neck. A part of him afraid of the sheer intensity of the feelings coursing through him, the things that Sam made him feel, even as he reveled in them.

As if the smell of his own blood and the exquisite feeling of Dean's teeth biting him weren't enough, when Dean growled and sucked hard at the fresh wound, an answering growl came from Sam's throat. Sam was practically writhing under Dean's skillful hand. When he felt Dean's other hand drop to tease his heavy balls his head fell back against the young man's shoulder and his teeth descended. If Dean weren't behind him, he knew he would bury his fangs in his lover's neck. His inability to do so was almost as bad as if the hunter had stopped stroking and squeezing him.

"Oh, God Dean," Sam managed between his moans and growls. He didn't think he could thrust any harder but the way Dean's hands played over his cock and balls, he did.

Dean's words were practically lost to him and when Dean buried his teeth in Sam's shoulder and moaned he felt the heat in his groin. As the young man bucked against him, the vampire arched, his own spunk shooting free as he felt the sudden heat coat his lower back as Dean had his own release. Those wonderful hands continued to milk him as he arched and strained, growls reverberating deep in his chest with each orgasmic wave of pleasure. When the strongest of the waves passed, he turned in Dean's arms, returning his hands to Dean's ass almost as soon as he took them away. He retracted his teeth and covered Dean's mouth with his own, rubbing a little against the young man as he purred.

Dean could feel the vampire’s growls of pleasure through his whole body, that combined with the hot splash of Sam’s seed through his fingers, only seemed to enhance his own orgasm. He swore he could taste the change in Sam’s blood dripping over his tongue when the vampire’s pleasure peaked, and Dean couldn’t help moaning even louder as he sucked and thrust his hips, rubbing his pulsing cock against Sam’s ass. His fingers continuing to squeeze and caress the other man’s cock and balls at the same time, drawing out both their pleasure.

Eventually however the intense spasms passed and his thrusts became little more than gentle rubs. His fingers stroking along Sam’s softened flesh light and loving rather than arousing. The hard bites along the vampire’s throat changing to soft licks and then even gentler kisses.

Fuck, he hadn’t come so hard that close together since he was a teenager. Certainly no one could possibly blame him if he felt a little weak kneed after that… Not that Dean was going to admit that. He had his pride, after all.

That didn’t stop him from leaning into the other man’s weight when Sam turned slowly in his arms. Dean’s hands moving to the small of his back, his lips parting eagerly for the other man’s kiss. Christ, he really did love it when Sam purred like that. He couldn’t help but imagine what that might feel like if Sam was sucking on his cock at the time…

Ok, now there was insatiable, and then there was this. He should not be thinking about coming again under any circumstances after he’d just come twice. But it was like he simply couldn’t get enough of Sam.

The blood. He’d just tasted Sam’s blood. Damn it, no wonder. Sam had warned him about that. Hell even Sam’s demon side had warned him about that. But even now he couldn’t really bring himself to regret that. Yeah, it was weird. Him liking the taste of Sam’s blood, but he supposed he could live with that. Especially considering he was “immune” from turning into a demonic blood sucker.

Dean sighed as he pulled back from the kiss, panting a little. Despite how he might not want to stop, he did have to breath sometimes. The young man grinned a little up at the vampire, licking his slightly swollen lips.

“I think we’ve got this whole shower thing backwards. We’re more dirty now than when we got in.” Dean observed.

Dean's weight leaning into his was welcome and when Dean's mouth sought his own out so eagerly and let Sam's tongue in so readily, Sam couldn't help but pull Dean closer and push his tongue in deep. He tasted his own blood in Dean's mouth and moaned. He could feel Dean's racing heart against his chest and he knew Dean had gotten taste of him when he was at his peak. Dean's flushed face told the vampire Dean had just gotten his first taste of what being a bloodmate meant, at least his first taste of it when he wasn't under the throes of it.

Reluctantly he let Dean end their kiss, but he stared down into those amused green eyes. The young man's words made him burst into laughter.

"At least the clean up is easy?" Sam said as he ran his hands up and down Dean's muscular back. He suddenly felt a small blush color his face. "May I…May I have a small taste?" Sam asked almost shyly. He didn't want to scare Dean but he really, really wanted to taste Dean's blood before its flavor returned to normal. It wouldn't be as good as if Dean were at full orgasm, but it would still be good. "You can say 'no.' It's okay to say 'no,'" Sam said sincerely as he ran his fingers through Dean's short wet hair. He could be content with just kissing and holding Dean. And he couldn't deny he was looking forward to soaping Dean up as thoroughly as Dean had soaped him. Okay, maybe Dean hadn't managed to get any further than his back, but that was easily remedied.

Dean couldn’t help but grin as Sam laughed. Like the other man didn’t have a care in the world right now, and if the sound made his heart flutter like a lovesick girl he honestly didn’t care right now. Chuckling softly, he nodded, agreeing that clean up was definitely easy (and fun) and moaned softly at the feel of Sam’s hands running along his back.

Sam’s blush only made him grin more, though how nervous the vampire looked and sounded as he made his request stopped Dean from laughing. Strangely enough, Dean hadn’t even considered refusing Sam’s request. He’d let the vampire drink from him last night, after all, and completely gotten off on it.

So Sam’s reassurance that he could refuse if he didn’t want the vampire to bite him only made him smile tenderly at the other man. Slipping his fingers through the soft wet hair at the base of Sam’s neck and pulling Sam closer as he tilted his head to the side in offering.

Yeah, maybe there was something really wrong with him. Maybe the last few weeks had really fucked him up in the head beyond repair. He was a hunter after all, if his father could see him willingly offering his neck to a vampire… So, Bobby was probably going to fucking kill him… he didn’t care…

“Go ahead.” Dean all but whispered, licking his lips and closing his eyes, waiting.

Sam practically held his breath. He was ready to accept being denied. He was already contemplating washing Dean's body thoroughly with his soapy hands. He was also going to take great delight in washing Dean's hair, because he knew it would annoy the shit out of Dean to have his hair washed like a little kid. And he also knew Dean would probably let him do it or else put up a great fuss about it and he wasn't certain which he was going to enjoy more.

He wasn't quite prepared for the tender smile Dean gave him and he felt his heart thud in his chest. He purred a little at the feeling of the young man's fingers playing at the nape of his neck. When Dean tilted his head to the side to give Sam access, Sam inhaled sharply. So trusting of him. After everything the two of them had endured, after everything Dean had endured at the hands of the vampires, and he completely trusted Sam and willingly offered him his carotid. He looked into Dean's eyes almost in awe at the generous gift.

He licked his lips with his tongue then leaned in and sucked gently at Dean's throat, licking and nipping. He wasn't interested in feeding. He just wanted a taste, as he had told Dean. He unsheathed his teeth and bit only hard enough to break the skin in a few places. He sucked the blood into his mouth and savored it, the endorphins and adrenaline still flavoring it. Although he had of course drank from his other bloodmates, the hunter's blood was so unique, so very perfect. It was the perfect balance between the exquisite taste of human blood and the dark sweetness of vampire blood, and the sexual overtones made it almost too perfect. He moaned and growled as he wrapped his his arms tightly around Dean. He licked and sucked but didn't use his teeth anymore.

"You tasted so damned good," Sam said into his ear and he loosened his tight hold on the man. "Thank you." He teased the inside of Dean's ear with his tongue, then lightly nipped its shell. "Since you got so distracted last time trying to wash me, maybe I better get you washed up first."

Sam slowly slid down Dean's body, licking and nipping as he did. When he reached the wet underwear shoved halfway down Dean's legs, he finished pulling them down and then picked up the soap while he got on his knees. After getting a good lather going he began to work his way back up Dean's body with his hands, painstakingly washing every inch of Dean's flesh. When he reached Dean's cock, he stared at it a moment, torn. They both had to get over this dammit. Dean had just given him a hand job. The vampires had done that to him but this time it was Dean and that made all the difference. He wondered if it would also be different taking Dean into his mouth, giving Dean a blow job because he wanted to. If they hadn't both just come so close together, he might be willing to try, but…after a moment of indecision he began gently washing Dean's cock and balls, looking up at Dean and making certain Dean was okay with his actions.

Dean closed his eyes and couldn’t help the moan that escaped his throat when he felt Sam’s lips sucking at his throat, kissing, and nipping lightly along his already sensitive skin. Making him all the more aware of how close they were. Building the anticipation of when he would feel the vampire’s teeth piercing his flesh again, and he wouldn’t just have to remember how it had felt anymore, he’d be feeling it all over again…

But the bite wasn’t the deep one that Dean remembered, the vampire’s teeth barely scratching his skin, just enough to make him bleed. And as heavenly as Sam’s lips sucking on his flesh felt, the way Sam moaned and held him even closer, he couldn’t help feeling just the slightest bit… disappointed.

The feeling left him however with Sam’s soft praise and when the other man began to loosen his tight hold around him. Dean sighing softly at the loss but laughing in spite of himself when Sam mentioned how he had gotten “distracted” when he’d been washing Sam. Yeah, and one hell of a distraction it had been.

Dean hadn’t really been expecting Sam to drop to his knees in front of him however, and his amused grin was quickly replaced by a more heated look… damn it… He had to get a hold of his damned hormones. It was rather difficult however the way Sam was staring up at him as he slipped his wet undershorts off of him completely. Dean letting his hands brace on Sam’s shoulders as he stepped out of the sopping material.

He was already breathing a little more deeply when Sam’s soapy hands slowly worked up his calves, legs, and thighs. Though when Sam paused when he reached his cock, that sobered him a bit. He was about to tell Sam he didn’t have to touch him when the other man’s soap slick fingers wrapped around his cock and began to gently wash him. Considering how sensitive he was Dean couldn’t have stopped the small groan of pleasure from escaping his throat if he tried.

Dean nodded slightly when Sam looked up at him, almost like he were worried this would be hard for him. Maybe it should have been. Maybe he was more fucked up in the head than he realized because it was so damned easy to let Sam touch him like this so intimately. But any possible nervousness he might have felt was completely washed away by those loving eyes staring up at him.

He could tell Dean was a little nervous, a little unsure, and a helluva lot sensitive based upon his groan when Sam touched him. He smiled reassuringly at Dean as he let his soapy hand delve behind Dean's balls and run along the crease between Dean's cheeks. He didn't linger or tease. He did take the opportunity when he got to the cheeks of Dean's ass to knead them as he washed them before slowly getting to his feet and ran his hands along Dean's hips with a soft groan of his own. He looked down into Dean's green eyes as he turned Dean away from the spray of water so he could wash Dean's back without the water immediately washing the soap away.

"You have the most beautiful body," Sam murmured, enjoying every ridge and dip of muscle under his fingers. He slid his hands around front to Dean's chest, the bar of soap still in one hand. Running it along Dean's chest, he watched the suds slowly roll down the young man's chest.

"Okay, now I see how you got so distracted," Sam chuckled.

He admired every inch of Dean's body he could readily see. "So god-damned beautiful," he whispered. Looking into the young man's eyes, he said, "And I haven't really decided what color of green your eyes are. But they're just as beautiful as the rest of you."

Sliding the soap into one of Dean's hands, he placed his own soapy hand on either side of Dean's face and kissed the man deeply, as if wanting to steal his very breath away.

Dean couldn’t help the sharp inhalation of breath when Sam’s fingers shifted from his cock to slide between his legs, behind his balls, and touched him between his cheeks. His fingers tightened on the other man’s shoulders and he knew his heart rate had to have tripled in the few seconds it took for Sam’s soapy fingers to wash near his hole.

A part of him wanted to close his eyes so Sam wouldn’t see the nervous fear that had probably clouded them. But he knew if he did close his eyes he probably really would panic. Bad memories rushing far too close to the surface for his comfort, ready to spring up and devour him. Ok… he supposed that proved he was in fact suitably fucked up in the head after everything… he wasn’t sure he liked the confirmation.

Nor did he like the cold sick feeling in his stomach that lingered even after Sam’s fingers moved on quickly to the relatively safer area of his ass cheeks. Kneading him gently there and Dean had to force himself to relax again. Giving the other man a slight smile he hoped did not look as completely forced as it felt.

Christ, he had just gotten off rubbing his dick against Sam’s ass like he was in heat and he couldn’t even let Sam touch him there?

Dean relaxed more genuinely when Sam finally stood up, the other man’s hands leaving his backside and moving over his hips and back instead. Dean rolled his eyes a little when Sam began to get all sappy with him again, calling him beautiful, though he couldn’t stop the small bit of color that rose to his cheeks or the moan that escaped his lips. With a soft sigh he relaxed against the other man as the vampire’s fingers slid over his chest.

Real amusement began to flicker in Dean’s eyes when Sam went on, practically like he was reciting some cheesy romantic poetry, calling him beautiful, going on about the color of his eyes even. The laugh that was building in his throat died away however When Sam finally cupped his face and kissed him deeply. The only sound escaping Dean a moan lost in the other man’s mouth as he wrapped his arms around Sam’s broad shoulders.

When they finally pulled apart, Dean stared up into the vampire’s eyes panting a little as he whispered, “If you start going all ‘where art thou Romeo’ on me I’m going to have to hurt you…”

He knew washing Dean, touching him near his hole, had upset Dean, but they both had to get over it and facing it was the best way. It would take time. For both of them. Calling Dean beautiful always seemed to make him blush and that pleased Sam, pleased him that such an easy truth could distract Dean from his upset. Dean's response to his kiss and the way Dean's arms wrapped around his shoulders elicited his own soft moan as he swallowed that of his lover's.

Just the simple deep kiss had Dean's heart rate climbing again, Sam couldn't deny his own bit of thrill going through him. You'd think neither one of them had had sex in years they way they were acting. It was more than fitting that they were in the honeymoon suite. They were certainly acting like newlyweds.

When they parted and Dean made his quip, Sam made a face at the young hunter as he reached for the shampoo and twisted the lid open. "Shakespeare sucks. I thought we were doing the fairy tale line anyhow. Let's see. We've done Sleeping Beauty. Since you are so beautiful, I think next might be Beauty and the Beast." Sam grinned as he squeezed some of the shampoo onto Dean's hair. "That means you're Belle, since I'm obviously the Beast."

Dean couldn’t help but laugh out loud when Sam stated quite plainly that Shakespeare sucked. Not that he could really blame Sam, since he whole heartedly agreed. He just thought Sam seemed like the nerdy romantic type who would enjoy that kind of thing. After all, with all that friggen mushy gushy crap and calling him beautiful…

When Sam went on however back to the whole Sleeping Beauty thing and then calling him the “beauty” and himself the “beast” Dean couldn’t help but groan as though in pain. Rolling his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t fall out of his head.

Belle. Sam had actually called him Belle. Sam actually knew the name of the princess from that damn Disney movie. That was just… disturbing… to him for some reason. First hippies and now Disney…

“That is so wrong.” Dean said, a small shiver running down his spine from the cold squirt of shampoo Sam squeezed on onto his head without warning.

“Hey!” He complained, still a little irritated by the Beauty and Beast comment. Giving Sam a warning glare and batting away his hand when the vampire acted like he was actually going to wash his hair. Like they were in some kind of friggen beauty salon. “Don’t even think about it.”

With a grin Dean suddenly reached down between them to cup Sam’s cock and balls, giving the vampire a good squeeze.

“Just making sure. I was afraid you’d spontaneously grew a vagina or something.”

Sam chuckled at Dean's groan with the fairy tale comment. He definitely enjoyed irritating Dean with 'girly' comments. And fairy tales. "You started the whole fairy tale thing. Don't go blaming me for that."

As expected, Dean complained at the shampoo being squirted into his hair. When Sam started to try to wash his hair, purely for the annoyance factor, he burst into laughter at Dean's glare and warning. "But I thought all pretty girls liked to have their hair washed," Sam teased.

When Dean reached between them and his hand wrapped around Sam's still sensitive cock, Sam groaned. When Dean squeezed however, he yelped.

"Hey god-dammit!" he growled. He stalked forward, making Dean step back until his back was against the wall. Sam glared at him and suddenly ran his hands rapidly through Dean's hair, practically tying the short locks in knots and a burst of shampoo bubbles erupting in them. He danced back under the spray of water, grinning.

"I thought about it. You look cute with a crown of bubbles, Belle."

Dean laughed as he stepped back from the “angry” vampire. Letting Sam back him up against the tile wall of the shower simply because he was curious as to what the other man would do, and he yelped when Sam proceeded to vigorously scrub his hair… And he had to admit it did feel kind of good. He liked the feeling of Sam’s strong fingers working so deeply against his scalp and he almost wished he hadn’t made a fuss when the other man had tried to do it before.

Sam was “finished” with his “revenge” abruptly however making Dean groan softly, almost in complaint, when the other man stepped away from him. However the vampire’s comment regarding his new “bubble crown” quickly reminded him that he was supposed to be annoyed rather than having enjoyed the treatment and he made a face as he gave Sam the one fingered salute.

“Bitch.” He grumbled, as he shoved Sam back out from under the spray of water so that he could take the other man’s place beneath it. Moving to rinse the thick lather out of his hair.

Sam heard Dean's moan of pleasure at the pseudo scalp massage. So he did like that did he? He simply couldn't let that go. The given salute only made him laugh. After he let Dean shove him back, he just as quickly stepped right back up behind Dean, pressing against him. Moving him forward out of the water he began washing Dean's hair again, kneading deeply with his fingers. He was really looking forward to running his fingers through Dean's soft clean hair the next time they made out. Finally he stepped back and pulled Dean with him, letting the hot water rinse the young man's hair clean as he ran his fingers through it to get the last of the soap out of it. Moving Dean forward a bit he couldn't resist sucking on Dean's neck yet again. He wanted to bite. He so wanted to bite.

He groaned as he sucked, running his hands over Dean's chest, lingering over Dean's nipples. He let his fangs down and scraped them lightly over Dean's neck.

"God I want to bite," Sam murmured, licking and sucking. One hand drifted down toward Dean's groin, brushing at the edges of the curly soft hair there. He wanted to touch. He wanted to bite, he wanted to devour. And son-of-a-bitch if his cock wasn't in full agreement. He was already so sensitive his growing erection was almost painful. He almost laughed thinking about Dean's comment about them ending up dirtier in the shower rather than cleaner. His downstairs brain was more than happy to help in that department and was rapidly contemplating standing at attention.

It took everything in him not to sink his teeth into Dean's neck. But not without permission. Never without permission. He moaned in frustration as he pressed as much of his body up against the hunter as possible.

Dean honestly couldn’t say he was surprised that the moment he turned his back on the other man Sam plastered himself up against him again. Honestly Dean didn’t know whether to be pleased, annoyed, or aroused. Though his annoyance mostly came from the fact that he had to close his eyes to keep the runny soap bubbles he’d begun to rinse away out of them. Because he certainly enjoyed the feeling of Sam’s fingers in his hair once more, massaging and turning him practically into a puddle of goo, not that he was about to admit it.

He sighed softly when the other man pulled him back under the spray of water, rinsing out his hair. Dean’s prepared quip about Sam indulging in his hair dressing fantasies was forgotten however when the vampire began sucking on his neck again and running his fingers all over his wet chest. And the only sound that Dean was able to make was a soft groan when Sam began playing with his nipples.

“Sam…” Dean whispered, his breath hitching when he felt the scrape of the other man’s vampire teeth over his already sensitive neck. The young man tilted his head a little more to the side without really thinking. Fuck, he was so sensitive everywhere. Every suck, every lick, every soft caress left his skin tingling. Sending pleasure/pain straight to his cock and he really didn’t think he could get hard again, at least not without almost as much discomfort as pleasure. But with Sam’s fingers brushing through his hair so close to his groin it was making a valiant effort.

“You’re trying to kill me…” Dean ‘admonished’ with another low groan, leaning even more heavily back against Sam’s weight when the other man rubbed up against him. His next words were practically panted out, “I said… you could…”

He loved the way Dean tilted his head, ready to give him more access and he took full advantage of it, running his tongue all the way up to the man's jawline then back down and out to his shoulder.

Sam didn't respond to Dean's scolding. He didn't imagine Dean would take well to the first response that popped into his head, something along the lines of 'if I'd wanted you dead I would have let you turn.' Sam easily held Dean's weight when Dean leaned back into him and when he heard those precious words leave Dean's mouth he groaned. He licked and sucked at Dean's neck, preparing it as his hand drifted deeper into the wet curls around Dean's cock. His fingers toyed with the hair while his other hand rubbed Dean's nipple. In a single coordinated motion he buried his teeth deeply in Dean's flesh, took hold of Dean's cock and squeezed Dean's nipple. He pulled Dean tight against him because he felt Dean's knees soften as Dean gasped at the sudden stimulation. He stroked and squeezed Dean's stiffening shaft as he sucked hard on Dean's neck, keeping his teeth buried to stave any but the smallest bit of bloodflow.

He growled deep in his throat. This is what he had wanted. At another time he would have wanted to make it more perfect by having penetrated Dean's tight ring of muscle with his hard cock at the same time as the other stimuli but…he just wasn't ready for that. He knew from Dean's earlier reaction the young man wasn't either and somehow, that made it that much more right. They were both where they needed to be. Intimate, loving, and the pleasure they were sharing was slowly helping to mend the deep wounds left by the other vampires.

Just as Dean had stroked him and bitten into his shoulder, Sam did the same, giving the man the same pleasure the hunter had given him. He rubbed his now strong erection against Dean. Fuck he was so sensitive from the two previous times he was moaning and groaning as he ran his hand up and down Dean's cock.

“Oh, Fuck!” Dean gasped, his knees practically giving out on him. They probably would have if Sam hadn’t caught him, as the other man grasped his cock, pinched his nipple, and bit him all at once. Just the feeling of Sam’s tongue and lips licking and sucking at his neck, the fingers rubbing over the sensitive nubs on his chest, and playing around his groin area had almost been overwhelming. Dean wouldn’t have been surprised if his brain had short circuited from pleasure in the last several seconds. Nor did he really care.

“Sam… oh god… fuck…” Dean whispered. This was what he had wanted to feel before. Sam’s teeth sunk deep into his flesh. No, it wasn’t completely pain free, but neither was it painful. It was like a good ache. An amazingly good ache, and every strong suck to his neck seemed to go straight to his cock.

His cock that was suddenly so hard it ached. His balls heavy and sore, each stroke along his over sensitive flesh making them throb and he wasn’t sure if he could come to relieve it. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. So fucking good! Feeling the proof that Sam was just as turned on as he was, the vampire’s hard heavy cock like a brand, rubbing against the small of his back and the cleft of his ass making him moan.

“Sam… Sam… oh yes…” The litany of encouragements and sounds of pleasure/pain never stopped spilling from his lips. He reached behind him to grasp at Sam’s thighs and ass, well aware how they stood now was practically an exact mirror image of how they’d been before only with Dean behind Sam as he rocked against him and stroked the vampire’s cock. Damn if that didn’t make him hotter, if it were possible.

The words spewing from Dean's mouth, hearing Dean repeat his name over and over, the obvious pleasure in his tone, all made Sam burn hotter. His erection hardened until it hurt. When Dean's hands touched his thighs he groaned. When Dean's fingers dug into the cheeks of his ass he growled in delight. With Dean rocking against his hard cock, he thought he was going to die from the pleasure that seemed to reverberate through every nerve in his body.

The animal within him begin to emerge and he extracted his teeth enough to get a mouthful of blood before burying his fangs in deep again. The blood burned in him, heightening his senses, heightening his pleasure if that were possible.

He rocked in time with Dean, in rhythm with fucking Dean's cock with his hand, sucking hard on Dean's neck in pulses, and biting harder then easing his hold, only to tighten his jaw again. His growls grew in volume as an underlying purr began to vibrate in his chest. He moved his hand from Dean's chest and offered his wrist to Dean, brushing it against the young man's lips. His animal called to Dean's with his growls. He wanted them to come together, to taste each other together as blood mates should.

He could feel the vibrations of Sam’s purrs and growls against his back and it only added to the pleasure he was already feeling. While his brain might have been doubtful he could come again, today much less in less than an hour, his body was definitely saying yes, yes, yes.

Dean didn’t know what was more intense. The fangs buried in his neck, the way they extracted and then sunk even deeper into his flesh. Or the firm hand wrapped around his hard aching cock, stroking in time to Sam’s own hot heavy flesh rubbing against his ass. He would have thought the former would have been painful but instead the increase and decrease of pressure against his neck combined with the strong sucking was one of the most erotic things he’d ever experienced.

If he didn’t think it could possibly get more intense, he was proved wrong when Sam’s growls noticeably changed in timber. He found himself responding to those sounds at an instinctual level. A needy, demanding, sound escaping his throat and he didn’t even know what it was he wanted until he felt the press of Sam’s wrist against his mouth.

Dean didn’t think. Didn’t consider how his own blunt teeth might hurt more than the sharp fangs of a vampire’s that were meant to pierce flesh. He bit down on the sensitive fragile flesh, sucking hard, desperate and needy. It seemed to take forever for his efforts to produce the reaction he desired, the flood of deep rich copper taste against his tongue.

However the second Sam’s blood hit his tongue he growled in pleasure and arched in the vampire’s arms. The feeling so intense it practically burned through his veins like fire as his cock pulsed and spilled his seed between his lover’s fingers.

When Dean growled back in answer to the animal, the vampire's heavy balls seemed ready, but Sam forced himself to wait. The teeth sinking into his wrist almost undid him and he growled encouragingly. It was painful, the human teeth biting hard into his flesh, but he welcomed it. It was his lover's teeth and that's all that mattered to him. Dean sucking at his wrist as Dean bit and tried to draw forth blood was almost more erotic, more tantalizing than to have had fangs sink easily into his flesh. He felt the need grow in them both as Dean struggled to get to his blood, sucking and biting and making Sam wait in agony as he rutted against the young man.

He felt the flesh on his wrist finally give and Dean's growl of pleasure had him responding in kind. As the young hunter went rigid, arching, Sam mirrored him. As the young man's hot spunk spill across his fingers, his own spewed along Dean's back. Dean's scent changed and almost immediately, so did the taste of his his blood. The vampire's growl changed as he drank in the new flavors, knowing Dean would taste the same change in his own blood. The fires of lust and love filled him. He released the man's softening member as he almost reluctantly pulled his fangs free of Dean's flesh. Running his come-coated hand through his own spunk, he licked his hand, tasting the combination of Dean's blood and their mixed seed. He turned his lover to him, pulling his bleeding wrist free of Dean's lips, and covered the young man's bloodied lips with his own. The taste of it all was indescribable joy. Their mixed seed. Their mixed blood. Their love. The completeness of soul.

He devoured Dean's mouth and let Dean do the same of him until the last remnants of the taste of blood and come had disappeared.

He was still panting hard when he finally pulled back to stare into Dean's eyes. "That's what bloodmate means," he growled lovingly.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The word seemed to echo in his head in time with the frantic beating of his heart. Not much else penetrated the fog of pleasure that he was drowning in. Just the feeling of hot spunk splashing against his lower back, his own cock pulsing in the same time in his lover’s hand, the hot pulse of blood filling his mouth, the strong sucks against his own throat…

Sam. Sam. Sam.

Dean whimpered almost in pain when the fangs at his neck withdrew. Not from the pain of the bite but with the loss. The same was with Sam removing his hand from his spent cock. Even though he was so god damned sensitive the other man’s touch was more pain than pleasure he didn’t want to lose it.

He needed it…

But when Sam turned him around, he went willingly into the other man’s arms and when his lover’s lips descended on his own if not for the other man’s arms around him his knees would have surely buckled. It was… perfect. There was no other word for it. Even that was not entirely accurate. It was more than pleasure. More than joy. More than comfort. More than love. It was…

When Sam finally released his lips Dean felt like he barely knew his own name. He panted hard against the vampire’s lips. He felt weak, and vulnerable, and completely safe at the same time. He heard Sam’s soft words but it took a while for them to register considering his brain had melted and dripped out his ears some time ago. When he finally did speak he could only manage one word.

“Wow…”

Sam couldn't hide his smile at the dreamy look that was on the young hunter's face. Dean was still recovering from the experience of bloodmate lovemaking. For all intents and purposes, this was the first time Dean had been fully 'aware' during it. He watched with amusement as Dean's thought processes finally began to kick in and his eyes, though their look said he was most certainly still caught in the afterglow, began to focus on Sam. Dean's simple response made Sam chuckle.

"Yeah. Wow." He pulled the young man closer to him, embracing him gently. "That was only a small taste of how it can be between bloodmates."

He slowly walked them back under the spray of warm water. He let the water soak his hair the tilted his head back, letting the water cascade over his face for a moment before stepping back so Dean could rinse off. "I suppose we ought to think about finishing up. I know I suggested the Jacuzzi afterward, but you have to be getting hungry. We get in that Jacuzzi and we'll both be too tired and relaxed to care about getting you fed."

As the water cascaded down Dean's back Sam saw the tint of red color the water. He released Dean from the embrace and brought his wrist around, looking at it for the first time since Dean had sunk his teeth into it. He picked up the soap and washed the wound, wincing a little. The young man had done some damage to his wrist trying to get to his blood but it was mostly just skin and blood vessels. As soon as he got out from under the hot water it would clot over. It wouldn't take more than a few days to heal completely. They were going to have to learn to keep a blade close at hand. He had to admit, though, the fact that Dean hadn't been able to just bite into his wrist and get to the blood had been kind of…thrilling.

Dean felt like he was high, and drunk, and completely fucked out all at the same time. Never mind that they hadn’t actually done any fucking. They’d basically just kissed, and rutted, and traded hand jobs, but they hadn’t really fucked.

A small taste… Dean licked at his lips, still able to taste Samuel’s blood, his blood, and their combined come and couldn’t contain the small moan at his throat at the combination of all three. If that was just a small taste, then Dean wasn’t sure he would survive anything more.

The fact that there was really no guarantee there ever would be more kind of hung unspoken in the air between them. Either if Dean didn’t stay with Sam past the time it took them to find and destroy the vampire nest, or if they were too fucked up to go any further because of previously mentioned fucking vampires. Not really knowing what to say, Dean was glad that Sam seemed content to do all the talking right now.

Though when Sam mentioned skipping the Jacuzzi in favor for food Dean had to laugh. Not because he wasn’t hungry, because he was a little, Twinkies didn’t fill you up for that long. But because he felt as exhausted as though he’d run one of his father’s famous ten mile marathons and in all honesty he hadn’t exerted himself that much. Food could wait. He needed a nap first.

Dean opened his mouth to say as much before Sam brought his wrist up and Dean’s eyes widened as he got a look at the damage he had done to the other man.

“Fuck!” The hunter gasped softly, as he grabbed Sam’s hand. Mirroring Sam’s wince in sympathy, because while the bite on Dean’s throat throbbed a little, this had to fucking hurt… Sam’s arm looked like it had been mauled by a dog or something and Dean felt a little sick.

“I’m sorry…” Dean apologized, swallowing hard before he reached behind him to cut off the water. Opening the shower door and letting out a wave of steam as he tugged the other man out with him. “We need to take care of this.”

Dean grabbing his hand startled Sam and he felt his teeth start to descend and barely stopped the growl in his throat. It's Dean. It's just Dean he told himself and forced himself to calm down. He saw the look of horror on the young man's face at the injuries to his arm. He was grateful Dean was so focused on his arm that he didn't realized just how much he had startled Sam and the reaction Sam had to it.

The vampire shook his head at the man's apology. "You think I didn't know you don't have vampire teeth when I offered you my wrist?" Sam said as Dean turned off the water. He started to protest that both of them really should just finish washing up when Dean hauled him out of the shower.

Sighing with resignation Sam let Dean lead him out to a chair. "I'm fine. It's not deep."

The look on Dean's face seemed to be a combination of guilt and anger as he dug through the bags for the first aid kit.

"Dean!" Sam said sharply trying to get the young man's attention. "It's okay! One or two injuries I can numb like I numb your neck before I bite you. It probably doesn't hurt any more than your neck does. And just like your neck, it'll be tender for a few days while it's healing, that's all."

Sam basically admitting he had considered beforehand that he knew exactly how much damage Dean was going to do to his wrist didn’t reassure the young man at all. If anything it made him feel worse, because Dean himself hadn’t really considered it. He’d been too lost in the pleasure. Too lost in the need, wanting to taste Sam’s blood so bad he’d literally ripped open the other man’s arm with his teeth. It also pissed him off because Sam had known and he had simply let Dean hurt him like that.

Dean fumed silently to himself as he dragged Sam into the other room without bothering to grab a towel for either of them and all but shoved him into a chair. Muttering under his breath about stupid masochistic vampires, ignoring Sam’s words, as he went over to their bags to dig around for the first aid kit and other supplies he’d need to take care of the bite.

Sam’s shout made him stiffen and finally straighten to turn an almost angry glare on the vampire. It was probably a good thing he hadn’t managed to find the first aid kit yet because he might have seriously considered beating the stubborn man upside the head with it.

“Sam, just shut up! Do you really think that makes it better?! That it makes me feel any better knowing I ripped open your wrist like that without thinking, and you just let me, just because you can make it ‘not hurt’?!” Dean yelled, glaring hard at the other man, before he turned back to the bags and finally found the first aid kit and a roll of gauze.

Dean all but stalked back over to the man, dropped the first aid kit down onto the table, and took a deep breath as he looked down at the vampire in the chair. Blowing that breath out through his teeth, Dean reached out his hand in a silent demand for Sam to give it to him.

“Just… let me take care of it. Let me take care of you.” Dean said softer, though his voice was laced with a little guilt despite how he tried not to let it show.

Sam stared at Dean a bit dumbfounded. Why would Dean feel so guilty, why was Dean so upset…?

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He thought of Dean as a vampire. He was his bloodmate, he could drink his blood. The combination of the two equated to Dean being a vampire in his mind. Vampires bit. Vampires bit a lot while making love. The young man just…didn't have the right equipment. Sam hadn't really thought about it. He wanted Dean to bite him. The damage and any pain, that was irrelevant. He couldn't think beyond the desperation of needing his lover drinking from him.

Sam offered his arm out hesitantly, feeling his own wash of guilt. Dean's words, practically begging Sam to let the young man take care of him, made Sam's heart ache.

"I'm sorry," Sam said quietly. "I … I wanted you to drink from me as much as you wanted me to drink from you. I needed it. I was desperate to feel your teeth biting me. Yes, I knew your teeth were blunt but I just couldn't bring myself to let go of you long enough to bite my own wrist open. I didn't really think beyond my need. It didn't," Sam winced a little as Dean cleaned the wound. It was only partially numb, after all, "matter to me." He flushed a little. "It was even…more intense because you couldn't just bite in. You had to suck and work at it and I know that sounds all kinds of wrong, and not fair to you. I won't do it again. I promise. I'll open it up myself, or we'll keep a knife at hand, something. It just didn't occur to me how it would make you feel."

Dean kept his eyes on Sam’s wounded wrist as he dabbed some peroxide and then antibiotic ointment onto the red angry bite marks. Yeah, maybe Sam wouldn’t die of an infection or anything, but getting one would still be an annoyance at best and a hindrance at worst. Human mouths were supposed to be dirtier than a dog’s mouth after all.

He didn’t look up at Sam’s soft apology, concentrating solely on taking care of the other man’s wound. At first he wasn’t exactly sure what to say. Talk about culture clash. After all, it was still a little weird to Dean that he even liked the taste of Sam’s blood. Drinking it… it wasn’t like sticking your finger into your mouth if you received a bad paper cut. He’d swallowed more than a few mouthfuls of Sam’s blood and it had been… amazing…

A part of him, the part that was still human, the part of him that was a hunter, knew he should feel a lot more disgusted by what he’d done than he was. Biting Sam’s wrist open like that… He was bothered by it, but more because of the damage it had caused, the pain it had caused Sam, more than the act itself.

He was so damned confused…

Dean picked up the roll of gauze once he was done cleaning the wound and carefully began to wrap it around Sam’s wrist. Again, to help keep out infection… and maybe partly to ease his own guilt. If he didn’t have to look directly at it, maybe that would be easier…

When he was done, he didn’t release Sam’s hand right away, though he finally looked up at the vampire. Lifting his other hand to run gently through the other man’s damp soft hair, pushing it out of his eyes tenderly.

“It was… intense.” Dean grudgingly admitted, letting out a soft sigh. “I just… don’t like the idea of hurting you. For any reason. This… what I am… everything… I’m still trying to get used to it all.”

Deciding that was more than enough of a girly-feeling-sharing-moment for Dean, he grinned down at Sam.

“I don’t know about you, but you wore me the fuck out. How about a nap or something before Bobby and Jacob get here?”

Sam met Dean's eyes and leaned just a little into those caressing fingers, smiling a little when the younger man brushed his long bangs aside. His eyebrows lifted at Dean's explanation. Hurt him? Sure, he felt pain, but the virus quickly worked to repair any damage and it tried to block pain when possible to keep the host functioning, to permit the host to survive, in turn ensuring its own survival. He wasn't sure how he could convince Dean that the pain was, well, trivial. Especially considering what Vanessa had done to him, this was a pinprick. Reluctantly, he got it. He understood. He would never want to hurt Dean or cause any harm to come to him. It wasn't any different for Dean, whether due to them being bloodmates or Dean just being himself. He didn't consider biting Dean hurting him so Sam didn't equate Dean biting him as causing him injury. But Dean did. Sam vowed that wouldn't happen again. He'd strap a freaking blade to his arm if he had to.

The confusion he saw in Dean's eyes he wanted to wash away. Even at the cost he suspected he would pay. "Dean, you're being more vampire than human simply because we're bloodmates. If …when," Sam amended, "when you move on, you're not going to crave blood, you're not going to find it any more appealing than any human. In three or four years, you'll begin to feel the fire, feel the need. You'll get a pint or two of vampire blood put in your veins and you'll be good to go for another handful of years. You'll always be a little stronger, heal a little faster, have quicker reflexes, heightened senses—at least I'm assuming your senses are heightened--but other than that, you really are more human than not." Sam pushed himself to his feet and pulled Dean into his arms. "I'm your complicating factor, and I'm sorry for that, but I will be happy to wear you out anytime you need it." After kissing Dean lightly and releasing him, he walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel that he lobbed at Dean. He unfolded one for himself and finished drying off the droplets of water still clinging to his skin.

"You nap, Belle," he said with a grin. "I'll stand watch."

Dean’s smile slipped a bit when Sam started to explain how he was more human than vampire. Not that the young man wasn’t relieved to hear that, because he was. Sam had told him as much before, but Dean had begun to doubt considering… well… considering the intense fetish he’d developed for hickeys, biting, and blood in general. Well, Sam’s blood anyway. Vampire blood…

While a lot of it was a big blur of pain, Dean remembered how he had latched onto the bitch vampire’s wounded throat, how greedily and viciously he’d drank from her… Dean felt much more sickened by that than by drinking from Sam. The idea that he might still have some of her blood flowing through his veins.

Sam calling himself the “complicating factor” also bothered him, mostly because he couldn’t deny it. Yeah, everything was either complicated or fucked up right now, but he didn’t want Sam blaming himself for it either. Or being sorry for it.

Dean knew he would deal. He’d deal with being some kind of weird, half breed vampire. As long as he didn’t go around craving blood from innocent people, he could deal with needing a bit of vampire blood every few years. He could even deal with… everything that had happened to him, to them, at the nest. He’d dealt with being assaulted before, he’d deal with it again, and Sam being here with him now was helping.

The young man gave a small snort of laughter when Sam told him he’d be happy to wear him out anytime. Dean couldn’t deny he’d enjoy taking the other man up on that offer. He easily caught the towel that Sam threw at his head, running it over his body and hair. Though when the cheeky bastard called him “Belle” again, Dean rolled up the damp towel and gave it a good snap towards Sam’s ass.

“Call me that again, and you’ll be sorry. Besides, If anything I’m the Beast, since you’re such a damned girl.” Dean laughed before he looped the towel around Sam’s neck and dragged him closer again for another soft kiss.

He found himself opening his mouth, wanting to tell Sam that standing watch when they were in the middle of town, in the middle of broad daylight, was probably an overkill. But then he couldn’t deny the small shiver that worked its way down his spine when he remembered how the vampires had taken him from his own motel room, then snatched them both from Jacob’s house.

“Wake me in a couple hours, and you can get some sleep too. You didn’t get any last night, and I know how cranky you can get.” Dean said instead, slowly releasing the other man as he headed over to the big king sized bed, pulled back the covers, and got inside.