Dawn cam faster than Dean had expected, probably because he slept soundly through the night. If he had any nightmares he didn't remember them. Though he did remember the feeling of soft gentle fingers running through his hair and a warm voice that whispered into his ear, promising he was all right and he was safe. The feeling of warmth, safety, and love washing over him and wrapping around him like a cocoon, easing him back to sleep, and whatever had woken him not returning.

So when Dean woke a little after dawn he felt well rested and a lot better than he'd expected. His back didn't ache nearly as much and he felt confident he could sit in the car easily for a few hours without it bothering him too much, and told Sam as much.

Dean let Sam check his back to confirm he was healing well, and he managed to dress by himself. To his surprise the pair of jeans he pulled on were his size but were still a little loose on him, damn he'd lost weight. He put on the button down flannel he'd worn last night since it wasn't dirty and would be easier than pulling a T-shirt over his head.

Sam had been right about that too, unfortunately, his muscles were healing up really stiffly. Reluctantly he did a few stretches like Sam suggested and though he wasn't feeling quite as pleasant afterwards he was determined to get in touch with Bobby today.

Breakfast was a package of Twinkies and then it was time to go. He helped Sam pack up a few of the things but the other man refused to let him carry anything down to the car. Dean only protested half heartedly, but he insisted on walking downstairs to where Sam hid the car by himself.

Seeing the silver Toyota made him long for his own car, and he swore if any of the vampires put a dent in her or scratched her paint he was going to cut their heads off with a rusty kitchen knife, nice and slow. Hell, he might just do that anyway, for what the evil bastards had done to him and Sam. Maybe he'd start with their feet and work his way up to their neck…

In the car, heading down the overgrown dirt "road" away from the little farmhouse Dean felt an unmistakable little pang in his chest. Like he was missing Sam already and the other man was sitting right next to him. Maybe he was just missing the idea of it being just the two of them. If not for Bobby Dean would have been content to stay for a long time in that rickety old house even if the floors really did cave out from underneath them one day. Just him and Sam…

Dean glanced over at the vampire. Noticing the way the other man's fingers were wrapped around the steering wheel like he was trying to choke it. He had no idea what the other man might be thinking and was almost afraid to ask. He wished he could think of something to say that would reassure Sam everything was going to be ok, then with a slight playful grin he leaned forward to fiddle with the radio until he found a good classic rock station and cranked up the volume.

Indeed it hadn't taken long for Dean to fall asleep the night before and soon after Sam moved to the windowsill to watch and listen. A pack of coyotes came scavenging and found the venison, quite thrilled with their unexpected fortune. Sam was glad the meat wasn't going to go to waste. Raccoons and possums wandered through and the night time birds gave intermittent serenades that mixed into the symphony of rustling leaves and the creaks and groans made by the old house.

Throughout the night Sam periodically returned to Dean's side whenever the young man started to grow restless. He combed his fingers through Dean's hair, whispering soft reassurances that he was safe. At one point the sleeping Dean reached out and Sam clasped his hand and kissed him lightly on the lips and soothed him back to sleep. At that point he stayed by the hunter. Morning wasn't far off and he wanted to stay beside Dean. The 'now' would soon be gone. In a few smattering of hours they would reach town. In a few smattering of hours Bobby would be called, and Sam expected Bobby would likely arrive before the night's end. This was probably the last night he would be able to sit beside Dean, run his fingers through Dean's hair and comfort the man.

He came to some sort of acceptance in those few hours before the sun rose. His handsome, beautiful Dean had a life to continue. He would need to provide Dean contact numbers of other vegetarians and let the network know Dean would need vampire blood. They were going to just love the fact Sam brought a human hunter into their midst, but Dean would be no threat to them. In fact, Dean might well be able to aid vegetarians. If he came across a nest, he could confirm if they were harmless or not. He might even be able to give some a heads up when hunters were sniffing about in the area. Dean would do just fine. Sam could then turn to hunting down Vanessa without worry.

Sam could tell Dean was beginning to rouse and he rose from the man's side. The thought of leaving this solitary retreat saddened him. It would have been a good place for the two men to heal. Though a decent mattress would have become a requirement. Still, Dean would find plenty of swooning barmaids and waitresses that would help him through his trauma, of that the vampire had little doubt. Funny, he wasn't even jealous of that thought.

Returning to civilization was an unpleasant idea but it couldn't be helped. He wanted to know if Jacob were alive or dead and if alive, he owed Jacob the knowledge that he had survived the vampire's revenge. It was also quite possible the nest would eventually go after Jacob, if he had survived. It was important to reach a phone and find out. Once out and about, Sam might as well start the hunt right away. No since dilly-dallying. The sooner it was over, the sooner everyone was safe, and the sooner Sam could decide how he wanted to…contemplate his future. Contemplate if he even wanted to have one.

Sam had the coffee going and ready by the time Dean was fully awake and presented it to him then examined his back. Dean's back was, at one level, almost healed. The sheen of scar tissue criss-crossed his back and Sam poked and prodded at the flesh, finding tender spots scattered throughout. Those would probably fade by the end of the day assuming Dean got some decent food in him, and the scar tissue would be gone within a few days, once the last of the internal injuries were healed. Dean's insistence that he could handle a few hours in the car made Sam chuckle. At this point the only reason Dean would have any trouble would be from sore and tender muscles that needed stretched and worked. The more he moved, the better he would feel, so long as he didn't try to overdo it. He snickered to himself when he saw Dean stretch and grimace as he tried to stretched out healing muscles. That was part of the reason Sam was so stiff and sore himself.

"The breakfast of champions," Sam commented as he tossed Dean a pack of Twinkies and he wouldn't let Dean assist in packing up until he had eaten. Of course with the way Dean ate, the Twinkies were devoured in under a minute. After refilling their coffees, he chased Dean downstairs with a wave, refusing to let the young man carry anything. Dean didn't need anything that might interfere with him getting his sea legs back. He made Dean wait out front while he retrieved the remaining beer, then led Dean over to the concealed car.

The sight of the car drove a spike of trepidation through him. It was fear incarnate. Fear of returning to the real world. Fearful memories of their time in the vampires' hands, fear of some cop running their plates and arresting them for the stolen car and demanding information regarding the missing owner. The scent in the car had already told Sam it had belonged to one of the women Sam had been forced to kill. The car also held the stench of their dried blood, blood that stank of fear and pain and agony and … bloodmate. Sam tossed the duffel with the food and drink into the back seat and the rest he put in the trunk.

He climbed behind the driver's wheel wordlessly, trying to ignore the faint smells. He had scrubbed the car as clean as possible one of the days that Dean was still unconscious, but he could still smell it all. He hoped Dean couldn't. After a moment of hesitation, Sam screwed on his courage and started the car, pointing it down the overgrown path that had once been the driveway. He didn't even flinch as branches of trees and bushes scraped long scratches in the sides of the car.

He didn't want to leave. God, he didn't want to leave. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, forcing himself not to put his hand on the gear shift and back the care right back up the drive and to the ramshackle house. Dean needed to go home, he told himself. He couldn't keep Dean locked up in the horrid little house. Hot showers. Decent food. A soft bed. He repeated these things over and over, trying to make himself want to go into town.

He was startled when the radio came on, Dean fining the classic rock station immediately of course. Not really hard since there were only three stations to begin with. Dean cranked the volume up just shy of ear splitting. Sam shot the grinning young man a dirty glare. Pressing the CD button, the classic rock disappeared as Mozart sounded from the speakers. He smiled smugly at the hunter. "Driver picks the music."

He really wanted to turn the music down a few notches so it wasn't quite so ear rending, but he wanted to enjoy his victory.

Dean only grinned wider at the dirty look that Sam gave him, but one glance at the other man’s hands and he could tell that his “plan” had worked. Sam seemed a little more relaxed, his grip had definitely eased on the steering wheel so his knuckles were no longer bone white, and the glare itself had a bit of mirth behind it.

He wasn’t all that surprised when Sam pressed the button to get rid of his rock music, he’d been kind of expecting it. What he hadn’t been expecting was the fucking classical music that began playing instead and Dean knew his expression morphed quickly between nausea and horrified that wasn’t all for show.

“Rules” or no, no fucking way he was sitting in a car for hours with classical music blaring from the speakers, he’d rip out the speakers first. Dean promptly hit the button on the CD player that would eject the offending noise pollution. He grabbed the CD before Sam realized what he was doing, and tossed it out the window.

“Only when the music doesn’t suck ass.” Dean’s grin was even more smug than Sam’s had been.

Laughter was plain in Dean's eyes as Sam changed the music, but he didn't miss the glance Dean gave the steering wheel and was momentarily baffled, then realized he had had a death grip on the wheel. The young man was trying to distract him from his fears. He smiled a little and gave a soft huff of laughter. Until Dean ejected the CD and frisbeed it out the window.

"Dean!" Sam complained, watching the CD ricochet off branches until it wedged itself in a thorny bush. The new glare he gave the hunter was pure annoyance. He should stop the car and make Dean climb through the brambles to retrieve it, but he knew Dean would be sure to scrape it over thorns so it wouldn't be playable. The shit.

With the CD gone, the rock music was back, the station playing Journey's "Wheel in the Sky." With a long suffering sigh, the vampire turned the music down to a bearable level. When he saw Dean's hand snake toward the volume he gave it a firm smack. "It's loud enough, Jerk. Vampire hearing. I would like to hit town without a splitting headache."

After a moment and one look at Dean's face, Sam relented a little and kicked it back up two notches. "Okay, deaf boy? And grab me a Coke out of the bag then put your seat belt on."

The look of disbelief that crossed the vampire’s face at the loss of the CD was absolutely priceless and the glare that followed made the young man laugh in spite of himself. It probably wasn’t often that Sam “lost” at anything, especially since he had at least a hundred years of experience over most people. But when it came to a car radio, Dean hadn’t lost a battle yet. Not even to his father, and the older man had stopped trying when Dean reached about the age of eight. It was a good thing that for the most part they agreed on the music they would listen to while driving or else his father would have probably just left him on the side of the road by the time he was twelve.

However when he tried to turn the volume up on the radio a little more, hell he liked this song, he yelped at the sharp smack that Sam gave his hand. He stared at the vampire with his mouth hanging open a little in shock. He couldn’t fucking believe Sam had just swatted him like he was an annoying pest or something!

Dean gave the other man a doubtful look colored with annoyance, wondering if Sam’s ears really were that sensitive or if he was just saying that. When after a moment Sam looked at him and then turned the volume back up anyway Dean couldn’t help but snort and grin from ear to ear at the victory. Sam was such a fucking pushover.

“Yes, mother.” The hunter replied, rolling his eyes a little but he twisted around and grabbed a coke from the back seat like Sam asked. However he opened it up and took a long swig of it himself before handing it over. At the look Sam gave him Dean merely raised an eyebrow. “What? It’s not like you’re actually thirsty.”

Sam tried hard not to laugh at the indignation that crossed Dean's face as Sam smacked his hand like a five year old reaching into a cookie jar. He laughed anyhow. Dean's doubting look made Sam roll his eyes. "Dude I can hear your fucking heart beat. Yes, loud noise hurts." After he turned the radio back up some, he gave Dean another mild glare. "Don't give me that shit eating grin. You had it cranked up to eighteen. You are not getting eighteen back. Thirteen is plenty loud especially with the windows closed. Okay, with my window closed."

When Dean called him 'mother,' Sam snorted. Sam reached out to take the Coke, pleased Dean was considerate enough to open it for him. The vampire stared at the young man flabbergasted when Dean drank a good third of it down before giving it to him.

He snatched it from Dean with a glare. "And you're probably not actually hungry when you eat a candy bar but you still want the whole damned thing, jerk."

He eyed the Coke suspiciously. "I suppose you're old enough there isn't any backwash in it, though you certainly don't act old enough…"

Dean merely laughed at the glare that Sam gave him for drinking “his” Coke before handing it to him.

“Who says I’m not hungry when I finish off a whole candy bar? I was practically raised on Snickers, bitch.” The young hunter replied, and then raised an eyebrow when Sam mentioned his possible “backwash” as a reason not to accept the bottle of Coke. “As though you’ve been so worried about my cooties before now.”

Dean teased the vampire, grinning a little as a slightly more evil glint flashed into his eyes. He never would have considered it if they’d been on a main road rather than this overgrown dirt path, he wasn’t interested in dying. But since the most that could happen if he startled Sam enough to swerve them was scratch the paint a little on some thorn bushes, and since it was a friggen Toyota who gave a shit?

Since he still hadn’t bothered to buckle his seatbelt yet, Dean easily and quickly slid closer to Sam, grasping the other man’s head, turning it to face him, and pressed his lips hard against the vampire’s before he could react. Licking wetly at the other man’s lips and then pushing his tongue past them to explore Sam’s mouth thoroughly before finally letting Sam go and sitting back triumphant even though he was breathing a little heavily afterwards.

“How’s that for backwash?” Dean asked casually, as though he hadn’t just tongue fucked Sam’s mouth. Using the excuse of buckling up his seatbelt finally to hide just how much his little stunt had affected himself.

Sam wondered if Dean was always such a pain in the ass. Even so, he welcomed Dean's playful attitude. And here he had promised he would be the one to make Dean laugh if the young man needed it and instead, he found his own spirits cheered by the antics of the hunter.

Ill-prepared did not begin to cover Sam's reaction when Dean slid next to him and forced Sam to turn his head. Eyes growing wide with shock as Dean kissed him, when he felt that hot tongue demanding entrance he opened his mouth without a thought. The steering wheel was forgotten and the car nosed into the bushes on one side of the road before Sam managed to have enough brain function left to sort of get his foot on the brake. Groaning into Dean's mouth, he wrapped his arms around the young man. His body began to react immediately and he practically melted under Dean's ministrations. The seat belt and steering wheel both conspired to keep him from pulling Dean to him and he moaned in aggravation.

When Dean let Sam go it elicited a whine of complaint and frustration from Sam and he watched as Dean slid back to the passenger's side and buckled himself in, but the young man's flush and racing heart were unmistakable.

He couldn't help staring at the smug young man who was entirely too pleased with himself. Sam shoved the car into park, released his seat belt and slid closer to Dean, putting his hand on the bulge under Dean's pants.

"You backwashed me all the way down to my dick," Sam said breathlessly, rubbing Dean's cock through his jeans. "Let me return the favor."

Plastering his mouth over Dean's, he thrust his tongue deep inside the man's mouth and squeezed and stroked Dean's hardening member through his jeans, moaning with desire.

Somehow Dean wasn’t all that surprised when Sam put the car into park rather than continued driving, however his heart rate still kicked up and he gasped softly when the other man slid over and put his hand on his dick. He was torn between moaning and laughing at Sam’s words. A part of him wanting to point out to the other man that didn’t make any kind of sense, but since Sam was probably thinking more with his downstairs brain at the moment than his upstairs he supposed it didn’t really matter. Especially since Dean was quickly approaching the same state.

Moaning into the vampire’s mouth when Sam kissed him and eagerly parting his lips for his exploring tongue. His hips bucked up into Sam’s hand, as while one of his hands snaked around Sam’s neck to try to pull the other man even closer, his fingers tangling in Sam’s soft hair. His other hand slid up Sam’s thigh slowly, moving up, bypassing his groin to slip underneath the other man’s shirt to caress the vampire’s chest and stomach in broad sweeps up and down. Occasionally playing with one nipple and then the other.

Dean couldn’t help but wonder where this was going. They were pretty much well into second base at this point. Third? More? No, neither of them were ready for that. As Dean’s hand slid down to rest at the button of Sam’s jeans, hesitating, he wasn’t sure what he was ready for.

The moans Dean answered with made Sam thirst that much more for Dean's taste. Their tongues twined together and Sam explored Dean's mouth thoroughly. As he stroked Dean's member he felt Dean bucking up against the pressure and that just made Sam hotter. Dean's hand running through his hair was reassuring and loving. Dean's touch on his chest was electrifying and whenever Dean's fingers went to his nipples, the volume of Sam's moans increased. He felt Dean's hand drift down to his waistband and felt his hesitation. Images of the possibilities flashed in his mind. And that's when it hit him.

Laughter bubbled out of Sam and he had to break their kiss because of it. He was definitely panting hard and his laughter practically came out in gasps. He took Dean's hesitating hand and brought it to his lips.

"I'm sorry," he laughed and kissed Dean's hand, running the hand that had been caressing Dean's groin up to Dean's side, stroking there instead. "You just make me crazy. After what we've been through, the last thing on my mind ought to be sex, but you are so delicious and so damned beautiful." He kissed Dean's hand again. "I don't know about you, but the idea of driving for an hour or so with come drying in my jeans, my knees bruised from banging against the dashboard and trying to make out in a car designed for people a foot shorter than either of us…unless you want a quick romp in the grass, we probably ought to stop right now." An evil glint came into his eyes. "Of course, if you want me to help you out with that," and he rubbed Dean's erection through his jeans, "I could. I could probably give you a hand job or blow job without us killing each other in this mini-monstrosity."

Leaning in he kissed Dean again then whispered in his ear. "Or I can get back behind the wheel and drive really really fast to the closet fucking motel I can find. You said I had a chance at third base if I got you a nice hotel room with a shower, right? Name your desire, Prince Charming. It's yours for the asking."

Dean couldn’t help but be surprised when Sam started laughing all of a sudden and knew he was looking at the other man as though Sam had lost his marbles when the other man took his hand and kissed it. At the same time he couldn’t help but smirk slightly, pleased with himself despite Sam’s giggle fit when the other man called him beautiful and delicious, of all things.

Yeah, maybe Sam had a point. Maybe neither of them should be thinking about stuff like this after what they’d been through and the fact that they were… Dean wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Certainly if anyone else laid a hand on him right now it would probably either send him into a panic attack or straight into defense mode and he’d break the person’s hand, arm, and maybe a few other bones without much thought. But with Sam… he wasn’t afraid. Either because they had gone through it together, had supported each other through it, or because of that whole blood mate thing, Dean didn’t know. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know, it was easier to just accept it and the… comfort… it brought him. Hopefully brought them both.

When Sam finally clued him into what had made the vampire laugh Dean couldn’t help but laugh as well. No, making out in this fucking cramped car was probably not a smart idea no matter what his dick was saying, and the grass wasn’t sounding too enticing either. However when Sam mentioned the motel and shower again, Dean couldn’t help but grin, turning his head to brush his lips against the other man’s one last time before he sat back.

“Drive. Fast.”

Sam grinned ear to ear at Dean's response. Hell, he even cranked the radio up two more notches for Dean. Throwing the car into reverse, he got it out of the bushes and headed back down the road. He pushed the car as hard as he dared for the roads they were on, which really was a whole lot harder than most would risk. Sam kept the speed within reasonable limits when they hit paved roads, and used his sharp eyes to watch for police. Any curves or other places a cop might sit, he slowed the car down, just in case. Even with Sam's enthusiastic driving, it took almost forty five minutes before they reached town.

The town was a little larger than Sam expected. There was a small mall of sorts centered around a Lowe's and a super Walmart. He made a quick right into a Chase bank. "I don't want to risk using any of these stolen credit cards." He handed Dean all the money left, almost forty dollars, and pointed at the gas station a block up the road. "Get the tank filled up while I get some cash. If we need to bail for some reason, I don't want to be worrying about gas."

By the time he got back out of the bank, Dean was already waiting in the parking lot. Sam slid into the passenger's seat and waved Dean toward the Motel 8 up the road. He got them the best room they had available.

Getting back into the car in the motel parking lot, he handed Dean a card key. "Honeymoon suite with Jacuzzi," Sam grinned as he pointed Dean toward the door they would want to go in. "It was the only room they had with a Jacuzzi, and I don't know about you, but soaking in a Jacuzzi sounds pretty damned attractive."

The way Sam drove it was probably a miracle that they didn’t get pulled over. Cops in these backwater middle of nowhere areas just loved pulling over anyone that wasn’t from their little hick home town. Getting their kicks searching the car, patting them down (groping was more like it in some places) and reading them the riot act.

He and his dad had certainly met their share of those kinds of asshole sheriffs that’s for sure, and while getting pulled over and the car searched with a hidden arsenal in the trunk was bad enough, if he and Sam got pulled over in this thing it could be so much worse. Considering it was stolen and its owner having been kidnapped by vampires, maybe their corpse already turned up drained of blood… yeah that would be fun to explain.

Still, considering all that, he couldn’t bring himself to tell Sam to take it easy on the gas pedal, and couldn’t help being caught between amused and really turned on by the other man’s enthusiasm. They hit town even sooner than Dean had been expecting and a flutter of butterflies started in Dean’s stomach, excitement and yeah even a bit of nervousness creeping into him in spite of himself. Though to be honest he was more worried about what he would do rather than what Sam would do to him. He was nervous about his own possible reactions. He didn’t want to fuck this up…

Taking the car to get gas while Sam went to the bank rather than heading straight for the nearest motel gave him time to settle down a bit. If they couldn’t get to third base, there was nothing wrong with second, or even sticking to first for a little bit.

Though when Sam came out of the motel’s office announcing that he’d gotten them the honeymoon suite Dean couldn’t help but laugh as he drove them in the direction of their room.

“Alright, but if you try to carry me over the fucking threshold I am so going to kick your ass.” Dean said as he parked them in front of their “suite” and got out of their car. First thing was first though. “Mind if I call Bobby, first?”

Dean knew he wasn’t going to be able to relax completely until he got in touch with his friend and found out one way or another for sure if Bobby was all right and let the older hunter know he was ok as well.

The image of him carrying Dean over the threshold made Sam break into fits of laughter. And made him really want to try it. If they didn't have all their shit to bring in, he would have. Course they would surely go out for some food in a few hours and when they came back, Dean might be tired enough Sam could get away with it. Yes, he was definitely going to have to try. Beside, a good wrestling match could turn in to an awful lot of fun. Dean was healed up enough Sam wasn't going to have to treat him with kid gloves. The young man wasn't by any means at a hundred percent, but then, neither was Sam. He would deny that if any one had the balls to accuse him of that, but the deer was the first thing he had eaten since their escape. Well, that and what Dean offered him and he had been careful not to take too much because he didn't want to slow down Dean's healing either. The deer would normally hold him for quite a while, but with his body still healing, he would do well to try to eat again soon.

"I paid the desk an extra fifty to let us make calls since I paid in cash. I knew you'd want to call Bobby, and I need to check on Jake too. You call Bobby first. He'll probably know if Jake…how Jake's doing."

He wasn't going to voice his fear that Jake was dead. If Jake was dead, well, Bobby probably was too. If that was the case, it was going to be a long unhappy night and they would need tequila. A lot of it.

After they parked, Sam handed Dean a couple of the lighter bags that had food and clothing, and he took the heavier ones with the drinks and beer and weapons. He had asked the desk to send someone up with shaving kits and toothbrushes and such and that they would have some clothes needing washed and asked if the hotel could do that for them. For a fee, Sam could have whatever he wanted so he laid out some extra cash and told them to let him know if more was needed. He went ahead and paid them for all the alcohol in the room and any food in the fridge, pretty certain Dean would be raiding all of the above. The suite even had a microwave, which he was certain Dean would be more than a little happy about.

Sam paused a moment as he got the things out of the trunk. "Mind if I call Bobby first?" Dean had said. Sam liked the implication of what might be second on Dean's list of things to do. Liked it real well.

Dean took the bags that Sam handed him with a nod and headed to their room, using the key card to let himself inside. He was a little bit surprised how nice the room actually was. When Sam had said “honeymoon suite” he’d gotten an instant mental picture of pink and red heart decorations everywhere and a gaudy mirror on the ceiling. There was none of that though, thankfully. In fact, the room actually decorated quite tastefully, better than most of the dumps he stayed in that was for sure, even if it was all pastels. The room was bigger than most he’d stayed in too, the gigantic king sized bed of course the center of the room’s focus but there was also little mini bar with a microwave and fridge, and through the other door he could see a rather large bathroom with the promised Jacuzzi.

Nice.

The young hunter dumped his bags on the table by the window and went over to the phone on the end table by the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Dean took a deep calming breath before he reached for the handset and dialed Bobby’s number. He did his best to control his heart rate from going out of control, knowing that Sam would be able to hear it as he waited for the call to connect and finally it started to ring.

Please pick up, Bobby… Dean prayed silently.

Bobby only caught a slight movement out of the corner of his eye before the pain exploded in the back of his skull. A few hours later the old man, Jacob, was gently shaking him awake. He helped Bobby into a chair at the kitchen table where the remains of breakfast, long since cooled, still sat.

"They took them both," Jacob said as he handed Bobby an icepack for his head. "The vampires didn't take us, so it's vengeance they're after."

"Just what the hell is going on?" Bobby demanded, then winced at his own loud voice. The last thing he remembered was that Dean had headed out to the car. Bobby was trying to find out more about how soon Dean was going to need fucking vampire blood to stay alive and Jacob basically told Bobby to fuck off. Dean could call Sam once Dean had calmed down and find out all about it. Jacob had stomped off to another part of the house refusing to answer any of Bobby's questions at that point. Bobby had taken a long drink of the cooling coffee and hadn't much more than set it down, ready to join Dean out front when he was knocked unconscious. His first thought as he was passing out was that it was that son of a bitch Cristo.

As Jacob nuked some coffee for both of them Bobby saw the man had a wicked bruise along his right temple. Jacob didn't say anything until he pulled out the two mugs of coffee and settled across from Bobby.

"Sam and I didn't really have a lot of a chance to talk about what happened, how much of the nest he destroyed before he rescued Dean, nothing," Jacob began. "He was too busy taking care of your boy most of the time. My best guess is that the nest Sam rescued Dean from came after them. I imagine Sam took out a handful of them but apparently not all of them, probably to save your boy. I would also guess a few other things. One, they expect Dean to have turned. Two, they know exactly who Sam is. Honestly, they were surely after Sammy. Dean was just a bonus."

"I know Cristo's got quite the reputation as a vampire hunter. All his family seems to specialize it vampires," Bobby said. He had one more reason to be pissed at the son of a bitch. Forget the fact he saved Dean. Cristo had screwed Dean, had taken advantage of Dean, had made Dean into some half-breed vampire. And now it was his fault Dean was back in the hands of vampires. A part of Bobby knew the accusations he held for Sam weren't fair but he was still pissed and his head was pounding ferociously. "Wouldn't they be surprised as hell to find Dean still around if he had turned?" Bobby asked.

Jacob took a long draw of his coffee before he decided he should tell Bobby the truth. Bobby was surely going after Dean. He would surely assume they would turn Sam and that Sam would need to be killed. Giving a heavy sigh, he didn't see any way around spilling the truth, even though Sam would be pissed as hell at him for doing do. He hoped he had a chance to see the anger in Sam's eyes, but he was truly afraid he wouldn't. "Bobby, Sam is a vampire. He doesn't live off humans, and he hunts those who do."

Bobby's coffee mug was halfway to his mouth when Jacob dropped the bomb. He set the coffee cup back on the table, staring dumbfounded at the man before him. "What?!" Bobby finally managed to sputter.

Jacob shrugged. "There are two types of vampire cultures. Those who feed on humans and those who feed on animals. The latter ones are "vegetarians," like Sam. Sam saved me from a nest when I was just a teen. I didn't turn. But you already know that tale. He killed a few humans for food when he first turned, when he was first learning to control his bloodlust but that was over a century ago. His sire was a vampire who was also a hunter of vampires and taught him the trade, taught him to be vegetarian. Other vampires, traditional vampires, consider vegetarians abominations." Jacob waved his hand. "Well, that doesn't matter. These vampires came after Sam with the intent of making him pay, probably for what he did to their nest and for the other vampires Sam has killed through the years. They can keep him alive for centuries if they want. But what's worse, Bobby, is that Sammy loves your boy. Desperately loves your boy. It's not going to take them long to figure that out. He'll do anything to protect your Dean. He'll do whatever they want him to do, if it means they won't hurt Dean. That means they'll keep Dean alive as leverage against Sam. It means we've got time to find them. So while it's bad, it's also kind of good I guess."

"He's a vampire," Bobby said, still trying to wrap his brain around the fact a hunter was a vampire. That there were vampires who didn't kill for blood. That a male vampire was in love with Dean. That a vampire had…saved…Dean from turning. More or less.

Jacob laughed softly. "Yes. Sam's a vampire. But he's still one of the good guys. Like I told you before, Sam's one of the kindest, generous, caring men I've ever had the honor of knowing. I know you may not believe me, but he would never have taken advantage of Dean. He would cut his own right arm off first."

"He's a vampire," Bobby said again. He eyed Jacob. "You're not one."

"No. Yes. Hell, I don't know. I always thought I just had some left over attributes from almost turning. I always figured I had some sort of vampire antibodies in me but I never figured I was…I guess I'm a vampire of vampires. I don't have the demon in me like other vampires."

"Vampires aren't demons," Bobby said. "Devil's traps, holy water, none of that works on them."

Jacob shrugged. "The vampire virus protects it from being exorcised and from any of those things working. Sam would have to explain it. I'm no hunter and I really don't know much about those things."

Bobby pushed himself to his feet wearily. If not for the fear for Dean he would gladly fall right back onto the floor and sleep. For days. "They've already got a head start on me. I need to get moving if I'm going to catch up to them and kill those bastards."

"I'll pack us some food for the road."

"You're not coming," Bobby said firmly. "You said it yourself. You're no hunter."

"I'm stronger than you are, I'm faster than you are, I have vampire hearing, I know their scent. I'm good with a machete, and Sam is my friend. He saved my life. Twice. Only way you're going to stop me is to kill me."

Bobby snorted at Jacob's initial words, stronger and faster…he found that hard to believe, though the man was certainly muscular even for his seventy some years of age or so. And the latter attributes…okay, the older man could have his uses he supposed. "All right. Get your shit and I don't want to hear any whining from you. And when we catch up with them, you follow my orders without question."

"Fair enough," Jacob said. "Since odds are we're going to be on the road for a while, go get yourself a quick shower. I got a couple phone calls I have to make, get someone to take care of my animals and look after the place, pack a bag and food. Aspirin is in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom."

"I don't have time for niceties…"

"I have a vampire's sense of smell and you god-damned stink. You can take five minutes and wash yourself off. I'm not asking you to bask under the spray of water until you prune up. Take the five minutes."

Bobby glared at the old man but reluctantly gave a sharp nod of his head, which he instantly regretted.

*****************************

It had taken Bobby a day and a half to track down which direction the nest was travelling in, and he and Jacob backtracked more than a couple of times as they painstakingly confirmed the trail they were following. That, coupled with missing people along the way gave Bobby confidence they were definitely on track, even if a few days behind.

And then the trail went cold. Bobby knew that meant the nest had settled somewhere. Of course Bobby and Jacob were far enough behind, they had settled in somewhere within a day of taking Dean and Sam. Jacob's reassurances that the nest wouldn't kill Dean or Sam helped a little. For as tense and stressed out as Bobby was, he had to admit he was enjoying Jacob's quick wit and blunt ways. It wasn't long before the two were sharing stories about each of their captured comrades. Bobby learned more about vampires in those few days than he had learned in all his years of hunting.

It was the middle of the day and Bobby and Jacob were on another sweep, hunting in the next 'grid' that Bobby had decided was a possible location for the nest. He was pretty certain they was in the general vicinity, but he knew he could be off the mark by as much as fifty or sixty miles and that was a hell of a large area to search. He had four other hunters on their way and two additional were also running search patterns.

His cell phone rang with a short jazz ditty and Bobby swiped it from his pocket. He pulled over as he opened the phone since someone had sent him a text message. Text messages frankly irritated him. His fat fingers and the small keyboard made texting and driving less than easy and if he needed to respond, he sure as hell wasn't going to wreck his car because some young hunter couldn't be bothered to actually talk to him.

It was a short text message. "5052". The four digit code made his heart both almost explode with relief while also almost freezing with fear. "505" was the numerical S-0-S he and the Winchesters used and "2" meant it was Dean.

"Dean's alive," Bobby breathed out. He looked over at the shotgun position where Jacob sat, eyes wide. "It's from Dean, he's alive. He can't talk, I can't call him back, but by God, he's still alive. With any luck we can track the GPS in the cell phone and he knows it."

Bobby reviewed the number, then called Pastor Jim Murphy. Jim would have been the second person Dean might have tried to contact if he had to. Dean hadn't kept in contact with Jim since his father's death, not really, but Dean would turn to him for help if he needed it. Bobby had Jim coordinating the search and being the home base so Bobby could be out searching rather than sitting on a computer and fielding calls from other hunters. He called Jim and gave him the news and number. Jim called back a half hour later with the general location, one about forty five minutes away from Bobby, about an hour for the other two hunters already searching, and three of the other hunters could meet up with Bobby in about two hours or less. The last hunter was still a day out. The location of the cell phone wasn't exact and it was going to still take the hunters some searching to find the nest, but the search had just narrowed significantly. By evening, he vowed John Winchester's boy would be safe.

Sometimes promises can't be kept.

It was Jacob that spotted it, the writhing column of black smoke. By the time they reached it, it was was nothing but frame and flame. Bobby waved off the other hunters and told the cops they had seen the fire and stopped to see if they could help. Although the smells were well masked by the fire, Jacob tentatively confirmed he recognized a couple of very faint scents.

Two of the other hunters talked with the police about any bodies the next day while Bobby and Jacob tried to pick up the nest's trail again, but with a lot less hope of finding their friends alive. The fire was meant to cover up bodies and Bobby feared Dean's was among those even with Jacob's assurances the nest would take Dean and Sam with them. The vampires probably realized Dean had gotten the call out and picked up and moved. Bobby hoped Jacob was right. Most of the bodies found in the barn were too badly burned for positive identification. Bobby wouldn't rest until he knew for certain if Dean were dead or alive.

It was the sixth day since the burning of the barn. The nest had gone deep and there were no missing people, no hints at all of where they were dug in. Bobby refused to admit he had lost their trail but he had. The other hunters he called in went their own ways, promising to watch for signs of the nest and tapping in to whatever information net each one had.

The sun was trying to poke it's way through the curtains and the only reason Bobby was even up was because he had to piss like a son of a bitch. He and Jacob had tied one on the night before. Seriously tied one on. Jacob was still snoring in his bed. They were going to stay in for the day and Bobby was going to get on the computer and see if he could pull up anything.

Bobby was just getting ready to sink back into sleep when his phone rang. He flipped it open.

"Yeah, Singer," he said gruffly.

The other line was picked up on the third ring and when he heard the familiar gruff, if tired, voice over the phone Dean was suddenly glad he was already sitting down. Bobby was alive. He sounded exhausted as hell, but he was alive.

Oh, thank god. Thank you god.

“Bobby, it’s me.” Dean said and he wasn’t at all surprised how his voice broke a little over his words. But at least the burning behind his eyes were not tears of grief or pain this time. He didn’t know what he would have done if Bobby didn’t answer. If Bobby was hurt, or dead… Losing his father had been terrible enough. He still felt it like he was missing a limb after all these years. The guilt still ate at him every fucking day. But if Bobby had died too, trying to help him, to save him, just like his father…

“It’s good to hear your voice, old man.” The younger man said in a lighter tone, looking up when Sam came in with some bags and he smiled at the vampire in obvious joy and relief.

“Are you all right, Bobby?” Dean asked, then knowing that Sam had to be just as eager to know if his friend was all right he added. “Is Jacob all right?”

“Bobby it’s me.”

Those words rang through the years.

“Bobby it’s me. Daddy’s late getting back. He said he’d only be gone last night and he hasn’t come back. He said to call you if he wasn’t back by the time I got home from school today,” the six year old said, fear coloring the young voice.

“Bobby it’s me. I went on my first ghost hunt with Dad! It was awesome!” the excited nine year old bubbled.

“Bobby it’s me. I took out my first werewolf!” the sixteen year old reported, well pleased with himself.

Bobby it’s me…Dad…he…Dad…” the broken voice of the nineteen year said, trying to tell Bobby that John Winchester was dead…

"Bobby's it's me. I found that vampire nest…"

Bobby was stunned. Was he dreaming? He had had this dream, that Dean called, or showed up on the doorstep. Happy reunion and all that crap only to have it twist into a terrible nightmare of Dean being a vampire and Bobby having to kill him, or the vampires showing up and killing Dean or…well, Dean dying in a terrible and grisly way that Bobby couldn’t stop.

Bobby worked his mouth but nothing wanted to come out. He sat back up, jaw slack, just holding the phone to his ear, hearing Dean's words.

"Am I all right?" Bobby finally got out. "Am I all right?!" he asked, his voice raising in volume, fear, hysteria, happiness, and fury all warring for their rightful place. "Where the hell are you? Are you okay? When Jacob and I got to the barn and you weren't there…how did you get away? You got away, you are immune to becoming one of them aren't you? Tell me you're okay, Son."

The line was silent for so long Dean began to get a little worried.

“Bobby?” He asked softly, almost cautiously, and then the older hunter finally spoke and Dean didn’t really know what to feel. A part of him amused by the fact that the older man sounded angry at him for asking Bobby if he were all right. A bigger part choked up by the other man’s obvious concern for him and the emotion he could hear in his friend’s voice.

“Yeah, Bobby. I’m ok.” Dean managed, trying to keep his voice as steady as he could and not fall to pieces over something as little as Bobby calling him “son”. Not to mention all the other emotional baggage that came with the older hunter mentioning the barn…

“I’m ok, now.” He repeated. “Sam and I got out of there not long after I got the message off to you, it was…”

Dean closed his eyes briefly at the memory of Sam practically whipping him to death all the while shouting horrible things at him. What a whore, slut, worthless piece of trash he was…

“It was pretty bad, Bobby. We’ve been holed up kinda in the middle of nowhere, there wasn’t any way for us to get to a phone to call you, and neither of us was in any kind of shape to travel till now.” Dean really hoped the older man wouldn’t ask him for any more details about what happened with the vampires, at least not now. He paused as he realized he didn’t know how to answer Bobby’s question of where the hell they were. “To be honest, Bobby, I’m not sure where the fuck we are right now.”

Sam listened and watched Dean as he spoke with his hunter friend. He heard Dean's heart racing, heard Dean's breath catch, heard the older hunter's every word on the other end of the line. He and Jacob were at the barn….Jake was okay. He felt probably the same relief Dean felt at knowing Bobby was alive.

His face darkened momentarily when he heard the man's tone in reference to vampires. Not all vampires were evil sons of bitches. Yeah, he was looking forward to if and when Dean broke the news to Bobby that Sam was a vampire. That was going to be fun. Perhaps he ought to invest in a good thick leather collar…at that point his mind drifted away from protecting his neck and the thought of leather and Dean…

The sound of Dean's voice practically cracking snapped his attention back to the young man. Dean was close to losing it and he knew it. He could hear it, smell it, taste it. After setting his bags down, Sam went over to sit beside the man he loved. He wrapped an arm around the young man's waist and rested his chin on Dean's shoulder. He suspected he knew what was in Dean's mind about the barn. Being raped. Being tortured. Being…whipped.

That they weren't in any shape to travel was something of a lie. Physically Sam could have driven Dean into town. Mentally…no, he wasn't ready to face people. Even now, if the younger hunter were not with him, he would likely still be out in BFE, licking his wounds and trying to get a hold of himself.

He laughed softly when Dean admitted he didn’t know where they were.

"We're in Colorado. Jasper," he whispered in Dean's ear, then followed up with blowing in that same ear.

Dean couldn’t help the small smile that played across his lips when Sam came over to him and sat next to him on the bed. When the other man’s arm slipped around him he felt himself beginning to relax immediately, just now realizing how tense he’d actually become. He was grateful, so damned grateful, for Sam’s support right now. Though at the same time he felt a little bit embarrassed at needing it in the first place, for being so obvious in his distress that Sam had known.

But he pushed those feelings aside. Leaning a little into the other man’s warmth and letting Sam’s presence help push the horrible memories back down, buried where they belonged. Sam’s soft laugh in his ear made his heart flutter a little, not to mention how the other man’s whisper was practically a purr, and the way Sam blew in his ear…

Sam had better not fucking get him hard while he was talking on the phone with Bobby. That was just gross.

“Sam says we’re in Jasper, Colorado.” Dean supplied, elbowing Sam lightly in the stomach for teasing him.

Sam felt Dean lean into him and that only made him happier, more comfortable. Maybe they could have the "now" for a little longer. He was all for that. Definitely all for that. He knew Dean needed him right now but he wasn't sure the young man knew how much Sam needed him too. Every little sound he heard outside practically made him jump. Dean's presence soothed his raw nerves in a way he couldn't explain. Maybe knowing Dean was a hunter and could defend himself, that Sam didn't have to keep an eye on him helped. He would of course, but he knew he didn't have to. He knew too that Dean would as readily protect him as he would protect Dean. Maybe Dean and he ought to clarify that. He got to protect Dean against other vampires. Dean got to protect him against other hunters. They could fight over anything in between.

Ignoring the light jab to his stomach, he wrapped his other arm around Dean and pulled him closer, blowing in his ear again as he debated if he should start nuzzling Dean's neck.

"Let me see where that is," Bobby said and Sam could hear him moving around. In the background he thought he heard a snore and it sounded suspiciously like Jacob's. That pleased Sam if it was. That Jacob would come after him, willing to face down vampires, or at least be close by for Sam warmed his heart. At the same time he felt just a little guilty he hadn't been in touch with Jake these past few years, but Jake had been right. Sam didn't really want to watch him get old and die.

"You are out in the middle on nowhere," Bobby muttered. "I'm a good eight hours from you, maybe nine, but I'll be there as soon as I can." He paused then asked, "Sam's okay, isn't he? Jake will want to know when I wake him up and tell him you called."

Dean had to fight the grin that tried to break out across his face the way Sam wrapped around him. The other man ignoring the warning look Dean cast towards him completely as Sam blew in his ear again and the young man closed his eyes and bit his lip as a warm flush rippled through his body.

Sam was holding him loosely enough that Dean could have easily pulled away if he wanted to, but he didn’t. Instead he let Sam pull him closer though he wasn’t insane enough to do anything that might actually encourage him to do more. Because he knew Sam would and Bobby would pick up on the change in his voice or, god forbid, he actually moaned over the phone.

Considering the reaction Bobby had before when he thought that Sam had been taking advantage of him, he really didn’t want to tempt fate. And he really wasn’t interested in trying to explain to the older hunter just how, or why, things had changed between him and Sam, considering the last time Bobby had seen either of them Dean had been ready to walk out of the vampire’s life forever.

Dean managed a small laugh when Bobby confirmed he was definitely out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

“Yeah, Sam is ok. We’re staying at the Motel 8. Can’t miss it really. Thanks Bobby.” Dean said, relaxing a little more now that the conversation was drawing to a close and there was little chance of Bobby grilling him on details of what happened while they were captured by the vampires. At least over the phone… There was one more important thing he needed to ask of course before he hung up with the older man.

“How’s my baby?” Of course he meant the Impala.

So it was definitely Jake in the background. Sam and Dean had been missing…eleven days? Something like that. If Jake had been with Bobby that whole time…Sam wanted to groan. Jake liked to talk and he was quite certain Bobby knew every stupid thing the vampire had ever done. Moreover the old hunter hadn't asked if Sam had turned, a very logical question and concern. Jake had told Bobby and the hunter knew Sam was a vampire, sure as shit. That did solve one dilemma and Jake had had plenty of time to convince Bobby that Sam was 'harmless.' Whether or not Bobby accepted that was another thing. Best he keep Dean between him and Bobby when the two old timers arrived. At least until he knew how Bobby felt about it and the big hickie he left on Dean's neck, the obvious vampiric bite that a hunter would surely recognize…that was going to go over smashing.

He felt Dean relax more and he tried to do the same. Maybe it was a good thing that Bobby already knew and that Jake had lots of time to talk with him, even if it meant Bobby probably knew more about him now than just about anyone outside of Jacob.

Baby? Sam straightened then realized who, or rather what, Dean meant. He had to bury a laugh in Dean's neck.

"Your baby is fine," Bobby assured Dean. "It's sitting at Jake's in his garage. You need anything? I can wire you some money before we leave town. Otherwise, I'm going to get off the phone and on the road as soon as possible. I just want to know…I need to see for myself, that you're really okay…"

Hearing that Dean's precious car was intact, he wanted to encourage Dean to get off the phone. To that end he ran his tongue lightly up Dean's neck to the base of his ear. He knew if he began sucking on the young man's neck it was likely to draw a groan out of Dean and that would embarrass the hell out of the man, still talking to his old friend and all. It was tempting, but he already had too many questions regarding where he stood with Bobby. Besides, he didn't want to piss Dean off so he merely blew in Dean's ear again.

Dean arched an eyebrow slightly when Sam, who had been practically nuzzling against him, straightened suddenly and then began laughing against his neck. He couldn’t help but grin as well when he realized why. Had Sam actually been jealous for a moment because he’d called his car baby? That was fucking priceless…

Hearing Bobby confirm that the impala was just fine, Dean decided any further discussions could probably wait till the older hunter actually got here.

“Sam got us some cash when we got here, so we’ll be all set till you get here.” Dean reassured, then he felt his eyes begin to burn and his throat tighten again with emotion at the older man’s last words. The tongue running up his neck and Sam blowing into his ear again was an almost welcome distraction. Almost. He elbowed Sam again lightly in warning that he better not escalate.

“See you soon, Bobby.” The young man managed and hung up the phone. Then he turned to the incorrigible vampire with a mild glare.

“I said, let me call Bobby first. Impatient much?” Dean’s “scolding” was mild at best however, and he didn’t wait for Sam to respond before he leaned in to kiss him.

Sam took the light elbowing with a grin. He knew very well that was a gentle warning but decided to behave himself anyhow. He was quite pleased when the young man ended the conversation and hung up the phone. When the hunter turned to face him, his eyes were filled with mischief in response to the glare. He was about ready to reply when Dean was suddenly kissing him. Opening his mouth he let Dean's tongue in gladly as he pulled Dean closer.

Dean's tongue twined with his and this time when Dean's tongue ran over his gums where his fangs were sheathed, putting pressure there, Sam moaned and arched. That felt so fucking good. Part of the joy in biting someone was the pressure that bite placed on a vampire's teeth. Dean probing along his gums generated some of those same feelings of force. Sam felt almost like he was melting while his dick was doing anything but. It was obvious Dean recognized he had found a sweet spot as it were and exploited that new discovery.

Sam wasn't sure if he leaned back pulling Dean with him, or if Dean pushed him back and followed him down. He was too busy feeling the arousal that on again off again pressure against his teeth was generating in him. Running his hands under Dean's shirt, his fingers began to caress the muscles he felt there. Momentarily he started to massage Dean's back but he couldn't concentrate beyond Dean's mouth on his, the tongue fucking Dean was giving him and the heat of Dean's body pressing against him. His cock was definitely getting harder with every touch of the young man's hands on his body. He knew he was at the hunter's mercy and suddenly felt so vulnerable and exposed but at the same time felt so safe in Dean's arms. He hadn't had anyone do what Dean was doing to him in such a long time. Not since Jessica. The way the vampires had used him, none of them had done this to him. This was too intimate and if any had tried they would have probably ended up facing a mouth full of fangs. As it was he couldn't stop his fangs from partially baring themselves to Dean's tongue, seeking more pressure, more pleasure. It was almost as good as if Dean were sucking on his neck…

Dean eagerly accepted the invitation when Sam opened his mouth, letting Dean’s exploring tongue inside. He enjoyed sliding his tongue together with Sam’s and running it over the roof of his mouth and gums. However it was Sam’s reaction when he ran his tongue over where he knew the vampire’s fangs were sheathed that really intrigued Dean, so he did it again. Slower. Drawing it out. And he could barely stop himself from grinning silly when Sam practically melted in his arms.

As if sharing the exact same thought at the exact same time they laid down on the bed together, Dean pushing himself over the other man, laying practically on top of Sam. He moaned softly into the vampire’s mouth as Sam’s hands slipped under his shirt, running along his back, and Dean let his own hand slide up the other man’s side to slide under Sam’s shirt as well. Running his fingers up the other man’s stomach and chest, circling one of Sam’s nipples when he found it as he caressed over the vampire’s fangs just a little bit more firmly with his tongue.

He felt it when they descended slightly but it didn’t alarm him at all. In fact it excited him. He could feel how hard Sam was, digging into his thigh, and Dean shifted his hips and began to thrust gently. Rubbing his own hardening flesh against Sam’s hip as he ran the tip of his tongue carefully over the sharp points of Sam’s fangs.

Reluctantly Dean broke their kiss, panting hard as he looked down at Sam with a mixture of longing and affection.

“It’s ok, you can bring them down.” Dean reassured, and hoped beyond hope he was telling the truth. That seeing Sam with his fangs fully exposed wouldn’t freak him the hell out.

He touched Sam’s face gently with his fingertips, letting his thumb caress over the other man’s lower lip before he gently pushed it into Sam’s mouth. Dean ran it carefully over the long exposed fangs almost in awe before he applied just a bit more pressure to one. The sharp point easily piercing his skin and drawing forth a bead of blood for Sam.

“You like that?” Dean asked, almost cautiously. It wasn’t as though he knew all the ins and outs of making out with a vampire.

Sam's eyes practically rolled back in head when Dean began his slow thrusts and he felt Dean's own erection through their clothes while Dean's tongue brushed his tongue along Sam 's teeth. It felt like a teasing whisper, a taunting slight pressure that had Sam thrusting in response to everything Dean was doing to him. The touch against his fangs, the rub against his hardened cock, the fingers tightening his nipples. He groaned with desire and need.

When Dean broke their kiss, stopped touching his fangs, Sam opened his eyes, finding himself staring into the green eyes of his lover. The affection he saw in Dean's face made his breath catch and made him dig his fingers into the young man's back.

"Don't stop, please," Sam moaned, his eyes begging, wanting to drown in everything Dean, wanting Dean to wash away the memories of what he had done in that barn and what had been done to him.

The calm voice of the hunter telling him it was okay to bare his fangs surprised him. While his human lovers who knew him for what he was loved to be bitten and sucked on, neither Jessica nor even Elizabeth had been particularly comfortable seeing Sam with his fangs fully exposed. It had never bothered Jacob, but that wasn't like he was showing them while they were making love. He wanted to unsheathe his fangs, it felt so good to expose them but still he hesitated. Dean had seen him eat, had let him feed, but this was different. Dean was staring at him. He let them drop slowly, fearful of seeing Dean's reaction. For a moment he had never hated being a vampire more, especially if it chased away the man before him, the man he wanted to give his body and soul to.

The tender touch to his face was so loving and gentle and not what he anticipated. Sam parted his lips when the young man's thumb brushed across them and the awe he saw in Dean's face confused him. How could anyone look so wondrous at seeing his fangs? Then Dean touched them and Sam's eyes half closed at the erotic feelings it stirred deep inside him. His eyes snapped open with concern when he felt the extra pressure, felt the fang pierce flesh and smelled the hint of blood. The look on Dean's face told him it had been intentional and he immediately relaxed again. Not answering Dean, instead he ran the tip of his tongue over the small drop of crimson, the salt, the copper, the heavenly taste all bringing a smile to his lips. He slowly wrapped his lips around that thumb and sucked, knowing Dean felt the sharp points of his teeth practically ringing his digit but without enough pressure to do any damage. He ran his tongue over and around the thumb he had captured, treating it as if it were Dean's cock in his mouth. He arched against Dean with each long sucking draw on the small wound and dropped his hands from Dean's back lower, squeezing the man's ass with his palms and digging through the cloth with his fingers as he purred deep in his throat.

Dean’s breath hitched when Sam’s lips curled around his thumb and the vampire began sucking on it, the pressure and the vibrations from Sam’s purring seeming to go straight to his cock. It was no small wonder that after everything he had been through with those damned vampires that the feeling of Sam’s teeth against his skin thrilled him, excited him, hell even turned him on, more than he ever thought possible.

Maybe it was because Dean was so fully aware of how dangerous those teeth could be, how dangerous Sam could be, but instead he felt utterly safe in the vampire’s arms. Those teeth would never pierce his skin, never take from him what he didn’t offer. Just like Sam would never touch him, never push him for what he wasn’t ready for, and never take what he wasn’t willing to give.

“Oh, fuck… Sam…” Dean moaned low in his throat at the feeling of Sam’s hands on his ass, squeezing gently. He thrust back, rolling his hips a little to increase the pressure against his cock and Sam’s. Fuck, he was so hard he was aching. If this kept up much longer he was going to fucking blow his load in his jeans again like the night Sam had sucked on his neck.

With that thought in mind, Dean dropped down to lick a path up from the base of Sam’s throat up to the base of the other man’s ear. Letting his tongue play along the strong pounding pulse point. Feeling it beating so hard and fast beneath his tongue, beneath his hand that rested against Sam’s chest, another thrill. Knowing he was the cause. Licking the skin wet, Dean bit down hard over that spot. Sucking and nibbling on the vampire’s flesh. Fully intending on repaying Sam for the hickey from hell the vampire had given him last night.

Sam's hands tightened when Dean pushed back against them and the momentary loss of pressure against his hard member almost brought a whimper to his throat. He lifted up searching for that lost pressure when Dean rolled his hips and they came together. Sam's almost-whimper turned into a moan and he sucked harder, wishing he could pull more than the occasional teasing bare drops of blood from Dean's thumb.

The moist tongue that touched his throat made his purr practically stutter into a growl as that tongue trailed along his neck. His heart rate shot up and when Dean's tongue was at that tender spot of his carotid he moaned and tilted his head slightly. The sudden hard bite made him buck, made him gasp and release Dean's thumb. Dean sucking at his throat and the steady thrusting against him turned his purr further into a growl. He exposed his neck more.

"Jesus, Dean…" Sam gasped. "Fuck yeah."

His held fell backward even as his body arched. "Harder," he begged.

Fuck, the sounds that Sam made while Dean licked and sucked on his throat were so damned hot. Sounds that now human could possibly make. The rumbling purr, morphing into a growl that Dean could feel all the way down into Sam’s chest as close as they were pressed together. Not to mention he never knew what a fucking turn on someone sucking on his finger could possibly be.

When Sam finally released his digit from his mouth Dean didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed, but he was thoroughly distracted by the way Sam bucked up against him. The way he arched and tilted his head back further, giving him even more access to his throat.

Begging for more, harder…

Dean wasn’t sure if Sam meant the biting or the thrusting, so he did both. Grinding his hips down hard against Sam, so hard it bordered on uncomfortable, as he sank his teeth sharply into the soft vulnerable skin beneath his lips. Hard enough that when he drew back a little to lick wetly at the spot his teeth had left noticeable indents in Sam’s skin. Dean did it again, bit down, then released to suck hard on the bruised flesh, feeling Sam’s pulse pounding even harder beneath his lips.

When Dean ground harder against him it was almost painful but the shifting pressure on his heavy cock felt so damned good. His tip was leaking and he knew if he were naked, there would be a warm pool of precome on his stomach, slicking his and Dean's stomachs. That thought brought more groans and made him thrust up against Dean desperately.

And then Dean bit down hard on his neck. His purr disappeared as the growl of pleasure reverberated in his throat and chest. He practically clutched at Dean's ass as he bucked and arched. The wet tongue barely soothed the bite but he didn't want it soothed. Dean's name came out in soft purring growls as Dean worked determinedly at the intense hickey he knew was going to be there by the time the young man was through. A loud moan escaped Sam with Dean's second hard bite. The things this man could do to him, so quickly bringing him this hard and pulling such needy growls from him. The hard cock he felt pressing against his own only inflamed him more, knowing Dean was getting as hard doing this to him as Dean was making him hard. Painfully hard. Every part of him tingled and as Dean sucked at his throat he could feel the heat beginning to coil and his answering thrusts to the hard grinding against him grew more frenetic. The tongue licking tenderly over his well bruised throat softened his moans and growls until Dean bit down hard a third time. That sharp bite was all Sam needed.

"Dean!" Sam yelled as he felt his hot seed spew inside his jeans, thrusting and bucking against the young man as he came over and over, every dig of Dean's teeth into his throat pulling more out of him.

Fuck, this shouldn’t be as much of a turn on as it was. He hadn’t gotten off so badly on a little bit of dry humping since he was a teenager. But here he was, already leaking a mess inside of his underwear and jeans as he and Sam bucked and rubbed against each other frantically. Sam’s fingers digging into his ass making him moan as he bit and sucked harder on the other man’s throat.

While Dean had certainly enjoyed giving a light hickey here and there to his one night stands to show off to their friends (boyfriends) the next day, it had certainly never gotten him this hot before. But he couldn’t deny how hot biting almost brutally at the tender flesh of Sam’s throat made him feel. Another side effect of the vampire virus still floating around in his veins or just because Sam reacted so strongly to it, enjoyed it so much it made him enjoy it.

Dean honestly couldn’t care less the reasons right now, as Sam practically screamed his name as he bucked hard beneath him. Feeling the hot wetness of the other man’s release soaking through both their jeans making Dean come just as hard a second later. Moaning and clutching at Sam as he continued to bite and suck tenderly at the more than impressive bruise on Sam’s neck. Ever shiver of pleasure that rippled through his lover’s body making Dean moan and tremble as well.

Licking the vampire’s neck softly one last time, panting heavily, Dean finally pulled back just enough to look down into Sam’s flushed face. Sam looked… fucked out, and Dean couldn’t help but grin, pleased with himself. His eyes drifted down to Sam’s neck and he whistled softly.

“You might want to cover that up before you go out. Or everyone will really think you’re my bitch.” Dean teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

He felt it as readily as he smelled it, Dean's release inside his jeans just moments after he released, and they were both more than a bit soaked between them. Dean's moans and the way he continued to work at Sam's neck just made Sam that much more sensitized, wanting that much more to find something more inside him to make him shudder, to feel the pleasure filled spasms again and again. Dean's own trembles echoed his own. The hunter's hard biting degraded into loving nips and soothing strokes with his tongue, interspersed with tender sucking of Sam's flesh and both of them still groaned. If Dean kept it up Sam would end up hard again in nothing flat, it felt so fucking good.

Finally Dean stopped licking at that now wildly sensitized spot on his neck, the young man's breath coming as hard and fast as his own.

Smug. Dean looked damned smug. Flushed, sweating, deliciously handsome, but smug all the same.

"Your bitch, huh," Sam said, retracting his fangs. With a shove he rolled them over so Dean was pinned below him. He kissed Dean lightly even though he wanted to devour Dean's mouth. Most importantly he wanted to make sure he didn't freak Dean out before he went any further. Then again, they neither one had had a proper shower in almost two weeks. And that might be a nice and innocent way to get comfortable with being naked with each other again. Just washing each other off, maybe some kissing. He liked that idea a lot because frankly the thought of being so close to someone and being fully naked…kind of unnerved him.

He smiled down at Dean. "I've been gypped. That was only second base." He kissed Dean lightly again, wriggling his hips a little, mostly because his come-filled pants were beginning to get to him.

The vampire's voice was filled with trepidation as he spoke. "I want to take a shower, then maybe fill up that Jacuzzi….would you take the shower with me? Nothing has to happen. I just…I'd like you in there with me," he said, feeling the blush color his cheeks as much as the fear filled his eyes. Fuck, maybe he was the girl in this.

Dean laughed softly when Sam rolled them both over, reversing their positions and pinning him to the bed. He had a moment to marvel how his back didn’t really hurt anymore, it was a little sore, but definitely not as uncomfortable as it should have been being pinned under Sam’s heavy weight… not to mention the way the other man had been grabbing and clutching at his back and ass.

Those thoughts fell away quickly however when Sam leaned in to kiss him. The touch almost feather light and chaste compared to the passionate exchange they’d just had. But it was still good. Really good.

Dean laughed again when the other man “complained” how he’d been gypped, and any reply that Dean might have made to that was lost in the low moan that escaped his throat when Sam rolled his hips. Even though the wet stickiness in his jeans was starting to feel rather gross and uncomfortable he was still sensitive enough from his orgasm that even that little movement sent little rippling aftershocks of pleasure through him.

Somehow Dean wasn’t really surprised when Sam suggested that they take a shower together. He was a bit surprised however by the other man’s noticeably nervous tone, not to mention the fear in Sam’s eyes. Was he afraid of Dean saying “no” or was he afraid of something else? Dean couldn’t really deny the idea of being so… vulnerable… even though it was only with Sam, unnerved him a bit as well. Hell, the last time they’d been naked together they’d been in the nest being tortured by that twisted vampire bitch after all…

Dean tried to offer the other man a reassuring smile as he slipped his arms around Sam’s shoulders and pulled Sam down for another soft kiss. Still light but lingering longer before he pulled back slightly and nodded.

“Yeah, we can, if you want.”

He was scared shitless, scared to death of everything rushing back to smack him in the face when he peeled his clothes off. It was so fucking stupid. He'd driven miles and miles buck naked, broken into the store buck naked. He had spent how many days in that cage with both he and Dean naked…and that was burned into his brain. He was really trying to be the macho Sam Cristo, bad ass hunter, demon exorcist, vampire killer and slayer of all things evil. At the moment, all he could think of was how fucking scared he was to get naked with Dean. And what if Dean said no?

That would be even worse. Because then it harkened back to how it had been before he met Dean. Alone. Days on the road with nothing but the radio as noise. No one to talk to except the waitress or hotel clerk, or a fast lay picked up in some bar. No one that meant a damned to him. But the way Dean was treating him now…was there hope?

Sam gladly let Dean pull him into another kiss and if not for his sopping pants, he would have pursued it further. When Dean nodded, the breath practically rushed out of him.

"I want," Sam said, kissing him again. This time when he pulled back he met Dean's gaze. "Are we still in the "now" or drifting into the "maybe?" Any answer is okay. I just don't want to be reading anything into something that I shouldn't."

Dean smiled up at the other man when Sam confirmed that he wanted to shower with him. The young hunter still had his doubts that it was a good idea, wondering if either of them were ready for this, but he’d try. For Sam, he’d try. To erase the fear and uncertainty in the other man’s eyes, if nothing else.

His smile faltered however when Sam asked him… fuck… he wished he could say he didn’t understand Sam’s overly cryptic question, unfortunately he understood all too well. He was in no way prepared or ready to answer that question. Not with all the emotional baggage he was carrying, not only from the last several weeks but from his whole god damned life.

He was so damned fucked up, about everything. He didn’t know what he wanted. He knew he cared about Sam. He knew he didn’t want to hurt Sam, ever. But that was about all he knew. Everything else was so damned complicated…

He could tell that Sam was trying not to look too hopeful, trying not to influence his answer either way, but Dean knew no answer he gave Sam would be “ok”. Even if he could tell Sam what he thought the other man wanted to hear… it wouldn’t be fair…

“Sam…” Dean began, faltered, and sighed heavily. He slipped his hands around the other man’s neck and linked his fingers together. “You can’t expect me to answer that, man. I just don’t know, ok? I can’t… think about tomorrow. I can’t even think about yesterday. I can only think about now…”

And he couldn’t even really promise that… He couldn’t promise he wouldn’t freak out at some point, couldn’t promise that it wouldn’t all hit him all of a sudden and feel like the only way to stop the pain was with the barrel of a gun in his mouth. Sam being here now certainly helped. Knowing that he wasn’t alone, knowing Sam would do anything to protect him, was probably why he hadn’t thought of it before now. But he also couldn’t promise that looking at Sam’s face wouldn’t always remind him of what they’d went through… and that scared the shit out of him right now more than anything.

Dean's fading smile answered the question for him immediately.

Sam wasn't surprised, not really. They were both pretty fucked up in the head. Right now they were clinging to each other, each the other's life raft. He was just so grateful Dean's attitude toward him had seemed to change. It wasn't blood mate. It wasn't desperation. But it felt like more than just sex and that, more than anything, was what he was trying to clarify. Had something changed? Had Dean made a decision? Dean knew Sam wanted them to stay together. He still did, even after everything, but he honestly wasn't sure that if Dean said they were in the maybe zone that Sam wouldn't pull back, wouldn't be …uncomfortable. He would do everything to try to sway Dean, surely, if Dean told him that, but a few years down the road…would everything still be so fresh, still keep its fangs buried in him, in them? He wanted to move beyond the now, but he really wasn't ready to. Right now, if he could just get up the courage to be naked in front of anyone without feeling vulnerable and paranoid as hell, he would be more than a little happy.

Sam laughed softly. "If you can't think about tomorrow, and can't think about yesterday, that kind of means we're still in the now. Which means no engagement ring." He kissed Dean again, this time going for hot, for scorching. He eventually broke their kiss with a satisfied look on his face. He gave Dean an almost sad smile then. "I'm not really ready for anything more either. Yeah, if you said we were in that gray zone…hell, I don't know what I'd do. I need…I need to get my feet under me." He swallowed hard glancing away for a minute before he brought his gaze back to the young man. "Please, Dean, don't leave me until I do that. I'm not trying to be underhanded, trying to get you to say you'll stay and then never find the ground. That's not me. I'm a hunter. A god-damned good hunter. I can't be that again until I've gotten my head back in the right place. Not until every sound I hear doesn't makes me sniff the air for Vanessa's scent."

He ran his hand over Dean's hair. He needed to tell him. He let his fingers drift down to caress Dean's face. "I'm terrified of taking a shower with you. I'm terrified of being naked in front of you. Isn't that beyond ridiculous? We've spent days naked with each other. Being bare-chested, that's not a problem. But the thought of taking off my jeans in front of you…I feel like, if I could, I'd fucking hyperventilate." He buried his face in Dean's neck breathing in his scent. "I feel so ungodly pathetic about this whole scared as shit thing. I've been scared before but this is scared at a whole new level. And I'm embarrassed as hell that I'm so fucking weak."

Dean rolled his eyes a little when the other man “helpfully” pointed out that they were probably still in the “now” based on what Dean had said (god damned metaphors). And, no, no fucking engagement rings. Fuck, he didn’t know if Sam was trying to be funny or give him a heart attack. Even if he was interested in... something... more after today, or tomorrow, or whenever. Staying with Sam for more than a few weeks, or hell, even months, however long it took for them to hunt down the vampire nest and make them pay in spades for what they’d done to them both... Starting something, fuck buddies, whatever they were, was a hell of a lot long away from engagement rings.

Sam proceeded to kiss his bitch face away pretty thoroughly then, leaving Dean breathing more than a little heavily when it was over. Damned vampire looked too damned smug for his own good. However before Dean could say anything, or give back in kind, the sudden shift in Sam’s expression silenced him.

He had to admit, he was more than a bit surprised when Sam admitted he wasn’t ready for anything more either. Since Sam had asked him he had assumed... well, you know what they said about assuming. It makes an ass out of you and me.

Dean couldn’t deny that Sam’s admission bothered him more than it relieved him. Considering... before... Sam had been doing anything in his power practically to convince Dean to stay. Hell, the other man had practically proposed to him after they’d made out at Jacob’s... and now... Yeah, they were both fucked up. Beyond fucked up. Dean understood what Sam was describing, all too well. He remembered how he was after the... first time... all too well. How he felt like he was trying to claw out of his own skin every time someone got to close to him, even his own father. And if someone actually touched him, even innocently... hell, he’d nearly took Bobby’s head off when the older man had just put a hand on his shoulder.

He wished he could tell Sam it would be ok. That it would get “better” or “easier” to deal with... it had for Dean, eventually. But still, before Sam, Dean had never let another man touch him like that. And now having to deal with it all over again...

Dean returned Sam’s gentle caress, running his fingers over the other man’s cheek and through his hair, cupping the back of his neck and kneading gently. Even though his eyes hardened a little when Sam began beating himself up about admitting his fears...

“You’re not pathetic, and you’re not weak.” Dean said firmly, holding Sam tightly to him as he pet the vampire’s hair gently. “You call yourself that, you might as well be calling me that too, because I feel the same things. If I hadn’t been through the same with you, I’d still know what it feels like...”

Dean closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“We don’t have to, you know? Take everything off. We can keep our shorts on. Even keep our jeans on and just change when we get out.”

The way Dean held him close, it made Sam feel safe and the massaging of his neck muscles that felt good too. Not pathetic, not weak Dean said. He sure as hell felt he was. That Dean felt the same way…then he guessed what he was feeling was normal. Especially if Dean had felt it the…first… time, too. He was still going to find that son of a bitch and disembowel the bastard. Somehow. He'd have to get Dean drunk or something, tell him it was good therapy to talk about it. Anything. He would find him. If nothing else, he knew a couple good psychics.

He suddenly decided he liked the "now." He never wanted to think about the tomorrow again unless it involved pursuing Vanessa. Or another mean nasty. Or Dean's rapist. He could almost be comfortable in the now. He didn't have to think about the past. He didn't have to think about Dean leaving him and him being alone. In the now, he had Dean. Scared as fuck to go much beyond second base, but Dean was with him. Dean was scared too. And somehow that made it all feel so much better. He wasn't alone in this. He wasn't alone.

He licked at Dean's neck, sucked gently on it, certainly not hard enough to even approach leaving a hickey, then let his fangs drop and nuzzled at Dean, being very careful not to come close to scraping the skin, much less breaking it. He licked over Dean's neck again before pushing himself up to look down at Dean.

"I don't know about you but I feel pretty messy in my jeans. Let's get that shower and just, I don't know, see what feels comfortable. If I push too much, tell me. If you push too much, I'll tell you. No macho, no secrets, nothing more than just 'now'. I want…I want to stay in the now for awhile Dean. If ever…if you ever change your mind. Staying. Leaving. Loving. Whatever. Just kind of give me a heads up, okay? I'm not going to ask again. I'll try really hard not to think of us as being anything more than the moment." He leaned down and gave Dean another light kiss before pushing himself off Dean and off the bed. He offered Dean a hand to his feet with a smile. "C'mon Prince Charming. I want to see you wet."

Dean couldn’t help the low moan that escaped his throat when the other man started kissing, licking, and nuzzling against his neck. He’d never really had a neck fetish before but he was pretty sure he was developing one quickly, it felt so damned good. Even the feel of the vampire’s sharp teeth lightly scraping against his skin was a turn on, and when Sam stopped an pulled away his final moan definitely had a hint of complaint to it.

Even after the “seriousness” of their discussion leading up to this point Dean couldn’t help but laugh a little when pointed out how “messy” their jeans were. Yeah, it was starting to feel pretty gross, and it would feel even worse peeling them off if it actually started to dry in there.

So Dean nodded at the other man’s suggestion that they just take it one step at a time, if either of them became uncomfortable, they’d say so. No harm no foul no hurt feelings. That was probably going to be easier said than done considering they both had a considerable amount of pride, but one step at a time. Live in the now. Both the past and the future would catch up with them sooner or later. No reason to rush it.

Dean took the other man’s hand, letting Sam haul him up even as he rolled his eyes at the “nickname” that he only put up with because as long as the other man called him Prince charming… “After you, princess.” Dean replied with a grin.

Sam gave him a good natured scowl. With Dean's comment he decided to keep hold of Dean's hand and tugged him along into the oversized bathroom. He turned the water on in the shower then pulled Dean to him, kissing him while it warmed up.

"Now this, this I don't have any problem with," Sam panted in the break between their kiss. He slid his hands under Dean's shirt and slowly pulled it free of the young man. He stepped back just a little and let his hands trace their way across Dean's chest, watching Dean's skin under his touch. "You are truly one of the most beautiful men with one of the most perfect bodies I've ever seen," Sam said softly and smiled. "Questionable taste in music," he teased lightly, especially as he really didn't mind classic rock himself, then went on to add, "and maybe a little deaf, but pretty much perfect otherwise."

Sam guided Dean's hand under his own shirt and nodded encouragingly. He truly was comfortable being bare-chested around the hunter. Hell, he had a nice chest and knew it. He didn't mind at all if Dean wanted to look or touch. He glanced up in the mirror at that moment.

"Holy fucking shit!" Sam, pulling his collar open a little to examine the hickey Dean had given him. It was one of the most impressive one's he had ever seen, at least from a non-vampire.

Dean couldn’t believe Sam actually insisted on holding his hand to the bathroom, but though the young man rolled his eyes at the girlieness of it he didn’t complain. Grinning a little at the other man’s words when Sam turned and kissed him, sliding his fingers up underneath his shirt to caress his stomach and chest, making Dean’s breath hitch a little in his throat. Dean lifted his arms to let Sam remove his shirt.

No, this Dean certainly didn’t have any problem with either. This was good. Really good. Sam looking at him that way. Touching him like that…Though Dean felt his cheeks heat a little at the compliments Sam started raining down on him… in between teasing him about his taste in music.

“You are such a girl.” Dean ‘complained’ but didn’t hesitate caressing the warm skin of the other man’s chest when Sam guided his hands underneath his shirt. Yeah, Sam’s compliments were something indeed considering how Sam looked. How… beautiful… Sam was. When Sam gave him the ok to take off his shirt, Dean nodded but before he could the other man ‘discovered’ the hickey Dean had given him and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I told you.” Dean said, grinning practically from ear to ear as he ran his fingers over Sam’s well muscled chest again and again underneath his shirt. “Maybe we should get you turtle neck? Or a collar?”

Not giving the other man a chance to respond, Dean finally grasped the bottom of Sam’s shirt and tugged it quickly up and over the vampire’s head, tossing it over his shoulder to the floor behind him. He wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist then, tugging Sam closer so they stood chest to chest, running his hands up and down the other man’s back.

Sam gladly welcomed Dean's embrace once his shirt had been cast aside. He was accustomed to being taller than most everyone and it was refreshing to have a lover who was only a few inches shorter than he was.

"I am not a girl," Sam said. "After all, I'm not the one still blushing," Sam pointed out chuckling. "And who said I have any intention of hiding this hickey? I marked you," he said, running light fingers over the hickey on Dean's neck from where he had fed, and then the smaller one he had left above that, "then you marked me." His grin turned devilish. "Guess it's my turn again. I certainly can't have anyone thinking I'm your bitch."

He pulled Dean so close to him he could feel Dean's heart rapidly beating against his chest. Sliding his hand's over Dean's back, he matched the young man's gentle caresses. He began kissing Dean, slowly and deeply, moaning into the young man's mouth. His hands drifting lower, he dipped his fingers below the waistband of Dean's jeans. He didn't feel the young man stiffen so he reached around front and popped open Dean's pants, opening the zipper up just a little. Then he returned his hand to Dean's backside, sliding his hand inside the young man's pants, cupping Dean's right cheek, kneading it, and ratcheting up the intensity of his kiss.

He was happy to just kiss Dean, to just feel that warm muscular flesh beneath his hand. "So beautiful," Sam whispered and licked, kissed, and sucked his way down to the hunter's neck, this time on the other side from the previous hickey. In between the long torturous licks and the strong sucking mixed with a bit of nibbling, he murmured, "No strings. Only the now. Stop worrying you're going to hurt me. The now is fine. In the now, I love you. I want you. You are so beautiful, inside, outside, so spirited, so strong, so thoughtful and kind. Oh, and did I mention stubborn?" Sam licked and sucked a little harder, "definitely stubborn. In this 'now,' I want to be yours. I am yours."

Tightening his hand on Dean's ass he pulled Dean as close as he could. He let his teeth descend and bit gently into Dean's neck, carefully ensuring he didn't break the skin before he retracted his teeth and began sucking and biting with his human teeth once again.

Dean made a face when Sam pointed out that he was the one still blushing. Of course that was only because of all the damned girly comments Sam was making about him. Calling him beautiful and shit. Though he had a feeling pointing that out to the other man wasn’t going to help his case any. Probably just make Sam even more smug that he could make him blush so easily with just a few words.

Sam’s conclusion that it was his “turn” to “mark” him again had Dean raising an eyebrow, but before he could point out to Sam that he was his bitch, the other man pulled him even closer if it were possible. His hands sliding down his back as Sam’s mouth covered his own, kissing him so slowly and thoroughly that if he went a little weak kneed surely no one could blame him.

Though when he felt Sam’s fingers drift lower along his back, dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans, a flutter of nervous anticipation began in his stomach. Not nervous because he was afraid the other man would do anything to hurt him, more nervous that the touch would remind him too much… and he’d freak out on Sam without meaning to…

But when Sam undid his jeans and slipped his hand beneath them to grab his ass Dean forced himself not to tense. Not to pull away. He could do this, damn it. He couldn’t deny it felt good. Sam’s kneading fingers on his flesh. That combined with the way the other man kissed, licked, and nipped his way down the side of his throat. It was a great distraction from all the things Sam was saying about him, bastard probably trying to make him blush again, because it certainly wasn’t all true. How could anyone really see him that way?

Fuck. Dean couldn’t help but gasp sharply, bucking against the other man when he felt the sharper bite of Sam’s vampire teeth against his neck, soothed by the other man’s lips and tongue a second later. God damn it, Sam really was going to mark him again, and Dean was enjoying it so damned much he couldn’t bring himself to make Sam stop.

Turn about was fair play though, Dean decided as his fingers tightened a little in Sam’s hair and he tilted his head. Giving Sam more access to his throat but also allowing him to latch on to the other man’s. Biting and sucking on to any bit of flesh he could reach with a low moan of pleasure.

Sam grinned when Dean's breath hitched and the man bucked against him. Nothing like the stimulation of the almost-bite of vampiric teeth. The bathroom was getting a little steamy from the water spray in the shower and Sam was about to suggest they at least divest themselves of their jeans and get into the shower. Wet jeans flat out sucked. But then the young man tilted his head more and Sam simply couldn't deny him.

When Dean sank his own teeth into Sam's shoulder, Sam groaned, digging his fingers deeper into Dean's muscles. He wanted to feel Dean's flesh against him…at least, the flesh hidden beneath the jeans. The hand he caressed Dean's back with he shifted to his own jeans and flicking the button open, he pulled the zipper apart. Reluctantly he freed his hand from Dean's pants and pushed his jeans down but leaving his underwear on. He stepped out of his jeans, but kept his mouth firmly latched onto Dean's neck as he kicked his jeans free of his legs. That being accomplished he slid both his hands down the back of the young man's pants, but kept his hands on the cheeks of Dean's ass, telling himself that Dean wasn't ready to feel his touch beyond that. He wasn't sure he was ready for that either.

He pulled Dean close again, rubbing his erection against the man's firm stomach as he moaned and sucked. As much as he didn't want to, he kept his teeth retracted, fearing he would actually bite into Dean's flesh with them without meaning to. Dean working on his neck the way he was was definitely distracting him and he suspected he was going to have just as spectacular bruising on his shoulder and neck as that which colored his other shoulder. The harder Dean bit, the louder the vampire groaned.

Dean felt the vampire’s hand shift away from his back to slide between them. Felt Sam working at the button of his jeans and Dean forced himself to stop rutting against the other man for a few minutes while Sam worked at getting his pants off. He didn’t stop biting and sucking on the other man’s shoulder however, nor did he stop running his hands all over the vampire’s back and through his hair. Simply loving the feel of Sam’s flesh underneath his hands, as much as he loved the feeling of Sam’s mouth at his throat, and the hard press of the other man’s erection against his stomach.

When he felt Sam’s hands settle on his back again and slide down his body, back underneath his jeans and underwear to caress his ass, Dean couldn’t help repeating the motion. Tracing his own fingers down the length of the other man’s back, loving how the well defined muscles shifted underneath his touch. Only hesitating a second before he slipped his own hands underneath Sam’s shorts to rest warmly on the curves of his ass. Caressing and kneading the strong muscles beneath his hands.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” Dean whispered between nipping and sucking on Sam’s flesh. Rubbing his own growing erection against Sam without shame, though the drying come from his earlier release still in his shorts was beginning to feel more than uncomfortable. So reluctantly he released the other man to do as Sam did. Unzipping his jeans the rest of the way and shoving them down his thighs… it wasn’t nearly as easy as Sam had made it look, but he finally managed to kick them away.

Finally they stood there, nothing but the thin cotton of their shorts separating them, and Dean paused. The enormity of what they were doing seeming to settle on his shoulders and he knew they had to slow down. Neither of them could afford to rush headlong into this blindly. So Dean pulled back, licking his lips a little and forcing himself not to groan still tasting Sam on them.

“Shower?” Dean finally asked, arching an eyebrow, as he reminded them both why they were in here in the first place.

Dean's hands wandered everywhere but when those warm palms came to rest on the bare flesh of his ass, he moaned and rubbed against Dean more as Dean did the same to him. They had just come in the other room but Sam was definitely ready for more. He so wanted to taste some of Dean's blood, the scent of Dean's arousal waking the animal in him. The animal wanted more, wanted it all. It wanted to carry Dean back into the room, toss him on the bed, strip him of his clothes and make hours and hours of love to his bloodmate. Sam knew that wasn't possible. One if not both of the men would, well, freak, if that happened.

Harsh control on the vampire's part was needed to pull back enough to let Dean remove his jeans. He was about ready to help the young man with his jeans if he didn't fucking hurry up already.

The cotton undershorts. Did he dare try to remove them? As bared fleshed as he was, he felt both confident and terrified at the same time. Maybe…maybe once in the shower. You were supposed to be naked in the shower. That was "normal."

He was surprised when Dean's lips left his neck and he moaned a little at the loss of stimulation but when Dean pulled back, he was forced to stop his own hickey making as well.

Sam nodded in mute agreement. Yes. Shower. They both needed one and maybe that would help them cross this first hurdle. Or second or third hurdle. Where ever it fell in the scheme of things. Reaching in to the shower, Sam adjusted the water a little cooler.

Stepping in, he shifted to the back of the tub, making room for the young man. The water already soaked his shorts and the cotton material clung uncomfortably to him but otherwise the cascading water seemed like a small slice of heaven.

Even though Dean had suggested it he found he was rather reluctant to release Sam so that the other man could actually get into the shower. But he managed to unwind his octopus like hold from around the other man as Sam pulled away, adjusting the water, and stepping into the shower making sure to give plenty of room for Dean to get in as well.

As soon as Sam slid under the spray of water however Dean felt his mouth go a little dry and he couldn’t look away. Standing there rooted in place as he watched the warm water wash over Sam’s skin. Fat droplets sliding over the strong muscled planes of his body, soaking into his underwear, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not that there had been much left to the imagination even before…

Holy fuck…

Yeah, Dean was staring. Who could possibly blame him?

Swallowing hard, Dean finally forced himself to move. Stepping into the tub and pulling the sliding door shut behind him, locking them away in a world where only the two of them existed. The hot steam filling up the space adding to the almost dreamlike quality to the whole thing. Dream. Fantasy. Yeah, that was a good word for it. Where else would he be sharing a shower in the honeymoon suite with a vampire he’d somehow fallen for?

Not that he was ready to admit that aloud, or even to himself. That didn’t stop him from closing the distance between them again. Grabbing a washcloth and bar of soap along the way.

“Turn around.” Dean ordered as he stepped close into Sam’s personal space.

Sam waited for Dean to follow him in and realized Dean stood there just looking at him. He glanced down self consciously. Did he look that stupid with his underwear still on? Probably. He certainly felt stupid. Maybe Dean was just suddenly uncomfortable getting into the shower with him. There was absolutely no denying his very obvious erection, but Dean had a good one going himself. Maybe that was scaring Dean off? Well, if the hunter didn't want to shower with him, that was okay. Maybe Dean just wasn't ready for this step.

All of his tumultuous musings ended abruptly when Dean finally joined him. Being the honeymoon suite the shower/tub was definitely a bit larger than most hotel rooms he had frequented and so it wasn't the tight quarters it might have been. Dean closing the shower door kicked the heat up a notch and Sam almost always liked it warmer. He suddenly felt safe in that small enclosed space with the young man. No one could see in. No one could be watching. It was just them lost in the white warm fog. He couldn't help but admire Dean's tanned body and he wanted to run his hands over that muscular chest. Dean's undershorts clung just as tightly to Dean's erection as his own did and Sam really wanted to pull down those shorts and caress Dean.

When the young man stepped up to him, wash cloth in hand, he restrained himself from pulling Dean into a kiss. Shower. Shower meant soap. Not making out. Soap. Washing. Cleaning up.

Chastising himself to try to keep himself in check, a giggle escaped him. The fact he was always struggling to keep it in his pants should be a two by four alongside his head. Some one "upstairs" was have a damned hearty laugh at his expense. When the man asked him to turn, he did as Dean asked.

The vampire purred when Dean began washing his back. He wasn't sure what was better, that he was actually getting a hot shower for the first time in a couple weeks or that Dean was thoroughly soaping up his back. Almost without thought Sam's hand drifted down to his own hard cock and stroked it through the wet material. His last shower had been with Dean, with him washing Dean and that had ended up with them having sex. He recalled how it felt, slowly pushing inside the young hunter then pumping hard until they both came. Being blood mates had certainly played into that sexual encounter and sometimes he wished it could always be that simple.