It had taken an hour just to get going by the time Bobby showered and shaved and he managed to drag Jacob out of bed to do the same. He was just a little irritated that the man could drink like a fish and only had a mild hangover at best, and even that seemed to fade rapidly. Considering Bobby's head was still throbbing when they started out, he let Jacob take the wheel for the first half of the drive.

Jacob made him promise, again, that he wasn't going to try to hurt Sam just because Sam was a vampire. After having spent all the days on the road with Jacob, truthfully Bobby was sort of adjusting to the idea of 'good' vampires. Jacob told some amazing tales of Sam's adventures and Bobby wasn't certain if the man was just yanking his chain half the time or not.

Bobby wondered how long it would have taken him to realize Sam was a vampire. The only close quarters he had even been in with a vampire was while he was decapitating one. Fangs and hisses and screams and curses. That was the usual environment. Hell, he hadn't much more than shook Cristo's hand before checking on Dean, seeing signs of the…relationship…that had apparently been developing, and going out to the kitchen to lay in to the man…the vampire. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened between the two since that day. The vampire nest had surely been brutal. Dean indicated as much since it took them time to heal up before venturing out into a town. Had Dean and Sam grown closer? There was no way Dean didn't know Sam was a vampire at this point. At least he didn't imagine Dean wouldn't know. What if somehow he didn't? If that was the case, Bobby was not going to let Jacob tell him. Jacob had all the tact of a five year old.

Upon reaching Jasper, the Motel 8 was easy to spot, just as Dean promised. After pulling into the parking lot, Bobby sat there a moment. Dean hadn't told him what room or rooms they were in and he had no idea what name they might have checked in under.

"Any idea what name Sam might have used?" Bobby asked, looking over at Jacob.

Jacob pursed his lips. "Ben Mears."

Bobby cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Lead character in Stephen King's book 'Salem's Lot.'" Jacob explained.

Bobby snorted and after parking the car he and Jacob went into the lobby. Ben Mears was in room 25, the honeymoon suite. Jacob cackled at that. At Bobby's look, Jacob just laughed harder.

When they reached the room Jacob was still stifling his laughter as Bobby rapped on the door.

Sam had let him sleep for about four hours. Longer than the “couple” of hours Dean had told him to wake him up from, but at least the vampire had woke him up. He wouldn’t have put it past Sam to keep letting him sleep because he either thought Dean needed it more or Sam didn’t need to rest at all.

Dean’s dreams hadn’t been all that pleasant when he drifted off. Predictably he dreamt of blood, his and Sam’s. He dreamt of the pain the vampires had done to him. He dreamt of them taking him, one after another, making him whimper and scream. That had melded into memories of his first assault… and it was probably a good thing that Dean had trusted Sam enough to keep watch that he hadn’t stuck a machete under his pillow before going to sleep.

The young hunter was very glad when Sam woke him up.

At least he did feel a little bit more rested. Though having nightmares seemed to be draining in their own way his body felt better and more awake at least. Dean had watched Sam get settled into the warm spot he’d left in the bed, and then he had gotten dressed. He definitely felt better after that. Like he was more… protected and less vulnerable under several layers of clothing.

Sam had dug out a few guns, machetes, and knives and they were all within easy reach, sitting on the table by the window, a chair already pulled up where he could look out the closed drapes and see anyone coming to their room in either direction. The deadbolt and door chain were already in place. The only thing Dean added to their “security” was an extra chair shoved underneath the door knob. Better safe than sorry.

Dean took turns watching outside and watching Sam sleep for a couple of hours before did a brief search through their bags and found some munchies. Enough to satisfy his grumbling stomach enough that it would not wake up the vampire trying to sleep. He would definitely need something more substantial by the time Bobby and Jacob arrived.

Dean was on his way back to his station from the bathroom when he heard the soft knock on the door. His heart immediately sped up, even though he told himself that any vampires or other baddies that found them probably wouldn’t have knocked. Dean still drew his gun as he made his way over to the door, looking out the peak hole, and smiled broadly when he saw their friends on the other side.

The low growl from the bed drew Dean’s attention and he quickly reassured the vampire as he moved the chair to unblock the door.

“Its Bobby and Jacob, you wanna put some pants on before I open the door?” He asked Sam.

Sam hadn't wanted to wake Dean up but Dean had tossed and turned and even Sam's reassuring words and gentle strokes of his fingers through the young man's hair seemed to do little to soothe him. The new sounds and smells were probably contributing to the nightmares that were plaguing the man. After four hours, Sam decided Dean would be better off awake. Sam could get him fed and maybe drunk, and maybe Dean could get a quiet night's sleep. If Jake and Bobby made it in, maybe both he and Dean would feel comfortable enough letting them keep watch and they could curl up together and sleep. He had a feeling if they did, both would sleep well.

Sam shucked his clothes and slid into the warm spot vacated by the hunter, breathing in the comforting scent of his lover. He was tired and it didn't take him at all long to fall asleep. As the animal had promised, it did a fair job of keeping the nightmares at bay. The nightmares came, but the animal was there to stand with Sam and beat them back. Dreams that could have ended badly generally ended with Sam coming out the victor or the animal ripping the throats out of the antagonists. It wasn't the most restful of sleeps, dream continually nipping at him, but at least he wasn't reliving everything with the same terrible outcomes.

Dean had been puttering about, eating or wandering the room, watching him, and standing guard. Sam was aware of this on a subconscious level. The knock on the door was new, was different, and was a potential threat. His eyes snapped open and he tensed, ready to fight. He suddenly regretted being naked as his hand snaked toward the machete on the nightstand and he growled, his fangs exposing themselves as he readied himself for battle. He would protect his bloodmate with his last breath. Figuratively speaking.

Friends. He relaxed immediately. Bobby and Jake. They were here. He wondered what Bobby was going to say when he saw the bites on Dean's neck and the hickies. Not to mention the hickies on his own neck. He knew what Jake would say. Something completely tasteless and crude.

"Yeah," Sam told Dean as he threw back the covers and pulled on his pants and grabbed a nearby t-shirt. After slipping on his shoes he gave Dean a nod as he reached for a flannel shirt.

Dean didn’t bother to hide his admiration of the other man when Sam got up and started grabbing and putting on clothes. Though as he watched Sam pulling up his jeans, hiding that perfect ass from his view, the young man was suddenly all too aware of the faint bruises he knew were in the shape of his fingers from clutching at the vampire. As Sam pulled the t-shirt on over his head, it was all too apparent how the material didn’t hide in the least the all too visible hickeys he’d left on both sides of Sam’s neck.

It made Dean all the more aware of the marks he knew he was sporting, thanks to Sam, and he couldn’t help blushing a little self consciously. Which was definitely not the way he wanted to open the door. Blushing like some virgin girl trying to hide her first hickey from her overprotective father.

Fuck, he hoped Bobby wouldn’t freak out upon seeing them. Especially considering the actual bites, not just bruising, would also be clearly visible. The louder, more impatient, knock on the door made Dean sigh and when Sam gave the go ahead to open the door, the young man nodded back.

Dean unlocked the bolt and chain and opened the door. The relief that filled him seeing Bobby on the other side of the door, alive and unharmed, almost enough to make him forget about any approaching embarrassment on his part.

“Hey, Bobby.”

When the door opened and Bobby laid eyes on the young man, his knees went weak with relief. John's boy was okay. The first thought that crossed his mind was how much weight the young man had lost. The second was the fucking big ass hickies and obvious bites on Dean's neck. Fresh vampire bites.

Good guy. Jacob assured him Sam was a good guy. And in love with Dean. But for God's sake! How much had the vampire been feeding on Dean? Was that contributing to why Dean was so thin? And yeah, so he didn't have to worry about whether or not Dean knew if Sam was a vampire. Was that a blush on Dean's face? Reluctantly, Bobby decided, especially after seeing the huge ass hickies on Sam's throat, that the relationship was consensual and reciprocated and that Dean was blushing. Hell, who knew the kid could blush?

So John Winchester's boy was seeing a male vampire. If someone had told him that even six months ago, he would have laughed in their face. But who knew what the two had been through together and if this helped Dean, then Bobby would support it. Or at least try to.

He noticed the vampire was watchful of him and some mistrust shadowed his face. No one could blame the creature—Sam, he told himself. Supernatural beast. Walking undead. Vampire. Half-breed demon. The hunter in Bobby wanted to put the thing down and he was suddenly having trouble reconciling the stories of the man Jacob had told him, with the fact Sam was that same man.

He brought his attention back to Dean. "It's good to see you Boy," Bobby said as he pulled Dean into a hug. "And as soon as I'm sure you're healthy enough for it, I owe you one helluva an ass kicking."

As Dean stood there in the doorway he could see Bobby's eyes roaming over him, saw the older man's relief even as his friend was taking in his appearance, lingering for a time on his neck. It was all Dean could do not to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot under the regard. Then he saw the older hunter's eyes shift to a spot over his shoulder and he knew Bobby was looking at Sam.

He wondered exactly what Jacob had told Bobby about Sam. Considering their last encounter…

Bobby had attacked Sam then thinking the other man had taken advantage of him, and Bobby hadn't even known Sam was a vampire then. What if Bobby did know now? Would he try to attack Sam again? Try to kill Sam? Of course Dean wouldn't let him. He'd stop Bobby. But the very last thing the young man wanted right now was to be caught between the two men. To be forced to choose one over the other…

He didn't know how he could do it, or if he even could. Hell was too kind a word. But when the older man was done with his scrutiny, shifting his attention back at him, and when all Bobby did was pull him into a hug, Dean knew he could relax.

Only he didn't relax. When Bobby's arms came around him, pulled him close, Dean's first reaction was to stiffen in the embrace. In fact, it was all he could do not to shove Bobby away or recoil from his touch. As it was, his heart was beating way too fast and there didn't seem to be enough air in the room. It was just like… before…

God damn it… God. Damn. It.

Dean covered up his reaction with a laugh and a forced smile to his lips. Giving the older man a clap on his back before taking a step back. Pulling out of his embrace and putting a little bit of distance between them, and completely hating himself for his reaction. He could let Sam close to him, he could let the vampire touch him, hell, practically fuck him, and he couldn't even let his oldest friend give him a hug?

"Yeah, you owe me two now." Dean joked with false cheer, if only to keep himself from crying.

Sam watched the old hunter warily. For a moment there was no doubt he saw the disgust and distaste for what Sam was. For a moment, there was no doubt the hunter would like to take a machete to his throat. But that moment passed and the old man turned caring and concerned eyes glistening with tears back on Dean and hugged the young man.

It was immediate, the scent of fear, the way Dean's heart jumped in speed, followed by the scent of sadness and frustration. If he didn't know how much his lover cared for the old man, he would have killed the hunter for upsetting Dean. Well, maybe not killed him, but certainly gotten between them, growling and threatening the man never to touch Dean again. He knew if Dean felt he hadn't given his fear away to Bobby, he sure as hell wouldn't want Sam to. So instead of going all protective, Sam strode to Dean's side even though he really wasn’t all that keen on the idea of getting within reach of Bobby until he was absolutely certain Bobby wasn't going to try to kill him. He would have much rather kept Dean between them, but Dean's welfare came first.

"Hello Mr. Singer," Sam said, reaching a hand out to Bobby as he lightly put his other hand on Dean's back, rubbing it soothingly. "I hope our meeting this time goes a little better than last time."

Bobby had felt Dean stiffen in his arms and the way Dean stepped back as quickly as possibly. The boy couldn't lie to him. It was like before. John's boy had been raped. He felt his heart practically shatter. The hickies on Dean's neck had new meaning for him. Dean trusted Sam. Dean would let Sam touch him and comfort him. The last time, the boy wouldn't let anyone near him. Took him forever to finally start hitting on women again, and Bobby knew that was only because John had done the only thing he knew: make comments about Dean not hitting on every pretty thing with two legs that came near. Eventually Dean seemed to get better though a man hitting on him elicited a fairly strong reaction. Suddenly he didn't care that Sam was a vampire. Dean had Sam to help him through this. Hell, he'd open up his own wrist for the vampire if it meant Sam could help the young man he practically considered a son. He saw the way Sam was immediately at Dean's side, the gentle hand that went to Dean's back as Sam tried to distract Dean from Bobby's touch and distract Bobby from Dean's reaction by offering to shake hands. Jacob was right it seemed. Sam was one of the good guys. Frankly, at this point Bobby didn't care if Sam was evil as sin if he could help Dean.

Bobby accepted Sam's offered hand and shook it. "Just Bobby. Yes, I think it will. Jake has told me a lot about you."

"Probably more than I would ever want you to know," Sam said, giving Jacob a look somewhere between annoyance, gratitude, and relief.

"Sammy, good to see you," Jacob said with a grin.

Sam stepped back, half-guiding Dean with him, to let Bobby and Jacob into the room.

When Jacob stepped into the room, he gave a low whistle. "Snazzy honeymooner's place you got here. Let me guess. The only one with a Jacuzzi?"

Sam laughed. "You know me too well old man."

"I know you're a powder puff when it comes to your amenities," Jacob said, shaking Sam's hand. He wanted to give his old friend a hug not unlike the one Bobby had given his boy, but he could see Sam's posturing. Based on the way he stepped back just a little as he shook Jacob's hand, Sam didn't want to be touched. He knew the way of vampire nests. He remembered what they had done to him those many years ago. He had been a 'pretty boy' not unlike Dean. Sam had spent a long time helping Jacob get comfortable with anyone again. He had been intimate with Jacob. He had paid for strippers which was the inside joke about his birthday present. Sam had made the comment about one of the stripper having breasts as big as pumpkins, and it had been an inside joke ever since. Sam had gotten him prostitutes and paid for massages. Anything to get Jacob over the fear of being touched by someone and allow him to be intimate with someone again. He knew right where Sam was mentally, and he was pleased Sam seemed to find comfort with Dean and more importantly, that Dean was okay with offering that comfort.

"So are you two hungry or have you already eaten?" Jake asked, waggling his eyebrows at Sam.

Sam huffed. "Jake you are such a child."

"I'm just glad I don't have to buy you a stripper with kahoonas the size of pumpkins," Jake tossed back at him. "You're the rich one."

The light touch to his back was warm and comforting and Dean didn’t know whether to lean into that touch or cry. Considering the latter response would humiliate him beyond belief, he settled on relaxing into the warm hand. Doing his best to ignore the spark of… knowing… that was in Bobby’s eyes before the older man turned his attention to Sam and shook his hand.

Well, that was a hell of a lot better than the hunter trying to cut off Sam’s head, that was for damned sure. The way Bobby had looked at Sam…

Though Dean had to laugh a little when Sam called Bobby “Mr. Singer”. When he had first met Bobby when he was five or so his Dad had told him to call the older man Mr. Singer at first because it was polite. He remembered the man’s look as he wacked his father upside the head telling him he wasn’t THAT old yet for the young boy to be calling him Mr. Singer like his grandfather. It had been just Bobby ever since…

It was a good memory, but with it always came pain when he was remembering his father. Sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. Considering how he felt right about now, the reminder of how he’d gotten his father killed wasn’t at all welcome. So when Jacob asked them if they wanted to go out for dinner, Dean was more than happy to if only for the distraction, but someplace he cold liquor up would also be good right about now.

“Dinner sounds great, I’m starving.” Dean answered, ignoring the innuendo in the old man’s tone and look. Even though he supposed, Sam had just eaten. He would not blush… he would not blush, damn it.

Sam's hand, though still gentle pressed against Dean's back a little more firmly, sensing Dean's upset.

"I'm only 'rich' if you brought my wallet. And cell phone?" When Dean blushed at Jake's words, Sam gave Dean the barest of smirks.

"You think I'd pay for coming to your rescue out of my own pocket?" Jacob snorted. "You really need to change your pin number, you know." He handed over Sam's wallet and cell phone.

"Bite me, old man," Sam said, but his retort was good natured.

"That's your job, Sammy," Jacob laughed and headed for the door.

Bobby handed Dean his cell phone and an old wallet. "This was in the glove box. A couple of your old IDs and one credit card that hasn't expired. Don't rightly know if they're all still good, but thought I'd bring 'em to you anyhow. Little bit of cash down in there too. We saw a steakhouse on the way in and thought we'd eat there." After giving Dean smile he added. "Sure is good to see you, Son."

After Bobby followed Jacob out, Sam held Dean back just a moment.

"If there are too many people, you just saw so, okay? We can always get it to go and bring it back here." Seeing that Jake and Bobby were already out of view, walking along the sidewalk back to their car, Sam pulled Dean into an embrace, running his hand through Dean's hair lovingly. "We'll get through this," he said softly, and gave Dean a light kiss.

Taking hold of Dean's arm, Sam guided him out the door. "C'mon, Belle. Your dinner awaits," he said with a mischievous smile. "I'm sure they can hear your stomach growling half a county away and that's not very lady-like, you know."

“Thanks Bobby.” Dean answered with a genuine smile when the older hunter handed him his things, and he didn’t just mean for thinking to bring his spare wallet along. He meant for everything. For being such a good friend through all these years. For coming after him, not once but twice. For apparently having accepted Sam for who, and what, he was. (It was pretty obvious now that Jacob had told Bobby about Sam, especially considering the ‘Bite me’ exchange) And for just… just still being alive…

“Good to see you too, Bobby.” The younger man replied, feeling emotion welling up to choke him in his throat again and having to fight back the mistiness in his eyes. God, he could really use that drink now.

Dean was about to follow the two older men but Sam’s hand stopped him. The embrace wasn’t at all unwelcome, even though it made it harder for him to not start blubbering and crying like a little girl with a skinned knee. Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Sam’s scent and reassuring hand petting through his hair calming him. The young man smiled faintly at the soft kiss.

“Yeah. Same goes for you.” Dean told Sam, giving the vampire a look that said he was serious. He knew the idea of going out was probably unsettling for the other man, and if it really was too much for him to handle right now he wanted Sam to say so. He didn’t want the other man to play at being strong for him or something if he couldn’t handle it.

Though when Sam had the nerve to call him Belle again as they walked out the door, Dean gave the vampire a little glare. “I told you not to call me that. No second base for you tonight.” Whether or not Dean would be able to uphold his own “punishment” though was anyone’s guess.

"I'll be fine," Sam reassured him, not at all certain he would be. He was nervous now with just the thought of being out in the open. That Bobby and Jacob were with them eased his fears considerably though. If something went bad, it wouldn't just be him and Dean. They had back up. The concept of backup wasn't something he was readily used to, but he liked it just fine right now. If it were just him and Dean, he would insist they get dinner to go. With the other two men, he could hopefully find some measure of ease. If there was a bar there, the thought of about six shots of tequila to start with was very attractive.

Dean's threat made him laugh. "I hope no second base. I don't intend to go to bed with my clothes on. Soft bed, hot shower, food, alcohol. Sounds like a third base night to me. If we both don't just pass out, that is."

Calling to the hunter ahead of them, Sam said, "Mind if we ride with you, Bobby? I don't imagine either Dean or I will be in any condition to drive back here."

"What makes you think I will be?" Bobby asked, walking up to his car and unlocking the front door. The back seat was filled with trash and clothes and coolers.

"Because you're still sweating out alcohol," Sam said matter-of-factly.

"Hard to hide shit from a vampire, Bobby," Jacob said. "The back seat is pretty trashed, Sam. We'll have to throw shit in the trunk."

"The room next to ours is empty. Why don't you two get that room and Dean and I will carry your shit there."

"How do you know…nevermind. I'll go check in," Bobby said, shaking his head. He tossed his keys to Jacob so the appropriate items in the trunk could be unloaded as well.

By the time Bobby got to the door with the keys, Jacob, Dean and Sam had everything already there ready and waiting. That accomplished, the four piled into the car and Bobby drove the short distance to the steakhouse.

The restaurant had a fairly simple exterior with big windows and aged looking wood. Inside peanut shells were scattered across the floor. Country music played on the speakers and a TV screen at the bar was showing a car race. The walls were decorated with a country motif of antlers, wagon wheels, horse shoes and other 'country' type decorations. Buckets of peanuts sat on every table. The place was moderately busy but they were able to get a table near the door and with a good view of the parking lot. When the older waitress asked what she could get them, Sam spoke first.

"Best tequila in the house, bring the bottle, two bottles if you've got them. Make sure it's anejo and one hundred percent agave. If you don't have anejo, let me know."

She looked at the others.

"Just bring me iced tea," Bobby said. He really wanted a clear head this evening and the vampire had been right. He was still feeling the alcohol from the night prior.

"Same," Jacob agreed.

The waitress looked at Dean last.

Dean rolled his eyes at the other man’s reply, he was about to point out that if Sam didn’t get any second base that didn’t mean he could skip right to third. Passing out in an alcohol induced coma was almost a more attractive a concept right now, but he knew that was just because he was feeling a little flayed open emotionally right now. He might have a different opinion once he’d had a few pints of hard liquor in him.

After getting Bobby’s car more or less cleaned out so he and Sam could ride in the back, it didn’t take them long to reach the steakhouse. A good steak actually sounded really good right about now, and his growling stomach agreed.

Dean was having second thoughts however the second they entered the bar/restaurant. Seriously? Country music? From the decour alone he doubted that the jukebox had a single decent song listed in it and his ears warred with his stomach for a moment before his stomach finally won. Because really, the food smelled pretty fucking awesome and it looked like they could get a decent drink here too.

So, promising himself he’d try to take control of the jukebox as soon as possible, they got a table and Dean barely kept from chuckling as Sam started off the order of drinks with a bottle of tequila. When the waitress finally got to him, he didn’t even bother looking at what they had.

“Just bring an extra glass.” Dean said, pointing at Sam, and finally picked up his menu to figure out what he wanted to eat. The steak with loaded mashed potatoes sounded great, and they even had those whole onions that they threw in the fryer. He was definitely getting one of those. Then he thought a moment and grinned at Sam, teasing.

“You don’t have anything against onions, do you? Or is it just garlic?”

Jacob burst into laughter at Dean's question. Before Jacob had a chance to comment, Bobby snorted. "Apparently licorice is more effective."

Sam's eyes grew wide as he stared first at Bobby then at Jacob, a bright flush coloring his cheeks.

"I'm going to kill you Jake," Sam muttered, lifting the menu to try to hide his embarrassment. "Don't even ask," Sam threatened Dean as he tried hard to focus on the list of food available. He wanted to simply melt into the chair. If it had been Jake who had made the comment, he would have probably been okay, but the fact Jake told Bobby about the licorice incident made him dread what other embarrassing moments the man had felt compelled to share with the old hunter. He made a mental note to keep Jake and Dean from sharing any alone time together.

"Onions are fine," Sam said from behind the menu. He considered getting the bar-b-que ribs, but suddenly the thought of gnawing on bones was enough to make him sick. Steak. He would just stick with steak and potatoes. French Fries. They had French fries. That would work. If he wasn't going to be drinking he would have considered some pie, but the thought of pie and tequila just wasn't attractive. He couldn't fucking believe Jake told Bobby about the licorice incident.

Dean looked at Jacob with a raised eyebrow when the older man started cracking up, and his expression only grew more perplexed when Bobby mentioned… licorice? What the hell did licorice have to do with…

Sam’s “threat” though and the impressive shade of red that the vampire turned had Dean fighting not to laugh as well and more than a little curious. He probably shouldn’t ask. Having gotten only a taste of Jacob’s humor he knew it probably wasn’t a good idea. Still he just couldn’t resist.

Besides, Bobby already knew. It wasn’t fair that Bobby got to know and he didn’t.

“What about licorice?” Dean asked as innocently as possible.

"It's not a topic that should be discussed at dinner," Sam said. One look over at Dean though and Sam gave a long suffering sigh. It was obvious that the young hunter was not going to let this go. Sam suspected Dean would nag him about it mercilessly.

"I'd never had licorice. I had some licorice candy. I discovered I don't like licorice. My virus doesn't like it either, apparently. The licorice didn't agree with me. It came back up at a damned inconvenient time, okay?" Sam growled, wishing the damned waitress would get back with his tequila already.

Jacob was still sniggering. "Aw, Sammy, you tell it so much better when you're snockered to the gills." He looked over at Dean. "So Elizabeth, that's his second wife, had gotten some licorice candy. She loved licorice. Sammy here tried some of it. Didn't like it. But that was okay, she promised to make it up to him." Jacob started laughing again, and Bobby was trying as hard to hide his grin as Sam was trying to hide his embarrassment. "Things got pretty hot, pretty excited, and whoosh, it came back up the same time he came. Lizzie wouldn't have sex with him for a month after that."

Sam hung his head. He had learned not to get too drunk around Jacob. Unfortunately, he learned that a little too late.

Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam's growled out response, surprised that the other man was getting so worked up about this. Apparently the vampire didn't like being embarrassed. Well, who did? But it couldn't possibly be that bad…

As Jacob started to fill in the blanks it took all Dean had not to burst out laughing like the old man had initially. Ok, it was that bad. It was wrong in so many ways. Definitely not dinner conversation… and he did his best to hide the snort that did escape as a cough instead though he knew none of them believed that.

"Ok, no licorice for you." Dean finally said, grinning playfully at Sam even as he reached under the table and rested his hand on the other man's leg. Letting his fingers curl into Sam's inner thigh and giving a light squeeze. Silently promising to make it up to him later.

Dean was very glad that the waitress chose that moment to return with their drinks and to take their food orders, because if Jacob told Bobby that story, he could only imagine what Bobby had told Jacob in return. While it might have been "fair" for Sam to hear a humiliating story that had happened to him, he'd rather not give either of the older men the opportunity to tell one.

Sam gave a soft snort at Dean's comment. He didn't let anything show on his face when he felt Dean's hand on his leg and the comforting squeeze Dean gave it. Sam put his hand on top of Dean's and squeezed back. He felt as if his face wasn't brilliant red anymore at least.

When the waitress returned with their drinks Sam stifled a laugh at seeing the bottle of tequila she brought him.

She set the iced teas down, the shot glasses and the bottle of tequila. Seeing his amusement, she asked, "Is this tequila okay? The bartender said this was one of the better ones we have, but we do also have Corzo if you would prefer. We have a second bottle of either."

Sam looked at the bottle, smirking. "No, no, it's one of my favorites. This is good."

"Are you four ready to order? We have a special on ribeyes tonight, and the vegetable of the day is green bean casserole with bacon. We're out of the vegetable soup."

"I think we're ready," Sam said and proceeded to place his order for a T-bone. The others followed suit with their own choices.

"I'll have your appetizer out soon," she promised and disappeared.

"So what's so funny about the tequila she brought you Sammy?" Jake asked curiously.

Sam laughed as he twisted off the cap and poured a shot for Dean and one for himself. "She brought me Pura Sangre. I've always liked 'Pure Blood.'"

Dean was just as perplexed as everyone else at the table by Sam's amusement, and when the vampire explained he couldn't help but snort in amusement as well before tossing back the shot that he'd been poured. Damn that was good.

By the time Dean had polished off almost half of their appetizer by himself the liquor pooling his stomach had created a pleasant warmth that was slowly spreading through his entire body. Whatever nervousness he might have felt at being "out in the open" like this was slowly melting away shot by shot and pretty soon his eyes stopped darting to the door every time it opened.

By the time their meal arrived Dean was already more than a little buzzed. The food was excellent, much better than he had expected. Enough to almost forgive the country motif, if not the music, but the liquor was definitely better. In fact, his inhibitions were quickly being shot to hell and he found himself shifting closer and closer to Sam in the booth all the time. Their shoulders, arms, or legs brushing while they ate, his hand finding its way back to Sam's thigh again and again, a little higher up each time it seemed.

Finally Dean couldn't take the country music anymore, and announced he was going to take over the juke box. Sliding out of the booth, only a little tipsy, he sauntered up to the bar and asked for a roll of quarters. Not one to do anything half assed, he wanted to make sure there was decent music playing long after they'd left, just to piss off the locals for forcing him to listen to country music for the last half hour.

He leaned up against the bar while he waited, oblivious to some of the obvious leers he'd been receiving since he walked up to the bar and that followed him as he made his way over to the old juke box. As it turned out, there were a few fairly decent songs in the juke box, not many, but some. Dean popped all of his quarters into the juke box anyway, looping several songs over and over again. He was grinning to himself as the first of his picks began to play and would later blame the alcohol for not noticing the presence of the man standing over his shoulder until he felt the touch to his lower back.

At first, almost thinking it was Sam, but the voice in his ear definitely wasn't Sam's and he felt his blood turn to ice in his veins.

"Hey boy, just passing through?" The voice wasn't unfriendly, but the thick southern drawl was too similar to one he remembered. The much too friendly hand apparently taking his stillness for approval began to shift even lower. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Somehow that seemed to break his sudden paralysis and Dean jerked around so fast he stumbled right into the jukebox and might have fallen over in a drunken display of gracelessness if not for the man's hand curling around his bicep to steady him. Unfortunately right now the guy's touch, even a helpful one, was anything but welcome and only kicked up the irrational panic he was feeling another notch.

"Get your hand off me!" Dean snapped, trying to pull away, his hands curling into fists when the hold on his arm only tightened.

"Hey kid, take it easy…"

For vampires, alcohol was much the same as it was for humans. They could get as drunk as any human, but if they hadn't eaten recently, the alcohol lowered their control and let the animal have greater access to the outside world. A drunken vampire could be a very dangerous thing, particularly if they were hungry. Fortunately, Sam was not.

Sam was drinking slower than Dean. He certainly would like to get drunk tonight, but he would finish off his buzz back in the hotel room. While he had Jacob and Bobby to watch their backs, it was obvious Dean was going to get completely blitzed and one of them ought to have some semblance of sobriety while out in the open. Just in case. But there was no doubt he was beginning to feel the warmth of the alcoholic effects.

He couldn't deny he liked the fact that Dean reached across the table the get the salt, and used that excuse to slide closer to Sam, or when he laughed at some joke Jacob or Bobby made he inched himself a little closer still. It was subtle, it was comfortable, and soon Dean was pretty much right up against him, their thighs touching, sometimes their arms brushing, or their shoulders. Innocent but inviting. He smiled at the the animation he saw in the young hunter and seeing the fear drain away. This was probably a lot closer to the 'real' Dean than he had yet met. And he liked this relaxed Dean. A lot.

The young man's hand returned again and again to Sam's thigh and if he went any higher, he was going to be touching more than just leg muscle. Sam couldn't help but return the caresses. Yeah, like they were going to be stopping at first base tonight. Yeah, sure. Sam already had it in his mind that as soon as they got back to the room, and he was most certainly going to see if he couldn't get away with trying to carry Dean over the threshold, he was going to have Dean on his back on that bed and start kissing the daylights out of him. Where it went from there if Dean's touches were any indication, was a fairly rapid removal of clothes, a good third basing and then falling asleep in each other's arms. It was going to be a very good night. Okay, so maybe he wouldn't have time to get fully blitzed back in the room but he would much rather be making love to Dean than trying to finish off any desired buzz.

He laughed when Dean walked over to the bar a little unsteadily after his announcement about the juke box. The kid liked his rock music and apparently always had to be in control of it. He stopped laughing when he saw five women and two men watching him, obviously watching him with more than idle interest. Dean was blissfully, drunkenly, oblivious. As Dean headed to the juke box he saw one of the interested men nudge the other. There was a brief hesitation and then the large muscular man slid off the stool to follow Dean. Sam slid to the edge of the seat, a soft growl in his throat.

"Sammy," Jacob soothed. "Make a scene, draw attention. Cops. Newspapers. Everyone. Just help him back to the booth."

Sam's gaze snapped to Jacob, death in his eyes.

"Sam!" Jake snapped at him then hissed. "Do not draw attention."

Sam gave a final soft growl. Jake was right. Exhibiting more control than he thought possible at the moment, he pushed himself out of the booth and headed toward the jukebox. Dean was handsome and he couldn't really blame anyone for trying to hit on him, but the hickeys on Dean's neck, the hickeys Sam had given him, should have been clear signs the young man was already seeing someone. He saw the muscular man from the bar touch Dean's lower back, saw Dean stumble, and could smell his bloodmate's panicked scent from ten steps away. He was instantly at Dean's side. The fury that filled him, that anyone would dare touch his Dean, that anyone would scare his Dean, he kept under leash only because they were in public and the restaurant was pretty full. If there had been only a couple people around he might well have launched the offender into the distant wall. Jake's warning kept him under control. Barely. So instead of doing all of the things he wanted to do to the offender, he stepped up and caught Dean around the waist and put his leg between the stranger and Dean. He pulled Dean close.

"He's taken," Sam growled, feeling his fangs descend though he didn't show them. He took hold of the man's wrist, wanting nothing more than to crush it for daring to touch his lover, but Jake's words echoed in his head. He tugged the wrist lightly, his eyes daring the man to try to keep hold of Dean. His voice on the edge of dangerous, Sam added, "But he thanks you for the compliment."

Quickly letting go of Dean and looking up at the pissed off man—shit when was the last time he had to look up at anyone?--the man raised his hands in placation. "No offense meant, partner. Didn't realize he was with you," the man drawled. He eyed Sam's muscular frame appreciatively. "Either or both of you decide to hang around a bit and want some additional company, my buddy and I are usually around here in the evenings. Be glad to show you town," he offered, but eased back a step all the same.

"We won't be staying," Sam said. The muscle in his jaw flexed. "But thank you for the offer," he said as politely as he could manage.

Dean knew he should have been embarrassed, hell he’d go as far as to say humiliated, by Sam having to come to his rescue like he was some kind of damsel in distress. He was a hunter, god damn it. He could face down a werewolf, he could take care of one touchy feely redneck asshole. But instead he had panicked. The man’s voice, his demeanor, reminding the young man too much of… him… and he’d just panicked.

His heart was still knocking so hard against his chest it was amazing it didn’t burst free from his ribs all together even as Sam effectively removed the man’s hand from his arm and basically told him to fuck off. It was almost like Dean could still feel the asshole’s touch on him though, like a brand against his back and arm. Only it wasn’t the stranger’s hands he was feeling, because frankly, the guy had been harmless. It was the memory of another’s,others, hands he was feeling.

Rough hands gripping the back of his neck, shoving his face to the floor while equally bruising fingers dug into his hips, holding him in place as…

Suddenly there didn’t seem to be enough air in the room. It was all being sucked away from all the other people. Too many. Too many people looking at him. Laughing. Jeering. Encouraging the others as they… To hurt him more…

Dean’s fingers dug into Sam’s arm around his waist he would have been surprised if he didn’t draw blood but he couldn’t make himself stop.

“I want to go. Now.” He barely managed in a weak choked whisper.

Sam could smell Dean's increasing panic, even his terror. Dean's respirations came fast and shallow and bordered on hyperventilating. His heart was pounding so hard it was a wonder Sam could even identify the beats independently. He knew he could try to soothe Dean with words but knew he could offer a much more effective reassurance. Growling softly, he told his bloodmate that he was safe, that nothing would happen to him, that no one would touch him. He kept his arm firmly around Dean's waist, ignoring the way Dean's nails dug into him. He could small a hint of copper. Dean's grip was so tight he drew blood.

Sam glanced over at Jake and then meaningfully toward the door. Jake gave a nod. Whispering soft reassurances Sam guided Dean through the doors to the outside and over to Bobby's car. He pulled Dean into an embrace and just held him, growling and purring as he ran his hand over Dean's hair, stroking it slowly.

Sam’s soft growling reached him on a level beyond rational thought, in a way mere words probably couldn’t right now, considering his fear was anything but rational. Though the panic inside of him began to ease a little he knew he wouldn’t be all right again until they were out the door. Until they were far away from here. Away from everyone. Where it was just him and Sam again.

Actually getting to the door was awkward as hell, considering Sam didn’t release him from his hold and Dean wouldn’t let go. Not to mention he was drunk too, so that added to the stumbling. He probably looked like an idiot. A panicking idiot, at that. Dean didn’t give a damn at that point. He could be humiliated later. He just wanted to leave.

When they finally stepped outside he began to feel like he could breathe again, just a little bit. When Sam put his arms around him and pulled him close, Dean went willingly into the embrace. Not caring in the least that they were hugging in front of Bobby and Jacob and all the people inside the restaurant who were probably still staring at him through the windows. He didn’t care because the fear had finally begun to ease and he began to feel safe again in the other man’s arms.

Enough that he was already beginning to feel more embarrassed than terrified over the whole incident. Quickly following that was anger, at himself, not the redneck. If he couldn’t even stand up some over “friendly” guy hitting on him how the hell was he going to face the vampires who had actually…

“I’m pathetic…”

Sam chuckled softly. "No stealing my lines, Prince Charming."

He pulled Dean away from him enough that he could look into those green eyes. "We're both still on edge and pretty freaked. It hasn't even been a week since we escaped. Shit, Dean, in the past month, you got taken by vampires, almost turned into one, discovered a vampire fell in love with you, got taken again by vampires and raped and tortured. Freaking out over a stranger touching you? I think you have full rights to that and no way should you be embarrassed by it or think any less of yourself for it. If not for you, I'd probably still be hiding up in the cabin. If not for you, I would surely still be in the motel room. It's going to take us both time not to jump every time someone touches us, every time some sound is unfamiliar, or maybe too familiar, and spooks us. So long as we have each other, I think we'll be okay. Together, we'll learn to move past this. It just isn't going to heal up overnight and you can't expect it to. Once we get you back to your 'baby' I'll bet you'll feel a lot more like yourself. You'll have your weapons, your car, your clothes. Right now we're both still surrounded by things that are nothing but reminders of what happened to us."

He planted a light kiss on Dean's lips. "So stop being a girl, Belle."

Dean snorted softly at Sam’s comment about him stealing his lines. But he let the other man push him away. No matter how much he didn’t want to, he also knew he had to. He had to pull himself together, damn it. He didn’t want Bobby to come out of the restaurant and see him clinging to the vampire like a child terrified of the dark.

It was bad enough that he’d freaked out in the first place, in the middle of a crowded restaurant. But he had freaked out in front of Bobby and that was even worse. If Bobby had any suspicions about… what had been done to him… then the older man probably had little doubt now.

Somehow that just made everything that had happened to him worse. Maybe because if nobody knew, or if only Sam knew, then that meant it was easier for Dean to pretend, at least in front of others, that it had never happened. But he couldn’t pretend if every time he looked in Bobby’s eyes he’d see a flash of pity…

God damn it, he didn’t want to be a victim! He didn’t want anyone looking at him like one, he didn’t want anyone treating him like one.

Dean was pulled out of his inner thoughts by Sam’s soft kiss. Though the other man’s teasing him to stop acting like a girl, calling him Belle again, made him glare at the vampire. Though he was sure the effect was ruined by the small smile tugging at his lips in spite of himself. Realizing Sam was trying to irritate him to calm him down much like Dean himself had done in the car earlier.

“You are just asking for an ass kicking, Sammy.” Dean replied, remembering how much Sam disliked being called that and Jacob said it was one of the best ways to get the vampire irritated. Actually, Dean rather liked the way it rolled off his tongue, and if it irritated Sam, all the better. Turn about was fair play, especially when Sam kept referring to him as a god damned Disney girl character.

Sam could tell Dean was beginning to gather himself and recover from the incident. He laughed at the glare and even more at the smile he saw lurking on Dean's lips and the amusement in the young man's eyes. He returned Dean's glare when Dean called him Sammy. Damn Jacob for that, too.

"Not until I watch Bobby kick your ass. Twice. Besides, it would hardly be fair. Me being such a bad-ass hunter and all. You, well hell, you're practically just a newbie. A babe in the woods," Sam teased.

"Don't think that 'babe in the woods' can't kick your ass, Cristo," Bobby said gruffly, but gave Dean a wink as he walked up to the car. "After some of the bonehead moves you've made through the years, it's a wonder you survived this long."

Jacob jumped to Sam's defense, "Hey now, your boy is just as guilty! Seduced by a succubus! Or the time he went for a swim in a stream that just happened to have a nymph in it!"

"At least my boy wasn't a vampire that joined up with three other hunters to take down a vampire nest! It's a miracle he didn't get found out!"

"That's because he's a damned good hunter! And he's damned good at playing human!"

"I'd have figured him out soon enough," Bobby said confidently as he unlocked the car doors for everyone.

"My ass," Jacob retorted, handing Sam the tequila before sliding into the passenger's seat. "It's only hunters that spend a lot of time hunting vampires that can spot him."

"Then why is he such a recluse? Avoids other hunters when he can," Bobby asked.

"Duh! He doesn't get any older! That makes it kind of awkward."

Sam smirked at Dean. He had a feeling this was a continuation of an argument the two men had shared over the past days. "You'd think they were married," Sam murmured before getting into the car.

"No making out in the back seat, you two," Bobby scolded Sam and Dean. "Just so's you don't get any ideas."

Dean didn’t have time to reply to Sam’s “babe in the woods” comment before Bobby came out of the restaurant to “defend” him. The young hunter couldn’t help but snort in amusement when Jacob immediately leapt to Sam’s defense in return, even if he felt like groaning over what Bobby had obviously told the older man about him. Hey, that Succubus had one hell of a rack, and it wasn’t exactly his fault with the nymph either…

As the two went back and forth, pretty much ignoring the presence of him and Sam, Dean turned to the vampire and shrugged. Sam’s comment about Bobby and Jacob acting like an old married couple had Dean snorting so hard it almost hurt though.

He more fell into the car than anything, his body apparently remembering how drunk it was and Bobby’s comment about them not making out in the car only left Dean smirking rather than blushing as it might have any other time. Despite the older man’s warning however, as soon as Bobby turned back around Dean’s hand found its way once more to Sam’s thigh.

His fear of the incident bleeding away rapidly now that they were back in the car, heading back to the motel, he began to feel safe again. He wondered how much that had to do with the alcohol, or just Sam’s, Bobby’s, and even Jacob’s, presence with him. Most likely all of the above, but he was rather grateful that Jacob had brought along the second bottle of tequila, a little extra liquid courage never hurt, and he felt like he was definitely going to need it tonight.

Dean was still laughing at Sam's comment while Sam was settling into the back seat. As soon as Bobby had turned on the car Dean's hand was creeping up his thigh and he couldn't help but grin at Dean's obvious 'defiance' of Bobby's warning. He scooted himself closer to Dean and cupped Dean through his jeans. He was damned glad it was only a few blocks to the hotel or they absolutely would be blatantly making out, warning or not. The panic that had struck Dean at the restaurant was apparently evaporating quickly and Sam was determined to do everything in his power to ensure Dean completely forgot about it. He ran his hand caressingly up and down the young man's thigh, cupping and fingering Dean on every upstroke. Dean's own hand was being just as frisky and if Sam's jeans hadn't been so damned tight, he knew the intoxicated hunter would be trying to get his hand inside them.

Even though the drive was short the vampire had to bite back his moan of approval more than once as Dean's fingers rubbed his dick. When Bobby pulled into a parking spot at the hotel, they all got out. He saw Dean was still a bit unsteady on his feet. Handing the two bottles of liquor and his card key to Jacob, he waved him toward their room.

"I going to help him," he told Jacob. "I don't want Bobby reaching out to steady him and have Dean freak again," he said softly.

With a curt nod, Jacob followed Sam's request, setting the bottles on a table not far inside the door and putting the key beside them before walking out of the room, making sure the door stayed open.

Sam went to Dean's side and wrapped his arm around Dean's waist, nuzzling Dean's neck for a moment. He looked up to see Bobby's slight scowl. "We're not in the car any more," he pointed out innocently.

Bobby snorted and shook his head, the smirk tugging at his lips disappearing almost as fast as it had appeared. Sam guided Dean toward the door, making sure that any slight stumble Dean made, he was there to steady him. When they reached the door, Sam grinned and whispered in Dean's ear. "You're going to owe me two ass kickings."

He swept Dean up effortlessly and carried him across the threshold, crushing his lips to Dean's, silencing any complaints as he pushed the door closed with his foot.

Dean had barely managed to stifle a gasp when Sam’s hand cupped him boldly through his jeans. His cock beginning to swell a little even though Bobby, and Jacob, were right there in the front seat. All they would have to do was turn around, or look in the rear view mirror, see Sam palming his dick, and Dean knew he’d spontaneously combust from embarrassment. At the same time, he didn’t give a damn because his own hand quickly grew bolder. As Sam caressed his inner thigh and cock through his jeans his own fingers automatically began to mimic the caresses despite Bobby’s order. Hell, it might have been even hotter because of that, or maybe he was just drunker than he thought.

He was beginning to think so because when they stopped at the motel and everyone got out of the car, Dean was confused for a moment as to why Sam had stopped touching him. Dean managed to get out of the car and stand without tipping over and falling on his ass at least. He had to lean up against the car for support though until Sam came around to help him to the room.

Dean grinned up at the vampire and relaxed even more as Sam put his arm around him and began nuzzling his neck. In fact, Sam’s arm around him was probably the only thing that kept his knees from giving out and sliding to the ground. Mmmm, that felt good. Dean closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side a little to give Sam better access, an almost purr escaping his throat.

Then Sam was leading him away from the car and Dean really hated the fact that the other man had to stop doing that really nice thing to his neck on the way to the room. Huh? Two what? Then suddenly Dean’s world tilted a bit as the other man lifted him up into his arms, and before Dean could even squawk in protest Sam was kissing him and Dean instantly forgot he was being carried over the threshold like a chick, forgot that Bobby was there watching him get carried around and snogged, as he snogged the vampire right back. Wrapping his arms tightly around Sam’s neck and moaning into the other man’s mouth.

When Dean responded so readily to his kiss, he couldn't help but moan back, holding Dean a little tighter, a little closer as Dean's arms wrapped around his neck. Carrying Dean the half a dozen steps necessary he laid Dean down on the bed as his tongue plunged deeply into his lover's mouth. He tasted of dinner, of tequila, and of Dean and Sam couldn't have stopped the growl if he wanted to. He ran his hand under Dean's shirt, touching that hot flesh then moved his hand down to his groin, rubbing Dean's growing erection through his jeans.

Reluctantly he broke their kiss, when he could tell Dean needed to come up for air. He pulled Dean's arms away from his neck.

"Shh, wait a moment, Lover," Sam purred and forced himself to step away from Dean. He tore through the bags for the first aid supplies and found the KY. He didn't know if they were going to end up there, but if they did, neither were going to care about it so it needed to be at hand. He grabbed that, a pocket knife and the open bottle of tequila. Opening the cap he tossed back a long draught of the alcohol. He brought everything over and paused at the end of the bed, his eyes raking lustfully over the young hunter.

God, he looked so fucking delicious. The thought of fucking Dean had made him nervous before, afraid terrible memories would erupt, but right now, Dean was the only thing in his mind and just the thought of being inside Dean made him groan. He set the items he had retrieved on the bedside table and pulled off his shirt. He took another deep swig of the tequila and then set it aside as he couldn't stand not kissing those plump luscious lips any longer.

As he leaned in Dean's arms were immediately back around his neck and pulling him down. He went willing, his hand immediately going to Dean's groin and stroking that stiffening member. Suddenly he was on his back and Dean was on top of him and he wasn't quite sure how that happened, but he didn't care. He was feeling the warmth of the tequila beginning to spread its fingers inside him. He growled telling Dean clearly in that sound he wanted to fuck Dean or wanted Dean to fuck him. He didn't care. He just needed them together. He wanted nothing but them to exist in this moment and everything else forgotten.

Dean kissed Sam until dark spots began to flash in front of his eyes and he thought he might just pass out from lack of air but he wouldn’t care. In fact, when Sam finally broke their kiss, leaving Dean lying there in the bed, not really remembering how he’d even gotten there but not caring, gasping like a fish out of water, he could only moan in complaint as Sam loosened his hold around his neck. Dean’s eyes following the vampire hungrily and the only reason he stayed where he was, was because of Sam’s request he wait.

Sam didn’t make him wait long, thankfully. Soon Sam was back and if possible he watched Sam with even more heat burning in his eyes as the vampire drank deeply from the bottle of liquor. Dean’s eyes latched onto the movement of Sam’s throat, his own feeling dry all of a sudden as he licked his lips.

The vampire’s eyes on him were like a caress, and he knew his own gaze had to carry just as much weight as the other man stripped off his shirt. Dean’s eyes taking in every inch of that beautiful bare skin before watching Sam simply wasn’t enough anymore. He needed to touch him. Needed to feel him. Needed to forget about everything and everyone else. Remembering only Sam and Sam’s touch, no one else’s.

So when Sam finally returned Dean didn’t know if he was dragging Sam to him or if Sam was pushing himself closer. He didn’t know if he was crushing his lips against Sam’s or if Sam was devouring his mouth in a soul searing kiss. But it was definitely him who reversed their positions and suddenly he was straddling over Sam. Answering Sam’s growl with one of his own as he raked over the other man’s chest with his hands and eyes. Reluctantly pulling his hands away to practically tear off his own shirt, not caring where it landed, and then leaning over to grab the bottle of tequila Sam had placed nearby.

Dean took a long slow drink of the potent liquor, letting it pool and burn in his stomach, mingling with the burn of arousal already there. Licking his lips afterwards and smiling down at Sam as he tipped the bottle and let a little bit dribble out onto Sam’s chest. Watching as it ran along the groves of the other man’s muscles and pooled into his navel. Dean followed little rivers he’d made a second later with his tongue. Lapping up the little trails, licking the drops away from Sam’s nipples, and swirling his tongue in the other man’s belly button with a groan.

When Dean growled back, it went right through Sam and he answered with soft needy growls. Dean's hands running over his chest was absolute fire, pulling moans from him. He watched with lust filled eyes as Dean ripped off his shirt, exposing that fine muscular chest that Sam wanted to touch and kiss. He ran his hands along Dean's sides and looked on as Dean slowly drank the tequila. Seeing Dean's tongue as he licked his lips had Sam mirroring the action, wanting to twine his tongue with Dean's, wanting their mouths back together in a passionate kiss. He was ready to pull Dean down into just such a kiss when Dean dribbled the cold alcohol on Sam's chest, the young man's hot tongue following almost immediately. When his lover's tongue teased at his nipples he groaned and arched, wanting Dean to suck and play with them. Instead Dean's mouth traveled lower, lapping at the alcohol pooling on his stomach.

Sam ran his fingers through Dean's short hair, raking through the soft locks. He picked up the bottle and dribbled more onto his chest for his lover's delight, then took another long drink himself. He wondered briefly if he should have brought the second bottle over. They had nearly gone through this one. Dean was probably drunk enough and Sam was surely getting there.

He groaned as Dean's tongue drew long wet strokes across his chest, the man occasionally stopping to suck and nip. Sam was all purrs and growls, murmuring the young man's name as he arched into that talented mouth. He rolled his hips, seeking more pressure for his hardening cock. The thought of Dean riding his cock made him groan and growl with deeper desire.

If the liquor had tasted good before, it was definitely a hundred times better when mingled with the taste of Sam’s skin, Dean decided as he greedily licked the mess he’d made away from the other man’s chest in stomach. His eyes darting up when Sam took the bottle away from him and laughing softly when the vampire dribbled a little more for him onto his own chest and Dean immediately went to work lapping at the little pools between Sam’s well defined muscles. Taking his time and making sure to catch every single drop.

All he could smell was the liquor and Sam, all he could taste was tequila and the other man’s sweat on his tongue, and he wasn’t sure which was more intoxicating. Dean’s brain wasn’t just floating in alcohol anymore, it was drowning in it, but he certainly didn’t care. He just wanted to forget everything else but this. Hell, he didn’t even care if he forgot his own name, as long as he could have this one moment without pain, fear, regret, or humiliation…

Dean licked his way down Sam’s stomach until he finally reached the waistband of the other man’s jeans. Only then did he stop to look up at Sam, just to make sure that the other man wanted this as much as he did, before he reached for Sam’s fly and unbuttoned it. He tugged down Sam’s jeans and underwear without hesitation. The smell of sex, sweat, and Sam suddenly overpowering as the other man’s cock sprang free.

Fuck, he was so hard. So hot. Dean could practically feel that heat against his face he was so close, his breath panting across the thick length, as he stared up at Sam. Eyes locked with the vampire’s. Only wanting to see him. Only him.

“More.” Dean whispered, his eyes flickering briefly to the bottle before locking with Sam’s again.

Dean's hot breath and moist tongue across his stomach was almost torture. When Dean paused at his waistband of his jeans he saw the desire and lust filling Dean and knew his own eyes were surely as filled with want. Sam gave him a slow smile, watching under hooded lids as he took a long pull from the bottle. Seeing the young hunter at his groin, ready to expose him, ready to touch him was unbelievably hot and he felt his cock throb with need. He gave a nod, licking his lips in anticipation. As soon as Dean had his jeans undone he practically ripped them down Sam's hips and the vampire groaned as his bound cock was suddenly released, erect and ready. The whispering breath across his cock made his hips buck just a little. Dean's eyes on him, the look in them, was almost breath-taking.

More Dean begged. His eyes on the bottle made Sam smirk. Sam was definitely feeling the tequila at this point. "More tequila? Or more me?"

Sam exposed his fangs and bit into his wrist. He held the dripping wound over the mouth of the bottle. He finally stopped, licking slowly at his own wrist as he swirled the liquid inside the bottle. He handed the container down to Dean. "How about both?"

Dean snorted softly at Sam’s question, but his amusement faded when the vampire exposed his fangs and bit into his own wrist. The scent of Sam’s blood joining the others already driving him crazy with lust and if possible making him even hotter, even harder, wanting more. Yes, he wanted more of Sam, damn it. He wanted so much fucking more. He wanted to taste Sam’s skin. He wanted to taste his cock. Feel how hot he was in his mouth. Feel him throb and pulse against his tongue. His come. He wanted to know if it was just as amazing as the taste of Sam’s blood. He wanted to lick and swallow around Sam’s hot flesh until he screamed in pleasure and spilled down his throat.

His eyes remained fixed on Sam’s wrist and the small trickle of blood as it dripped into the bottle, mixing with the liquor. Dean almost didn’t take the bottle when Sam offered it to him. Wanting instead to lick away the blood directly from Sam’s wrist, but he managed to tear his eyes away. Taking the bottle and lifting it to his lips. Licking away the small trip from the rim before swallowing down a mouthful of the blood laced liquor.

The second it hit his tongue Dean couldn’t have stopped the near obscene moan that broke from his throat even if he tried. The first swallow burned its way so sweetly down his throat and filled his stomach with a fire far more potent than the tequila alone could ever offer.

“Fuck…” Dean gasped and it was all he could do to steady himself and not swoon as he licked his lips and looked up at Sam. Breathing harder if it were possible and if he’d had any doubts about what he was about to do they were completely and utterly erased now.

With a small grin, Dean tilted the bottle again over Sam but this time over the other man’s hips and groin area. Barely waiting until the liquor had splashed against the other man’s skin before Dean lowered his head to lap it away. Licking at the hollows of Sam’s hips and trailing his tongue down one of his inner thighs and then up the other, slowly inching closer and closer to the other man’s cock.

Dean nuzzled against Sam’s sack first with a soft groan. He licked and sucked on one of Sam’s balls first and then the other, his fingers digging into the other man’s thigh tightly to keep Sam from bucking. He wasn’t sure he could handle Sam fucking into his mouth yet. But that didn’t stop Dean from licking his way up the underside of the vampire’s hard flesh. Tasting the tequila first, and then the blood, and beneath that the hot heady taste of Sam’s flesh and it was an absolutely exquisite mixture. Still it was nothing compared to when he flicked his tongue over the tip of Sam’s shaft and the sharp taste of the other man’s precome exploded over his tongue.

Fuck, he could come in his jeans just from this, Dean realized as he swirled his tongue around and around, playing with the head of his lover’s cock.

The desire in Dean's eyes were clear as he debated between the offered bottle and the bleeding wrist. When the young man took the bottle, Sam's gaze was fixed on Dean's tongue as he licked away a stray drop of blood on the bottle's rim. It was so fucking sensual to watch. The groan that broke from Dean with his first taste of the spiked tequila made Sam's cock pulse and the amazed look on Dean's face was priceless. The jump Sam smelled in Dean's arousal made him growl in pleasure. He briefly bared his fangs to Dean as Dean panted from the taste of liquor and blood, a promise if Dean wanted it.

When the cold liquid drizzled over his hips and groin Sam couldn't help but flinch from its chill but when Dean began licking it all away again he moaned loudly. He wanted Dean to touch him, to suck him off, anything. Sam threw his head back and gave a growled purr as the young man's mouth began teasing his sack. The hunter had to hold him still because if he didn't Sam would be trying to fuck air. Finally, finally Dean's tongue was on his cock and he practically writhed under the moist touch. When the young hunter's tongue tasted him and danced around his sensitive crown Sam groaned his lover's name.

"Oh Jesus, Dean," Sam moaned as he tried to fuck up into that hot teasing mouth. He was so hard and his precome was practically a steady thin stream. His hands went to Dean's head, twisting his fingers in the young man's hair. "Please," Sam keened softly, "suck me off, Lover. Let me feel your mouth on me. Suck me off and let me come."

If it hadn't been Dean he would have never let anyone get so close, so intimate. If it wasn't Dean, the thought of being given a blow job almost sickened him. But it was Dean. Those precious plump lips, that teasing tongue, those lust filled eyes, all coupled with the smell of everything Dean, his bloodmate, made him feel safe.

God, Sam was so fucking needy.

Dean could feel it in the tension in the muscles beneath his hands, the desperation in every sound the vampire made, the way Sam’s cock pulsed and throbbed against his tongue, so hard it had to hurt, and weeping at the slit. The sense of power that swept over him, knowing he had driven Sam to this very state, had to be wrong. But knowing that he could continue to tease and play with his lover like this, listening to Sam beg as he writhed beneath his hands and tongue made him so damned hot he could barely believe it. Barely believe that Sam could make him feel this way, after everything… God, Sam was so fucking beautiful…

The fingers that suddenly twined in his hair shocked Dean for a moment, and if he had been any less drunk, able to think about anything other than the need driving them both, then he might have freaked out at the sensation. Too much like… but in reality it wasn’t. Sam wasn’t holding him in place, he wasn’t applying any pressure to the back of his head, or holding him there. Sam’s hands weren’t demanding, they were pleading, and Dean knew he could pull away any time he wished. Despite Sam’s strength, despite Sam’s need, he knew Sam wouldn’t keep him there.

Dean smiled, looking up at the other man through his eyelashes as he ran his tongue teasingly from the base of Sam’s cock to his tip one more time before finally giving in to his lover’s desperate pleas. Parting his lips he let Sam’s cock slip past them, taking the other man’s crown into his mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue around the head like a lollipop for a few long torturous moments before he allowed Sam to slide in deeper.

He didn’t take the other man all the way down. He couldn’t, didn’t want to chance it, not knowing how it would make him react feeling Sam in his throat cutting off his air. But that didn’t mean he was going to do this half assed either. He kept his lips tight around Sam as he began to bob his head, sliding them up and down the hard shaft and caressing Sam with his tongue as he sucked him so hard that his cheeks hollowed. One of his hands leaving Sam’s hips to wrap around that beautiful hard cock to steady it and stroke what wouldn’t fit in his mouth. His own spit and Sam’s precome slicking the hot length and making it easier for him to jack and suck his lover off.

Dean kept his eyes open the whole time. Wanting to see, needing to see, Sam and savoring the other man’s every reaction.

When Dean took him in his mouth he growled deeply but for a moment that growl stuttered. He remembered the mouth that deep-throated him, he remembered the lips that went all the way to the base of his thick cock. His hands left Dean's hair and dug into the sheets in a moment of panic. He looked down at Dean, a flash of terror surely in his eyes as Dean took in his crown, toying with it, then took Sam a little deeper. Sam couldn't stop the moan but wanted to tell Dean that was far enough, not to go any further, but just as he'd groaned like a good fuck for the vampires, he couldn't get any words out past the carnal sounds he was making. But it was as if Dean knew, sensed his sudden fear and onslaught of memories. When Dean began to suck on him, his mouth sliding up and down, He didn't take Sam deep, but just deep enough to make it perfect. The fear and memories evaporated as he watched his lover working on his hard dick.

Dean's warm hand began caressing his shaft and Sam shut his eyes briefly, relishing the pleasure. It was Dean. His lover. That hot mouth sucking him hard, that firm hand stroking him confidently. He reopened his eyes, latching his gaze onto Dean. So fucking gorgeous. His hips began to thrust of their own accord and Dean matched his pace, keeping it steady, keeping him so damned hard it hurt. It was heaven. He knew his face had to reflect just how good it felt because he saw Dean grin just before beginning to work him harder. He dig his nails into the bed sheets for an entirely different reason now.

"Yes, oh yes," Sam moaned. Dean worked him, kept him on the edge for what felt like forever ever so slowly increasing his pace. Sam was covered in a thick sheen of sweat and god-damned if it wasn't the best fucking blow job he had gotten in a long time. Periodically his head fell back as sounds of pleasure spilled from his mouth, the he would lift his head, hungrily watching as Dean kept working on him, kept sucking him, kept jacking him.

"Bring me," Sam almost yelled as he began thrusting faster under Dean's skilled guidance. His growls had grown demanding and even begging. He knew he was going to come so fucking hard…when Dean finally decided to let him come...

He could tell how much Sam was loving this and Dean almost didn’t want to stop, even if his jaw was getting a little sore and he knew neither of them was going to last for much longer. But it felt so… good. Dean hadn’t felt this close to anyone in such a long time. Yeah, he’d had sex. He’d fucked. He’d done a hell of a lot more with random chicks all across the country, but it had never felt like this. Half the time his own right hand felt more satisfying. But this… this was so different. This was so much more and now that he’d had a taste of it (so to speak) he didn’t think he would be able to give it up.

Dean gradually worked Sam harder and faster, loving every sound of pleasure the other man made, every growl and purr. Yeah, it was inhuman, but Dean didn’t give a fuck. He loved it. He loved how Sam began to thrust gently into his mouth. He loved how the other man trembled beneath his hand and how Sam’s scent seemed to grow even more potent, his taste more intense, as he got closer and closer to his release. He loved the look in Sam’s eyes every time they met his own, looking at him like he was giving the other man the greatest gift in the world.

After everything that Sam had given him, it was the least Dean could give in return.

When Sam began begging to bring him off, Dean worked him harder still with his lips, tongue, and hands. His other hand slipping between Sam’s legs to cup and caress his balls, feeling them tighten under his touch. He knew Sam was so fucking close, he could taste it on his tongue.

At the last second, Dean pulled his mouth off of Sam, feeling the first splash of the other man’s semen against his chin as he continued to work him with his hand. While a part of him, a big part, mourned not tasting his lover while he came, he knew he couldn’t… not now. Everything had been so good, he did not want to risk ruining it.

Instead he kissed up Sam’s quivering stomach as he gentled his strokes on the other man’s pulsing flesh. He rubbed Sam’s dick against his chest and stomach as he crawled back up the length of Sam’s body. Blanketing the other man, and feeling his spasms through his whole body, making him moan softly even as they began to ease to gentle tremors. Finally pressing his lips to his lover’s in a long lingering kiss.

Those fingers playing with his balls just pushed him that much closer and he knew he was damned close to coming. His muscle tightened suddenly as he arched and came with a shout. Dean had pulled off at the last second, but who the fuck cared? It would have been good…he thought…maybe…to come in Dean's mouth, to shoot his seed down Dean's throat, but he really didn't want a reminder smacking him up side the head and he wasn't entirely sure it wouldn't have bothered him. His come showered his stomach and he twitched and groaned in the after shocks. Dean let him down slowly and that was just perfect too.

The feel of Dean's lips on his stomach sent fresh little shocks through him and as Dean slunk up Sam's body, the pressure the young man put on his dick had him purring. When Dean's lips reached his own he welcomed the kiss, kissing Dean back as gently and lovingly.

"You are beyond awesome," Sam whispered in his ear contentedly and he wrapped his arms around the young man. He was happy to just lay there and kiss the man for a bit. Finally, he began nuzzling Dean's neck, licking and gently sucking, not trying to leave a hickey, just enjoying Dean's taste. He ran his hands up and down Dean's back, then slowly slid one hand beneath the waistband of Dean's pants, running his hand over the downy skin with a soft moan.

"So soft," Sam purred.

His other hand he snaked between them and undid the button on the jeans as he nipped lightly at Dean's neck in distraction. He opened the zipper only enough to allow him to slip his other hand under the waistband to caress Dean's other cheek.

He gave a long lick up Dean's neck and to the bottom of his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. "You taste so good," Sam sighed.

Dean couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at Sam’s words, and smiled down at the vampire with no small amount of smugness. At least until Sam began kissing him again, nuzzling against his neck, and running his hands up and down the length of his body and Dean sighed as he melted into the caresses.

Though Sam calling him “soft” as he pet his ass made the young man chuckle again, but he was feeling too good right now to complain. Much anyway.

“Soft huh? I wouldn’t call it that.” Dean said, grinning, as he pressed his hips down against the other man for emphasis.

Sam’s lips against his throat and the gentle squeezing making him pant and moan. Making him all too aware of his erection and his own unfulfilled desire as he arched and rubbed himself against Sam. Knowing he was making an absolute mess of his jeans, rubbing them against Sam’s come slick thighs and stomach, but not really giving a damn.

“Fuck… Sam, so good…” Dean moaned as he pushed back into his lover’s hands and rubbed himself harder against the other man.

When Dean ground down against his still sensitized cock, Sam groaned into Dean's neck. He could clearly feel Dean's need through the rough material as the man rutted against him. With a sudden twist, Sam was on top, looking down at his lover. The glimmer of come that had splashed the under side of Dean's chin caught his attention. He licked it away, moaning approvingly at the sweet taste of his seed mixed with Dean's sweat. That cleaned away, he licked across Dean's delicious lips, lips made all the plumper from the blow job Dean had given him. He kissed Dean thoroughly, savoring the taste of Dean and the tequila as he investigated every inch of Dean's mouth with his tongue, reaching between them to finish unzipping Dean's come-covered pants. Nipping Dean's lower lip with his fangs, he bit just hard enough to draw a few beads of blood. Licking them away gently, he groaned as the taste filled his mouth.

"As delicious as you are beautiful," Sam purred.

Sucking on Dean's lower lip, his hands went to Dean's nipples, toying with them. Finally satisfied he had found every niche in Dean's mouth he moved his own lips back down to Dean's throat, licking and sucking as he went. He played his tongue in the hollow of Dean's throat before moving to Dean's left nipple, licking away any smeared come he came across. Dean had made quite a mess of himself, dragging his body up along Sam's, and Sam was more than happy to lap up that cooling seed. He rubbed himself against Dean's still bound erection teasingly. Purring louder, he sucked and nipped, letting his fangs scrape along Dean's skin, biting lightly but never breaking the skin. After thoroughly working Dean's left nipple, he shifted his attention to the one on the right, using his fingers to rub the one he had just abandoned. He ground his hips down against the young man's and held him there. He didn't want Dean coming before he was ready for Dean to come. He began running his hands up and down Dean's sides slowly, then began moving lower as he licked and sucked, careful to give attention to Dean's ribs, then his abdomen, and then his navel. Pausing at the young man's belly button, he sucked as he flicked his tongue down inside and groaned softly, teasing and toying with it watching Dean's face, enjoying every sound Dean made.

Watching Dean through his lashes, he slid his hands under Dean's pants along the hips and slowly pulled down his pants. Hungrily he eyed Dean's tented undershorts, but he had one more thing in mind first. He ran his mouth along the erection still hidden behind the white briefs as he slowly spread Dean's legs. He began sucking and licking high on the young hunter's inner thigh in that oh so sensitive area just before it melded into his groin. He nipped and sucked at it and finally began to numb it with his saliva. Looking up at Dean he exposed his fangs, then flicked his eyes down to the area he had just given such attention to, before bringing his gaze back to Dean's, his eyes silently asking for permission.

Dean made a sound surprisingly like a squeak that he would deny to his dying day when Sam suddenly flipped them both over, but the young man certainly wasn’t about to complain. He grinned as Sam licked at his jaw and then moaned into Sam’s mouth when the vampire kissed him. Offering him the taste of his seed along with his already addicting taste of his lips and tongue. Dean gasped softly when he felt the sharp bite of Sam’s fangs to his lip, and the warm taste of blood joined their kiss making Dean moan again.

“You get sappy as hell when you’re drunk…” Dean commented between kisses with a grin, even though that wasn’t entirely true. Sam was just as sappy when he was stone cold sober.

He arched beneath the other man when Sam began playing with his nipples and tilted his head back to give his lover better access as the vampire’s soft licks and bites moved down his neck. It felt so good, felt so damned good. Sam’s hands. Sam’s kisses. Sam’s licks. Sam’s teeth. It was all so perfect. The other man seemed to know exactly what to do to make Dean squirm and force sounds of pleasure that might have embarrassed him at any other time out of his throat.

“Yes, fuck…” The young man gasped as Sam’s mouth began to tease his already sensitive nipples. Sam’s lower body pushing down against him so hard he was pinned to the mattress and couldn’t even buck up against the other man to relieve some of the pressure on his groin.

“Please, shit, Sam please…” He began to beg, unashamed, as he squirmed beneath the other man’s weight. His whole body on fire and his cock a painful brand of heat by the time the vampire finally took pity on him and pulled down his jeans. Releasing him finally from the tight confines, and Dean lifted his head to watch. Unable to stop himself from bucking up with a groan against Sam’s mouth when the other man teased him through his underwear that was already a damp mess from his own leaking fluids.

He spread his legs eagerly at the other man’s encouragement, a gasping moan breaking from his lips as Sam began to nuzzle and kiss and suck at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh so damned close to his cock. Seeing Sam expose his fangs surprised him for a moment and his heart rate kicked up, but when he realized what Sam wanted to do, it was all Dean could do not to come at the very thought. Fuck, just the feeling of Sam sucking on his neck…

“Yes…” Dean finally managed to whisper, nodding at the same time just in case he wasn’t clear enough, as his fingers gently combed through Sam’s soft hair at the back of his head.

Sam grinned at the look on Dean's face when he realized what Sam was offering. The thigh could be tricky business, but no more so really than the neck. Both had major veins. Sam wanted to be certain to bite so it would cause Dean little to no discomfort when walking. Sam nuzzled and licked carefully, feeling out the muscles with his tongue, feeling the throb of the blood in his femoral vein. Satisfied he had traced out what he needed to, he exposed his fangs fully and sank his teeth into Dean's flesh. He groaned at the new sensations of pressure put on his fangs. Different density of flesh, different muscles shifting and putting different stresses on his teeth. He regretted that one thing for Dean, that Dean could never know what it was like to truly bite someone, what the pressure against a vampire's fangs felt like for a vampire.

He sucked and licked, teasing out drops of blood as he ran one hand along Dean's outer thigh and the other along Dean's stomach, keeping the young man from thrashing too much. He could feel his own cock beginning to grow heavy again as he growled his pleasure, and Dean's moans only made his growls grow deeper. He could smell Dean was growing closer and closer to coming, but he didn't want Dean coming while Sam had his fangs buried in Dean's inner thigh. That would risk hurting Dean and he would never do that. The vampire finally extracted his teeth, sucking a bit at the wound as he licked it to help the wounds close over, swallowing the oozing blood down, savoring the explosion of flavor every drop left on his tongue. Satisfied the wound was tended he wasted no time in pulling Dean's briefs down and immediately slid him mouth over Dean's crown, eagerly cleaning away the generous precome soaking its tip, teasing and probing the slit with the tip of his tongue. He rubbed his hands over Dean's hip bones and hips and then, locking his gaze on Dean's face, he took Dean in deeper and began to purr.

The nuzzling and licking was driving him crazy, as was the anticipation of feeling Sam’s bite there on his inner thigh. It was a little amazing how much the thought of the vampire biting him turned him on, even after everything. He was a hunter, after all. He knew enough about vampires, knew they were nothing like their Hollywood counterparts that had women swooning, and the thought of one biting him should have turned him off faster than imagining Bobby in a tutu. Again, was it the whole “blood mate” thing? Or another side effect of the “cure”?

He didn’t know why he cared. He was really too drunk right now to care. It didn’t really matter either way. Besides, it was certainly only Sam that made him feel this way. The thought of another vampire biting him certainly didn’t turn him on in the least. In fact, he would have been drawing a machete before he allowed any other vampire to get within twenty feet of him.

Yet when Sam’s fangs finally sank into his inner thigh Dean inhaled sharply and let it out in a long low moan. The pressure and sucking, feeling the vampire’s fangs in a place that seemed so much more intimate than his neck, was bringing him right to the edge. Sam’s gentle caresses to his thigh and stomach the only thing to keep him from bucking up and fucking air.

“Sam… fuck yeah… so good…” Dean found himself muttering between pants as his fingers continued to comb through Sam’s hair. When he felt Sam’s fangs pull out he whimpered in complaint, damn it, he was so close. But then the vampire was tugging down his underwear and Sam’s lips and tongue were on his leaking shaft in a second, giving him a whole different kind of pleasure. His fingers tightened in the other man’s hair uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck, Sam, yeah… HOLY FUCK!” Dean found himself practically choking on his gasped shout as the other man took him deeper with little preamble and purred around his cock. The vibration seeming to travel to every sensitive nerve ending in his body and if Sam wasn’t holding his hips he would have bucked hard, probably too hard, but he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself.

“Sam… oh god, I’m… SAM!” He tried to warn, tugging on Sam’s hair a little, but he was already so damned close he couldn’t stop himself from coming hard, shouting his lover’s name.

Watching his lover's face transform into shocked pleasure had Sam smiling to himself. Hearing Dean simply coming undone as he purred made his own cock pulse in anticipation. If he hadn't been holding Dean firmly, expecting the young man's reaction, he'd likely be all but choking on Dean's cock. Dean's finger's knotted in his hair, but that was okay, he expected it. That it was his lover's hands made it right. He felt Dean try to warn him but he could smell it, hear the jump in Dean's already pounding heart, feel the muscles begin to tighten and he took Dean deeper in that instant, wanting, no needing Dean to come in his mouth. He needed to taste his bloodmate, needed to eradicate the flavor memories of all those vampires who had fucked his mouth, those who tasted of cruelty and hate and lust. He wanted only the memory taste of his bloodmate, the joy, the innocence, the love.

He swallowed the hot spunk, drinking it down eagerly, it mixing with the blood of his lover in his mouth and stomach was its own sweet ecstasy. When those feeling practically overwhelmed him, his own seed shot free again. His purr heightened into a growl as he continued to suck and pump his lover's cock as his own pulsed, shaking him, Sam feeling nothing but pleasure. He pulled spurt after spurt from Dean as the man writhed until he had nothing more to give. Sam couldn't help the soft purrs in the back of his throat as he let Dean down slowly. He finally pulled off of Dean's softened shaft with an audible pop.

He grinned at Dean and crawled up the young man's sweat drenched body. He kissed Dean hungrily through the gasping pants as Dean tried to recover. He finally pushed himself up and looked down on the hunter, gently cupping the man's cheek and lightly running his thumb over Dean's lower lip where Sam had bit him.

"So what do you think of a blow job given by a vampire? We don't purr for just anyone you know."

Dean was completely undone by the pleasure washing over him in waves. He was completely unable to think, just feel. The heat of Sam’s mouth, his tongue, the vibrating purrs and growls driving him absolutely crazy, writhing and bucking beneath the vampire. Crying out wordlessly as Sam continued to work on his pulsing cock, swallowing everything Dean gave and pulling more out of him than Dean thought was possible. Especially given all the time they’d spent in the shower earlier.

He almost didn’t think it was going to end, it seemed to go on for so long. Wave after wave of intense pleasure that was almost too much but at the same time not enough. Eventually he began to come down however, Sam easing him down slowly. He felt completely wrung out, boneless, yet at the same time his whole body seemed to continue to vibrate even after his cock had softened in the other man’s mouth and his lover finally released him.

He could only lay there, panting and occasionally shaking with an aftershock that rippled through his body. Dean didn’t even realize he’d closed his eyes at some point until he slit them open as Sam crawled back up the length of his body.

The far too pleased grin on the vampire’s face making Dean grin as well in spite of himself. He let his arms slide around the other man’s shoulders, running his palms down Sam’s back, and moaned into the heated kisses he was given. He was far too spent however to get aroused again, even if he wanted to. At Sam’s question, Dean couldn’t help the bark of breathless laughter that escaped him.

“I think you sucked out my brains.” Dean replied.

Sam arched a little against Dean's warm touch, enjoying it as the man's hands roamed over his back.

Sam chuckled softly. "Guess I better be careful in the future. Don't know you have that much to spare," he teased. He yawned and rolled off Dean. They were both a bit of a mess, but he was too tired to care. He ran his hand gently along the side of Dean's face, then ran his fingers through Dean's hair as he stared lovingly into Dean's eyes. Kissing Dean again, this time softly, he still found purrs in the back of his throat. The purring wasn't always something he could control without a lot of concentration. Not when he was tired and not when he was happy. And he was definitely both at the moment. The young man seemed to like his purrs and growls and he wondered if it was because they were bloodmates, or if Dean just liked it. He had told Dean he would have fallen in love with him even if they weren't bloodmates. He supposed that wasn't entirely true. He had been attracted to his beauty, to his soulful eyes, to the same feelings of loneliness that seemed to roll off the man that Sam knew. At that point, the deep attraction was there. The blood mate issue was simply the final straw. He was looking truly forward to discovering the man's secrets, to see what the 'real' Dean Winchester was like. Being bloodmates he would surely forgive more incompatibilities than he might otherwise, but honestly, he had had enough lovers through the years that it would take a lot to make him decide he couldn't share his life with the man.

That was when he reminded himself that Dean refused to make such a commitment. His purring faded and he snuggled up to Dean. Live in the now, he told himself firmly. Take what ever Dean offered. With the life the man led, commitment to anything but the hunt might be very hard. And he had to be frank. He was one of the huntables. Even being one of the 'good guys', he was still a vampire. He was still supernatural, and the source from which he sprang was still evil. Maybe after Dean saw the 'real' Sam Cristo, he would turn away. Sam could be ruthless. He gave no quarter when on a hunt. How would Dean feel if they went on a hunt together against vampires and saw Sam behead the monsters and then suck down their blood from their headless bodies? Jessica had always stepped out at that point. Elizabeth had accepted it, but it still had bothered her at some level, he knew that.

Live in the now, he chastised himself yet again as he slowly closed his eyes. His purrs returned as he let himself slowly drift off to sleep in his lover's arms.

Dean snorted softly and poked the other man in the ribs with a mild glare. Unfortunately it was a very mild glare. In fact, he probably looked embarrassingly dreamy rather than annoyed. So he settled for sticking his tongue out at the vampire.

He was far less annoyed, more disappointed than anything, when the other man finally rolled off of him. He missed Sam’s warmth and the weight of the vampire over him immediately. Then Sam made him completely forget why he was annoyed, or at least pretending to be annoyed, when the other man kissed him again slowly and thoroughly.

Now that he was sated and practically boneless where he laid, Dean wasn’t sure he could move anymore even if he wanted to. His eyes were heavy and growing heavier by the minute. He didn’t even care that he was covered in sweat and mostly Sam’s come, and it was going to be sticky and uncomfortably dried on his skin by morning.

Dean smiled again sleepily when Sam snuggled back up against him, and he slid his arms around the vampire again. He thought briefly about covering up, but then decided it wasn’t worth moving off the sheets they were laying on top of. Sam was comfortable enough of a blanket anyway.

When Sam started purring against his neck again, Dean couldn’t help but turn his head slightly and brush his lips across the other man’s forehead.

“Love you…” He whispered softly without even realizing it, drifting off to sleep almost before the quiet words left his lips.