Bobby was just finishing taking his leak when Dean walked in, pale and obviously shaken. What the hell? Had another guy made some move on him? Then where the hell was Sam? Playing guard dog at the door?

Bobby wanted to rest his hand on Dean's back, try to reassure him about whatever had the boy all tied up in knots. Again. He wished he could, but he knew only Sam had that privilege right now and if he tried, Dean might well just go sailing over whatever edge he was clinging to. And break Bobby's arm in the process. Where was that god-damned vampire?! He almost snorted. Him. Wishing for Dean's love-smitten vampire to come in and make everything okay for his boy. Well, whatever took care of helping Dean through this horrible time.

"You okay, Son?" Bobby asked softly, moving up beside him. "What happened?"

*

Jacob gave Sam a five count before following after. He caught up to Sam at Bobby's car, where the vampire leaned against the front fender, the coffee sitting on the hood. The sun was bright and Jacob could tell Sam was uncomfortable in it, not that he would ever admit it.

"Hey, Sammy," Jacob said softly, leaning against the fender beside him.

"Don't," Sam choked out, looking out across the parking lot. "Just don't. Dammit, you'd think I was some fucked up love-sick puppy. I can't do anything right. Could I have laid on a heavier guilt trip? If he doesn't love me, if he doesn't want to stay with me, he's going to feel about an inch tall, knowing how much it'll kill me if he leaves. If he stays, how will I know it's not because I've guilted him into it? He may like me, might like the sex, but once he gets back on his feet…"

Jacob crossed his arms and looked out in the same direction as Sam, absently watching the traffic go by on the two lane highway. "Bobby told me after Dean was raped, he didn't get over it for a long time. Maybe didn't ever really get over it. Guess he'd always been a bit of ladies man until then, but when his dad harassed him enough, he finally started dating women and pretended everything was okay."

"I'd like to kill the bastard who did that to him," Sam growled.

"Too late. Apparently John Winchester tracked the man down already. Nothing was left of that man once Dean's father got done with him. Well, between him and Bobby, nothing was left.

"When John died," Jacob continued, "Dean got drunk, wrecked his precious Impala, wrapping it around a tree. He blames himself for his dad's death."

"I know."

"He'd put down one black dog and didn't know its mate was around. He was trying to switch out clips when the second dog came in. John pushed Dean out of the way and it ripped John's throat out. Dean killed it, but his dad died in his arms. Bobby said ever since then, Dean's just kind of been going through the motions. He hunts. Gets laid. Listens to his rock music. Sleeps. Then finds the next hunt. And still worries about whether or not his father would be proud of him."

Sam gave a half-laugh. "I worry about Stasi being proud of me. I get that."

"And you blame yourself for Michael and Lizzie and Jess dying."

Sam's dark eyes turned to Jacob. "Leave that alone, Jake. They were my fault." He clenched his jaw. "If I had a fucking half a brain, I would just leave before I get Dean killed too. I've done nothing but screw up his life and screw up his head. He's a god-damned hunter and I'm a vampire. It just doesn't get…"

"Lizzie was a hunter too!" Jake interrupted. "That's no excuse. God dammit Sam, you're both screwed up from all of this. Will you just try to take a deep breath and stop worrying so much? Dean loves you. That's as apparent as the nose on your face. You just have to give him time, maybe even time away from you, for him to figure it out. Maybe he won't be your one and only, but he'll be a damned loyal friend and probably a really good fuck buddy if nothing else. You always were so all or nothing, throw everything you are into every situation. You badgered me to no end, getting me back on my feet. Which I'm grateful for but I have to admit, Sam, I was always a little glad you never looked at me like you looked at Lizzie or Jess. You're always so damned intense about everything. You would think you would learn to kick back and relax a little after all these years of living."

Sam dug the toe of his shoe into the gravel as Jacob ranted at him. He couldn't deny any of it. It was what made him a damned good hunter. He got obsessed about things and wouldn't let them go…like Dean. Shit. It so wasn't fair to the young man. Sometimes he wished he was a chick so he could blame his foot-in-the-mouth emo moments on hormones.

"I don't think I can handle fourteen hours in a car with Dean if I've screwed this up as badly as I probably have."

Jacob rolled his eyes. "For god's sake, Sammy, grow up. Say you're sorry for being so intense, that being up in the day makes you a little crazy sometimes or something. Now go sit your ass down in the shade. And give me forty bucks."

Sam scowled but took out the money. "Why am I giving you forty dollars?"

"Hey, therapy ain't cheap," Jacob said with a grin. He shoved Sam. "Go get out of the sun. They have baseball caps and sunglasses at the register. I'm going to get you some, okay? And pick up some sugar and crème for our coffees. And a few other things. Actually, give me another forty."

Sam just shook his head, snatched back the money he had already given Jacob and handed him a hundred dollar bill instead. "I didn't get all that much money out, Jake. Don't spend it like it's endless."

"And I know how rich you are. So don't give me that shit."

Sam left the coffee on the hood and walked with Jake back to the restaurant where he stepped into the shade near the door. It was a relief to get out of the sunshine.

"Don't you get any ideas of running off," Jacob scolded him. "'Tween me and Bobby, we can kick your blood-sucking butt from here to Atlantic City and back again."

Sam nodded wearily and sank to the ground, planting his back against the wall.

Dean straightened and mentally cursed when he heard Bobby’s voice next to him. It wasn’t as though he’d forgotten that the older man had gone to the bathroom before him… ok, so maybe he had forgotten a little, but he’d had other things on his mind.

Damn it. He hated Bobby seeing him like this. Like he was falling apart. Cracking up. Going to pieces. Whatever you wanted to call it. All because of Sam. At the same time Sam seemed to be the only thing holding him together.

He was so fucking confused.

Dean took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He opened his eyes but didn’t look at himself in the mirror, focusing on Bobby’s reflection instead. He forced himself to release his death grip on the sink and straightened a little.

At first Dean opened his mouth to tell Bobby he was fine, that nothing was wrong, but he found he couldn’t force the lie out of his throat. Not that Bobby would have believed him anyway. He might have let the matter go, not wanting to push him, but he wouldn’t believe him. Dean sighed again.

“I just… I don’t know what to do, Bobby.” Dean finally forced himself to say and once he admitted the truth aloud it was like a dam broke and he couldn’t stop.

“I… Sam… I’ve never felt like this for anyone, especially not a dude, and Sam cares… so damned much… When we’re… you know… everything feels right. The longer we’re together the more it feels right, but I don’t know if it’s the whole blood thing… or everything else. If it’s going to go away… or…”

Dean swallowed hard.

“He doesn’t want me to leave and I don’t want to leave, but… I don’t know if I can give him what he wants. Everyone around me gets hurt or dies, Bobby, and… “ The young man’s voice broke a little before he continued.

“He’s always going to be like this, look like this, he already looks younger than me, and in thirty or forty years I’m going to be, well, old. He’s still going to look the same and what if he doesn’t want me anymore then? Or what if he fucking does, Bobby? How can he possibly want to stay with me when I’m eighty and he’s still…”

A tremor passed through Dean’s body before he could stop it.

“He said he would die if I… and I really think he meant it. Fuck, what if he meant it, Bobby?” Dean found himself clutching white knuckled at the sink again and he cursed and bowed his head again, unable to even look Bobby in the eye anymore.

“I don’t know what to do… I just… don’t know what to fucking do…”

"Dean," Bobby said kindly, "love is a scary thing. Those same thoughts go through everyone's head. It feels right, but I'm scared, what if it doesn't work, will she love me when I'm eighty and I can't get it up even with a bottle of Viagra. Okay so there are a few more complicating factors in your relationship. What can't you give him? If you love him, that's pretty much giving him everything. As far as everyone gets hurts or dies? I'm still kickin' ain't I? And hell, with Sam, ain't nothing can take him down shy of a full blown beheading. Can't get much more bulletproof than a vampire. In this line o' work, people get hurt, people die. People die for each other too."

Bobby pulled off his baseball hat and ran his fingers through his hair. He had never told even John this story, but maybe it would help Dean. "One of my best friends, Nigel, we was on a hunt, a werewolf. I was still prit new to huntin'. It attacked, he shoved me out of the way and got himself bit, the damned fool. We had a helluva a month after that," Bobby recalled the days with fond sadness. He cleared his throat a little. Crap he still missed Nigel even after all these years. "And then I had to put him down and salt and burn his bones come just before the full moon. It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention. I heard something, thought it was the wolf and was looking in the wrong direction. Nigel had my back. That was his job. If the situation had been reversed, I woulda done the same damned thing for him. I still feel guilty, but knowing that, that I woulda died for him jes' like he died for me, I realized it's just part of the life of a hunter.

"And when you get old? Hell, don't you know they say love's blind for a reason? His last wife was sixty something when she was killed. According to Jake, you'd never know Sam ever saw her as anything but the young woman he married. So what if he still wants you when you're eighty? Do you know the last time I got laid? I'll be jealous as hell.

"Him saying he would die…what? If you left him? If you died? That's just love talking, son. When my wife died, it near killt me. If anybody woulda asked before then, I'd a said if I lost my wife I would die. But I didn't, even though I wanted to. Practically drank myself into oblivion before I pulled myself up by the bootstraps and started researching black smoke and possession. When my high school sweety ditched me? That weren't as bad, but it still hurt like hell. You say it feels right. Then stop being an idjet. In twenty years, are you going to look back on this and wish you had stayed with him? If it don't work out, it don't work out. You ain't gonna know unless you try." Bobby laid a light hand on Dean's shoulder. "You say you've never felt this way about anyone. You get as googly eyed as he does. Don’t throw this away cause yer scared. Your daddy would kick your ass for that." Bobby hesitated a moment as he gave Dean's shoulder a light squeeze before letting go and turning to the sink to wash his hands. "Just so's you know, yer daddy knew you swung either way before…well, before. I 'member us drinking one night and him saying he didn't know if he was gonna end up with a daughter or a son-in-law and in either case he hoped like hell they could at least shoot a gun. I think he would approve of Sam. Don't know how he'd deal with Sam being a vampire and all, but I imagine so long as you was happy, he'd get over it."

Dean couldn’t believe he was talking about his love life, or possible love life, with a vampire, with Bobby of all people. Sure, it wasn’t like he had any other family left. But if there was ever a Twilight Zone moment in his life, this was it. Hell, he couldn’t believe he was talking about this at all! Dean just didn’t do the whole caring and sharing thing, he never had. But then again, he didn’t think he’d ever felt quite so lost and unsure before. He’d never been in love before…

The young man didn’t know whether to laugh or grimace at Bobby’s comment about not being able to get it up once he was eighty. It would have been more amusing… or disturbing, depending how you looked at it… maybe if they were talking about two eighty year old guys who would both be suffering the same problem. But just imagining himself… like that… and Sam still as young and beautiful as he was now. Fine, love may be blind, but Sam wasn’t…

As far as what he couldn’t give Sam… well, he certainly wasn’t going to tell Bobby about how Sam had asked him to fuck him in the shower and Dean had refused. What if one day Sam wanted to fuck him again? It had been hard enough letting Sam do it the first time and now the idea, of anyone, even Sam, it fucking terrified him.

Dean almost wanted to point out to Bobby how he’d come very close to death in just the last few weeks all because of him. If those vampires hadn’t been in such a rush… if they had killed Bobby instead of just knocking him out… God… Dean didn’t even want to think about it.

Yeah, maybe Dean had a point about Sam being pretty much “bullet proof”. But that certainly hadn’t stopped that vampire bitch from ripping the other man apart. Dean would never forget that no matter how hard he tried. His fault… Sam had endured that because of him, because he cared about him so damned much even then…

Dean lifted his head, a little startled, when Bobby went on to tell him the story about his friend… werewolf… god and Bobby had to… Bobby had never told him about that before, and he could see the pain in his friend’s eyes clear as day. Dean wasn’t sure he could do it. If it had been his father… Dean caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. The scar around his neck was almost completely faded, but he could still see it. It would probably never fully fade and right now it was a glaring reminder of how he’d begged Sam to kill him because he was turning… and how Dean had tried to do it himself when Sam refused… Sam had cared too much about him to let him die even then.

The young man honestly wasn’t sure whether or not to cry when Bobby told him about Sam’s wife, how he still loved her even when she was sixty, or to laugh at the older man’s complaints about a lack of sex life. Yeah, a lot of people would probably be jealous of him if he were a dirty old man with a boyfriend as hot as Sam. A lot of people would probably be throwing themselves at Sam, pretty little things with nice firm asses or young guys with six pack abs who could still get it up. If, and big if, that was the case, Dean certainly wouldn’t hold Sam to the “promise” he’d made back in the diner.

If Sam wanted to look around, Dean promised himself he wouldn’t get all bitchy and jealous about it. If Sam wanted to do more than just look, Dean certainly wouldn’t blame the man and he wouldn’t say anything about it, hell, he might even encourage it. If Sam wanted to leave him… that was probably the best. He certainly wouldn’t want to shackle Sam to him once he got older. He would want Sam to find someone who could make him happy.

Hell, all of this was probably never going to be an issue anyway, because how many old and decrepit hunters did he really know? Bobby wasn’t even all that old. Hunters didn’t die of old age. They didn’t go quietly. Hunters died young and messily. And Sam saying he would… die… Bobby was probably right. Hell, Sam had three wives and at least one male lover that Dean knew about. Sam was still around…

Yeah, he was scared, but Bobby was right. In twenty years… hell even a year… he didn’t want to look back and regret. Dean smiled a little when the older man laid a hand on his shoulder and did his best to not get choked up, he was being damned girly enough thanks, when the older hunter talked about his Dad. He hadn’t known that John knew he swung both ways as a teen. It did ease a bit of the burden on his heart knowing that his father probably wouldn’t have been disgusted with him for being with another guy. Dean smiled even more when Bobby theorized that his Dad would probably have approved of Sam. Knowing his Dad… yeah, he probably would have liked Sam. Or he would have wanted to strangle him first, and then he would have liked him. And if Bobby could get over the fact that Sam was a vampire… his dad probably could have too.

“Thanks Bobby.” Dean said, he seemed to be saying that a lot lately. Maybe because Bobby was right and he’d been acting like an idiot a lot lately. Well, Bobby was usually right. At least the older man hadn’t smacked him upside the head this time for being all girly and emo. Dean almost laughed at that as he turned on the sink to splash some water over his face. As he grabbed a paper towel to dry off his face he had to admit he did feel a lot better after talking to the older man. Now all he had to do was go face Sam…

The young man blew out a slow breath and straightened. Tossing the paper towel into the trash and giving Bobby another thankful smile before he headed out of the bathroom and the diner. He was really glad that he rarely came through this area. He’d probably never be able to show his face in this diner again without blushing his head off.

Dean was a little surprised to find Sam sitting practically right outside the door, but then he realized the vampire was sitting in the shade to get out of the sun. He sighed a little, feeling a flash of guilt for making Sam wait so long out in the sun, but he walked over to where the other man was sitting. Leaning up against the wall beside him and sinking his hands into his pockets, Dean wished he’d thought up before hand what he was going to say to Sam.

“Sorry for acting like such a chick. You can look at anyone’s ass you want.” Dean finally said the first thing that came to mind. He almost wanted to add that touching anyone else’s ass was off limits though, at least for the next twenty years or so. But he didn’t want to overstep his bounds.

As soon as Dean stepped outside, Sam could smell him. His scent didn't convey anything like being pissed as the vampire half expected it would. It was a mish-mash of emotions that would have taken Sam some time to sift through to figure out what was on the man's mind. He couldn't deny he was pleased that Dean didn't just avoid him and go out to the car, but then again, maybe he was coming over to tell Sam sorry, it wasn't working out and to just shove off. Hell if the sun weren't so damned bright and Jake hadn't warned him not to bolt, he might have.

He couldn't hide his surprise at Dean's words. He slowly pushed himself to his feet. "I think we both got a little emo in there. Sorry about…I guess I get a little intense at times. Jake says I do. The things I said, I am all kinds of crazy over you, but I don't want you to think I'm going to go off myself or something if you don't want to stay with me. I'm not exactly," Sam ran his hand through his hair, frustrated he couldn't get out what he was trying to say. "well, I'm not," Sam shrugged helplessly. "Shit. Look, what I'm trying to say is, don't feel like you have to stay. Don't feel like you owe me anything, no commitments, okay? If you stay, I want you to stay because you want to, not because I got all freaky, clingy boyfriend laying guilt on you. I didn't mean to. Can I blame it on the sun making me crazy or something? And you can't tell me she didn't have a really nice ass. Not as hot as yours, but still worth a look."

He really wanted to pull Dean into his arms and just hold him a minute, but not until he saw how Dean took his words. Dammit, he could speak eloquently but when it came to Dean he might as well be a drooling idiot. He practically babbled and seemed to manage to say all the wrong things at all the wrong times. He really hoped he got it right this time.

Dean felt a small smile tugging at his lips when Sam pointed out that they’d both gotten a little emo in the diner. Yeah, Sam was certainly the master of understatement. The young man felt his grin growing even wider and he arched an eyebrow when the vampire admitted he could get a little intense at times. Again. Understatement. Though Dean couldn’t really deny that he kind of liked Sam’s intensity most of the time. Like when Sam was sucking his cock… yeah, he really liked Sam’s intensity then. Other times, like in the diner though, it kind of freaked him out.

Dean was relieved more than he wanted to admit when Sam reassured him he wasn’t going to do anything stupid if he ever left him. Even if Dean wasn’t planning on ditching Sam any time soon, he couldn’t promise that he’d live to be a hundred or older. He wasn’t bullet proof like Sam was, and he didn’t think he could stand it always wondering if something happened to him if Sam was going to go off the deep end and…

So yeah, he was relieved. Enough to outright laugh when Sam called himself a clingy freaky boyfriend and insisted that the waitress did have a nice ass. Of course, not as nice as his. Dean finally reached out to grab Sam by the front of the shirt and tug him closer. Smirking up at the vampire playfully.

“Ok, you don’t go all clingy freaky boyfriend, I won’t go all crazy jealous boyfriend. Deal.” Dean said, leaning in a little closer to Sam like he meant to kiss him but stopping before he actually did. “And I might just have to stick around a while… as long as you quit calling me Belle.”

The wide grin that was on Dean's face made Sam hopeful that he hadn't screwed it up this time. Dean's laugh at Sam calling himself a clingy boyfriend (he was not a clingy boyfriend dammit but he sure as hell was acting like one) made him even more hopeful. Dean didn't freak over him saying the 'b' word? That was a good sign, right?

His gaze dropped to Dean's hand when Dean's fingers wrapped in the fabric of his shirt and pulled him close. Boyfriends? Dean called him his boyfriend. Okay, Jake was right. He was like a fucking googly eyed teenager because he definitely felt his heart flutter in his chest. Sam could feel Dean's breath on his lips and he was ready to kiss him when Dean told him he would stay with Sam…

Sam began to laugh. "Okay, okay. No 'Belle.' So long as no 'Sammy' I'll stop with the fairy tale references."

Wrapping his arms around Dean he pulled him close and finished the kiss that Dean had teased him with.

"Mmmm, maple syrup and Dean," Sam said licking his lips and kissing Dean again. Sam's mind immediately went to Dean lying naked in bed, warm maple syrup drizzled over his chest with Sam licking it away…and then realized what a sticky mess that really would be. They'd stick with tequila.

"Get a room you two," Jacob said as he came out of the diner. He stretched up and put the baseball cap on Sam's head, then slid the sunglasses into Sam's pocket. "There, Snow White. That ought to help. I've got some sunblock in the car, though it's not as strong as the one you usually keep at hand. The diner has grilled pb & js, so I had them make us up a couple, without the grilling part, and bought one of their pumpkin pies. Since it might be the only pumpkins I get to see," Jacob said, grinning at Sam. "Got sugar and creamer for the coffee and silverware and some extra to-go boxes so we can cut up the pie a little later."

"Any change left?" Sam asked.

"Yup," Jacob said walking toward the car, not offering to return it. "C'mon you love birds. Let's hit the road."

Sam saw Bobby was already over at the car, leaning against its door and sipping his coffee. Releasing Dean, Sam slid on the sunglasses. "I sure as hell hope it's not really fourteen hours to get there," he said, glancing over at Dean and raking his eyes over Dean's body. "Not sure I can keep my hands off of you that long."

Dean pouted a little when Sam agreed to no “Belle” as long as no “Sammy.” Dean might have to work on that deal a bit, because he kind of liked Sammy. Sam didn’t really give him anymore time to “negotiate” though because the vampire pulled him the rest of the way into a kiss so hot it made his insides practically melt.

Yeah, when they were like this, everything felt right. So damned right it was scary, scarier than a fucking hellhound, but Dean wasn’t going to let that fear get the better of him anymore. He wanted this. He wanted Sam. And he wasn’t going to lose Sam, damn it.

Dean groaned a little in disappointment when Jacob’s comment forced them apart, and the young man almost pointed out that they’d had a room, with a Jacuzzi even, that they hadn’t been able to use. Anyway, he was probably right, and they’d given the natives enough of a show.

Though he did snort a little at Jacob’s “Snow White” comment, even though Dean was quite ready to drop the fairy tale theme.

Dean gave Sam a smile and a shrug before he started walking towards the car. Catching Sam’s comment about not being able to keep his hands off him for fourteen hours and Dean turned back, giving the vampire the best leer he could manage in return to Sam’s heated look.

“I’ll make it worth your while when we get there.” Dean promised.

Dean was going to stay. At least for a little while. He couldn't get that thought out of his brain. Round and round and round inside his head. He was Dean's boyfriend. He was so fucking glad that telepathy wasn't part of the vampire packet or he would be so freaking embarrassed. He felt like a teenager. A giddy, googly-eyed teenager with a first crush.

Dean's leer practically made him bite his lip. Dean's words made him want to tell his downstairs brain it was going to be fourteen hours, not now, but it wasn't listening very well. Yeah, fourteen hours without touching Dean. No, that just wasn't going to happen. When they reached the car, Sam rested his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Hey," he said as he gently pulled Dean around to face him. "No making out in the back seat, right? Then I need a fix."

If Sam had kissed him any hotter it would have been almost obscene. He ran one hand under Dean's shirt and up his back, groaning into Dean's mouth and pulling Dean as close to him as he could possibly manage while running his tongue deep inside the young man's mouth.

"Hey!" Bobby yelled at them for the third time.

Sam wasn't really how long they'd been kissing. A minute? Two? An eternity? He finally sighed and released Dean. He cast a glare at Bobby. Admittedly, he was panting and his cock wasn't really happy they were stopping. "I would think we ought to get a minute for every hour we're stuck in this car."

"In another minute," Bobby said, "Someone's gonna call the cops. It's a family diner you idgets."

Looking around, he saw that they had drawn a few gawkers. He grinned down at Dean. "I think Bobby might be right. Maybe we better get in the car. Besides, the sooner we do, the sooner we're there." Leaning in he whispered in Dean's ear, "And the sooner you get to keep your promise." He nipped Dean's ear and then let Dean go, whistling "Someday My Prince will Come" as he walked around to the far side of the car. After waving at the onlookers, he slid into the back seat, looking extremely pleased with himself.

Dean had almost gotten to the car. He was actually a little surprised that Sam had made it that long and when he turned around to face the vampire the young man was grinning at Sam’s choice of words. Fix. Like he was some kind of addiction. Maybe it was wrong, but Dean was actually pretty damned pleased by that. Though if Sam couldn’t even keep his hands off of him for five minutes, Bobby’s back seat probably didn’t have a prayer…

Then he told his brain to shut up and just enjoy, and oh boy he did. He moaned into Sam’s mouth, their tongues twining together, and Dean arched into the other man as Sam’s hands ran over his skin. His knees were feeling more than a little weak, his jeans more than a little tight, and he was panting more than a little when Sam finally stopped kissing him.

Dean almost glared at Bobby for interrupting them, but then the older man’s words penetrated and the young man glanced around. Noting some people watching them, their eyes practically bugging out of their head, a couple people looking almost envious and really who could blame them when he had something as hot as Sam and they didn’t, and one woman who was trying to cover the eyes of her children. It was finally the small group of men who were looking at them none too friendly that Dean had to admit Bobby was probably right. They’d stirred up the locals enough.

Not that he really gave a damn. To hell with them. But even though he rolled his eyes at Sam’s logic, he couldn’t help but agree. The sooner they got there the sooner they could finish.

After rolling his eyes once more at Sam’s whistling, Dean got into the back seat with him and adjusted his jeans. Dean gave Sam a mild glare when he caught the vampire watching. Oh yeah, it was going to be a long drive.

Sam laughed lightly when Dean glared at him watching the young man trying to make his pants a little less binding. Hell he had the same problem, he'd just made the adjustment as he slid into the seat behind Bobby. By no means had he achieved 'comfort' but it was tolerable. He was startled out of the beginnings of some nice imagery of him helping Dean with his pants when a white plastic bottle came sailing into the back seat. If he didn't have supernatural reflexes he never would have caught the bottle of sunblock.

"Only fifteen," Jacob said. "Sorry, Sammy. I should have thought to bring along something for you."

Sam pulled off the ball cap and sunglasses. "That's okay, Jake. SPF fifteen will be fine. After all, I went years without such creature comforts." The vampire began slowly slathering the white crème over his arms, making each stroke as slow and erotic as he could, casting the occasional glance to the young hunter at his side. He ran his hands over his neck and just around his shirt collar, and then ended with putting a light coat on his face.

He slid his sunglasses back on but skipped the ball cap. That would really only help if he was out standing in the sun and besides, he hated hats.

"Hope you don't mind the smell of sunblock," Sam told Dean. "It's kind of a necessity if I'm out during the day. Okay, maybe not a necessity, but it sure makes the sunshine a lot more comfortable."

Thankfully the hunter's old car had air conditioning and as soon as the engine warmed up, Bobby kicked it on high and rolled up his window, everyone else following suit. Sam rested his hand on Dean's thigh, absently rubbing it. When Bobby flicked on the radio, country music blared from the speakers.

"If you don't find a rock station for Dean, I'll have to find other ways to distract him from that noise," Sam said, giving the young man beside him a grin. "Is it wrong to hope there isn't a rock station in the area?" he whispered to him as he slid his hand higher up Dean's thigh and squeezed.

Dean bit the inside of his cheek to keep from snickering as he watched Sam applying the sun block that he’d almost been beaned in the head with.

He knew the other man was putting it on a lot slower than he had to, and he knew Sam was doing it for his “benefit”. He found it really fucking amusing that Sam thought that he might consider putting on sun block “sexy”. Sun tan lotion maybe. The coconut scented stuff, on the beach, if he was the one doing the “applying”. Yeah, that was pretty damned hot. Not like it was ever going to happen though. Just imagining bringing Sam to the beach almost had him laughing. Poor vampire would probably shrivel up.

Though Dean had to admit, despite how un-sexy sun block was, somehow Sam managed to pulled it off. Though it was probably a good thing that he didn’t really mind the smell of sun block. Maybe he would try to find some of the coconut scented stuff, and Dean would “help” Sam with it next time.

When Sam was finished and reached across the seat to lay a hand on his thigh Dean did laugh then. Checking his watch and then grinning at the vampire.

“A whole three minutes. I’m proud of you.” The young man teased, certainly not minding in the least where Sam put his hand but he knew Bobby would. As evidenced by the older man’s grumbles under his breath but he certainly flipped through the radio stations quick enough to find something more to Dean’s liking.

“Yes it is, very wrong.” Dean replied, grinning, but even once Bobby had found a decent radio station the young man certainly didn’t ask Sam to remove his hand. Though he did put his hand over Sam’s to keep it from sliding even further up his thigh. Dean didn’t mind being slightly uncomfortable while they drove, but he was not spending the next fourteen hours in the car with a hard on.

Sam laughed at Dean's teasing. Three minutes? It felt like an eternity. Sam was a little disappointed Bobby managed to find a rock station so quickly. He was really hoping he would have a legitimate excuse to molest Dean in the back seat. When Dean's warm hand fell across his own, Sam got the message. He should behave. He let his hand slide a little further down Dean's thigh so as not to be teasing him. He gave the young man a smile, acknowledging Dean's silent request.

A part of him wanted to ask Bobby and Jake all sorts of questions about what happened, if they had any leads on Vanessa's nest, but he really didn't want to think about that right now. He didn't want to think about going back to the hotel, or the possibility that the vampires might be waiting for him to return to pick up his Jeep, or that they might be waiting for him to return to his house. He wanted to simply savor the moment. Dean was going to stay with him for a little while at least. They would hunt down the nest and remove any future threat to Dean or himself. Or Jake and Bobby for that matter. Maybe by then, maybe he could convince Dean to stay with him longer. Maybe for a lot longer. He was pleased as hell Jake wasn't running his mouth, too. Dean did not need to know all his embarrassing secrets. The relaxed silence was nice.

He barely noticed that his eyelids were beginning to close as he drifted off into sleep.