Sam dreamed. Dreamed of Dean and himself hunting together. Dreamed of riding in Dean's 'baby' laughing and joking and fighting over the radio. Dreamed of making love to Dean. He slept deeply and happily, awash in the smell of his lover's scent and the sound of his beating heart.

Sometime during the night Sam had roused enough to pull the bedspread over them. When he finally began to awaken he found he had draped himself over Dean protectively. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he had slept so very well. He was content to lay with Dean, studying the young man's face, the way his short hair spiked out in every direction, and the steady pulse at the man's throat. He felt a little guilty seeing the bites on both side of Dean's neck and all the hickeys he had scattered across Dean's body. With Dean being part vampire or whatever he was, the bites were quickly healing though. The rate of healing was probably helped by the fact Dean had had his share of Sam's blood. Sam was still amazed that Dean was human yet could drink his blood without risk. That he liked the taste of Sam's blood. That he wanted to drink from Sam. He knew it was because they were bloodmates, of course. Bloodmates. The mere thought warmed him to the pit of his stomach.

He really wanted to wake Dean up by nuzzling his neck, or running his hands over Dean's cock and bringing him hard before he was even quite awake, but he was worried any good dreams Dean might be having would go south. Dean looked so relaxed and at peace. No he wouldn't risk ruining it. He finally carefully slid away from Dean, pulling the bedspread up over him and padded his way into the bathroom. With all that tequila, he really had to piss and frankly, a shower sounded pretty damned good. Sticky and itchy didn't begin to cover it. He hoped he wouldn't wake Dean, but if he did, well maybe Dean would join him.

Dean always sleeps deeper than he normally would when he’s drunk than when he’s sober. If he gets really smashed, along with losing the last few hours of the night before, he can usually come back to his room to pass out and wake up about a day later without remembering anything between. He’s done that more times than he probably would want to admit, but he wasn’t so ashamed of it that he’d not do it again in the future. Usually around the anniversary of his Dad’s death, or after a really bad hunt, or if he’d been plagued by too many bad memories and dreams for a while.

Last night certainly hadn’t been one of those nights. Yeah, he’d been drunk, but he hadn’t been that drunk. Not so drunk that he wouldn’t remember his name or want to die from the hangover he’d probably have when he woke up, but drunk enough that he’d slept deeply thought the whole night without any dreams. Then again, that might have had something to do with Sam’s presence, the other man wrapped around him practically like a blanket… or a shield… keeping away anything and everything that might harm him.

He was drunk enough however that he didn’t wake, or even stir at all really, when Sam untangled himself from around him. Dean instinctively rolled into the spot that the vampire had vacated but it wasn’t until a few minutes later that his brow creased and his hands clenched in the sheets beneath him.

Sam? Where was Sam? He was gone… he was alone…

Maybe Sam had been a shield in a way, because it didn’t take long for the dreams to begin. Like cold black tendrils slowly wrapping around him, slipping past his defenses when he was vulnerable. He wasn’t safe in bed anymore, he was on his hands and knees, naked on a dirty wooden floor. Splinters being driven into his palms and knees with every jerking motion he made. Hands gripping his hips so hard fingernails pierced his skin making him bleed, as though he wasn’t bleeding enough. He tried to scream but he couldn’t make any sound other than choked whimpers as a hard cock pounded down his throat, cutting off his air. All he could hear was their laughing, their taunts, the way they encouraged the ones to hurt him more…

Sam! No… Sam…

Dean tried to struggle out of the nightmare, but he felt as helpless and trapped as he’d been in that barn, unable to wake up. Unable to break the stranglehold the memories had wrapped around him no matter how hard he struggled.

The last of the soap rinsed free of his hair and he was just about to get started on washing his body down when he heard Dean's soft whimpers. He scowled in concern and shut off the water. Dean's heart rate was through the roof and his breathing was sharp frightened gasps. Sam threw back the shower curtain and ran out to the bedroom, his eyes scanning for danger and he inhaled deeply. Sex. Pain. Terror. The smells were nearly overwhelming and all coming from his bloodmate who was obviously in the throes of a nightmare.

Sam rushed to Dean's side and sat down beside the young man, immediately stroking his hair with one hand, and taking Dean's hand in his other. The peaceful look on Dean's face has disappeared, twisting into one of fear, his brow creased as he moaned.

"It's just a nightmare Lover. I'm here, I'm right here," Sam said. "You're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you."

Sam leaned down and brushed his lips across Dean's. "I'm right here," he whispered, squeezing Dean's hand. If Dean didn't calm down he would shake him awake, but he would prefer to try to get Dean to wake up more gently.

It was hard to breathe. His chest hurt because his heart was beating so hard and fast against his ribs. Dean moaned and twisted, getting tangled up in the sheets, and the feeling of being restrained physically as well as in his nightmare only made his panic rise.

“No, please… Sam…” The young man whimpered, calling out in his sleep. He couldn’t find Sam. Even when the vampires had him before, at least Sam had been there. But he wasn’t there now, and somehow that made it all the worse.

When he felt the gentle hand in his hair and slipping into his clenched palm his first instinct was to resist, to fight, to twist away from the touch no matter how “gentle” it was. It wouldn’t stay gentle, he knew that from experience… It would turn hurtful, cruel, painful… he wouldn’t let them hurt him like that again. He would kill himself first… He couldn’t go through that again… he couldn’t…

But the soft voice speaking into his ear were not the cruel jeering voices in his dream. It was warm, loving, tender… so were the touches… he knew that voice, he recognized the touch now as well now that some of the panic began to fade. Sam…

Dean’s breath came out as a shuddering sob in relief. The nightmares beginning to release their choke hold on him now that he wasn’t fighting so hard. As he started to relax, feeling safe once more knowing that Sam was there, his eyes slowly fluttered open. He knew where he was, and it wasn’t the barn. It was just him, him and Sam…

The young man’s eyes focused on the other man, embarrassment warring with relief. He could feel the drying tears on his cheeks but didn’t want to call even more attention to them by wiping them away. His heart was still beating fast, but it was slowing.

“Hey… sorry… did I wake you up?” Dean finally muttered softly, then cleared his throat self consciously, not really sure what else to say right now.

Sam shook his head a little at the young man and began to untangle Dean from the sheets. "Yes. You woke me up. That's why I'm soaking wet."

As soon as he got Dean free of the binding cloth he pulled Dean into his arms. "Next time I'll wake you up before I go shower."

He ran a caressing hand over Dean's back and briefly rested his chin on Dean's shoulder. He then began rubbing his soaking wet hair against Dean's and his caressing hand drifted down to Dean's ribs and he began tickling the man.

Whispering in Dean's ear he asked, "So are you ticklish? That's a very important thing to know about someone."

Dean gave Sam the evil eye for his sarcasm. Now that he wasn’t so freaked out anymore he was becoming aware of his pounding headache and the other general unpleasantness’ of a hangover for drinking as much as he had last night.

Still not all that coordinated yet, Dean appreciated the help untangling himself from the sheets, and he even didn’t mind all that much when Sam pulled him into a hug afterwards. In fact, he kind of liked the idea of being held by a naked dripping Sam like this. Sam was pretty hot when he was wet and naked after all, as he’d learned yesterday...

However when the other man began trying to tickle him, Dean began trying to twist away and avoid Sam’s hands. He was ticklish, in fact. It was not something he was terribly proud of. Considering his slightly queasy stomach and the strain he was putting on it trying not to laugh, it the play wasn’t exactly welcome right now either.

“Sam! I’ve got a hangover you ass, knock it off unless you want me to puke on you.” Dean threatened, and it wasn’t all an idle threat either.

At Dean's proclamation, Sam stopped immediately. "No way. No puking. No sex then until your hangover's gone. I'm not going to be on the receiving end." Muttering under his breath, Sam added, "Bad enough being on the puking end."

"I'm going to finish my shower, then. You, take aspirin. We'll get you fed as soon as you get your shower."

He looked at Dean, giving him a mild glare. "No puking except into the porcelain god."

Before he stood up, he gave Dean a light kiss then pushed himself to his feet and trod back into the shower. "You're welcome to join me if you want," he tossed over his shoulder.

He turned the water back on, adjusted it, and stepped in, picking up a washcloth and lathering it up. A little paranoid, he listened for Dean, just to make sure he was okay.

The look of horror that passed over the vampire’s face at his words would have had Dean rolling if he was feeling better. It was still funny as hell, of course, but his humor was slightly dampened by his headache and queasy stomach. Damned hangovers.

Sam’s grumbling made him remember the story Jacob had told about Sam being on the “puking end” and he couldn’t at least grin up at the other man in amusement then. Maybe that made him a bad boyfriend, but he couldn’t help it. Well, at least he now knew of a sure fire way to get Sam to quit messing with him. Threaten to puke on him.

He almost started laughing again but reminded himself that laughing right now was a bad idea he forced himself to quit it. So he settled for rolling his eyes up at the other man as he ordered him not to puke anywhere but the toilet. As though he actually wanted to.

Aspirin did sound pretty good right now, so did a shower. Breakfast... didn’t sound quite as good, but he knew some food would probably make him feel better once he got a little down. Then again, just lying right where he was sounded pretty good too. He might have too, if his bladder didn’t have other ideas.

Dean smiled a little at the kiss and Sam’s “offer” as he enjoyed the view of the very naked and wet vampire heading back into the bathroom to finish his shower. Even as he was pondering whether or not he should accept, Dean couldn’t help but marvel how easily Sam had made him almost forget about the nightmare that had woken him. If he’d been alone, if Sam hadn’t been here... well... he certainly wouldn’t be lying here imagining washing Sam’s back and a little morning making out in the shower, that was for damned sure.

Yeah, bathroom sounded really good right now.

Grunting a little and making a face at the dried mess on him when he sat up Dean made his way over to their supplies and fished out a bottle of aspirin. After downing four of them along with most of a bottle of water, Dean made his way into the bathroom. Knocking on the door, though he was sure that Sam probably already knew he was there, he didn’t want to risk startling the vampire either.

It had been a while since he’d had to share a bathroom but he didn’t really feel all that self conscious about using the toilet while Sam was in the shower. When he was finished he tugged open the shower curtain and stepped inside behind Sam. The hot steamy water feeling immediately like heaven and Dean sighed in pleasure as he pressed himself up against the other man’s wet back, wrapping his arms around Sam’s waist.

Hearing Dean moving around eased Sam's mind. He didn't really think Dean would want to fall back asleep right now, but sometimes the body had other ideas. Sam was both mildly amused, but also a little appreciative that Dean knocked on the door.

"Come on in," Sam said.

A minute or so later, after Dean had taken care of his needs, the shower curtain slid aside. He closed his eyes, listening as Dean's heartbeat grew a little faster, a little louder as he drew close to Sam. Hearing Dean grip the fabric of the curtain and the metal on metal sound of the rings sliding over the bar as Dean pulled the curtain closed. Listened to Dean's soft sigh as he felt the young man's warmth against him. Sam leaned back into the hunter's embrace. It felt so damned nice to have someone hold him. Physical contact. He had so missed that since Jessica's death. Sometimes he sought out a roll in the hay with someone just to have someone touch him and hold him and allowing him to be able to do the same.

Sam ran the soapy rag over Dean's arms. "Stomach feeling better?" he asked as he leaned his head back to rest on Dean's shoulder.

Dean hummed a little in approval when the other man leaned back against him and he brushed his lips lightly over the side of Sam’s neck when the vampire leaned his head back against his shoulder. His tongue darting out to lick a few drops gently off Sam’s skin and holding him a little tighter when the other man’s hands began moving over his arms.

“A little.” He admitted softly. The hot water was definitely making him feel better, and the pills would probably kick in pretty soon.

Dean ran his palms lightly over the other man’s stomach and realized Sam’s skin felt warmer now. Not that he really noticed the other man feeling “cooler” any other time, but he definitely noticed a difference now.

It didn’t bother him. In fact, Sam was so good “playing human” that even though Dean knew what he was he often forgot that Sam wasn’t really human. Well, except when Sam was purring or biting him, or something. The idea of Sam not being human didn’t really bother him though. Besides, it would be pretty damned hypocritical of him if it did considering Dean wasn’t fully human now either.

He liked this though, the warmth of Sam’s skin now. Not because it made Sam feel more “human” but because he just liked the feeling of Sam’s warmth soaking into him. Like they were closer somehow... maybe Dean was just a little more hung over than he thought. That didn’t stop him from letting his hands wander lower though. Brushing teasingly along Sam’s hips and down his thighs.

“Vampires don’t get hangovers?” Dean asked softly before his lips found a nice spot on Sam’s neck and began sucking on the warm skin.

Sam tilted his head almost without thinking when Dean's lips brushed his neck. Dean's hands roaming over him felt nice. He couldn't help but smile as Dean's hands began to work their way lower.

He was about to answer Dean's question when the man began sucking on his neck and instead of words a groan slipped from his lips. He let the soapy rag slip from his fingers and reached back with both hands and began caressing Dean's buttocks.

"We get hangovers," Sam finally managed. "Cheap alcohol will do it. Tequila, the good stuff, I don't," Sam moaned again as Dean worked a little harder at the spot on his neck. 'I don't usually get one," he panted out. "And your blood, it helps even more. My blood…probably help you…Oh, God," Sam groaned when Dean bit down and his knees would have probably given out if Dean wasn't holding him so tightly.

Reaching out blindly to the shelf, He gripped the disposable razor which had put it there in case Dean joined him. It broke open easily enough. Extracting one of the thin blades he pressed it into Dean's hand. "If you want," Sam panted.

It was hard for Dean not to grin against the other man’s neck, the obvious distraction he was causing Sam, making it hard for his lover to even form words. Yeah, he was proud of that. The young man answered Sam’s groan with one of his own when the other man’s hands shifted to his buttocks and he rocked his hips forward a little. Brushing his flaccid, but quickly stiffening flesh, against Sam’s ass.

Enjoying the reactions he was pulling from Sam and wanting more of them he started sucking a little harder against the vampire’s neck. Loving the way Sam’s voice stuttered and how he felt the other man’s pulse rate kick up underneath his mouth. Fuck, he swore he could hear Sam’s heart beating, so fast and hard, and maybe he did? He’d already proven he had some of the heightened senses a vampire did. Not nearly as good as Sam’s of course, but definitely more than a human.

When Sam mentioned that his blood might help with Dean’s hangover and when he felt the other man press one of the sharp little razor blades into his hand, the younger man couldn’t help but groan again. Rocking his now very hard member against the soft wet curve of Sam’s ass, hard at just the thought of being able to taste Sam again.

Though he was a little bit nervous about using the blade against Sam’s neck, it had to be a lot better than using his teeth. So Dean chose a spot low on Sam’s neck, close to his shoulder, far away from any of the vulnerable arteries so close to the surface and pressed down with the blade.

It might have just been a cheap disposable razor but it was good enough for what he needed it for. The bright red blood welled up instantly and Dean fastened his lips to the small wound with a needy groan before the water could wash any of the precious blood away.

As he sucked he let his hard cock slide between Sam’s thighs, thrusting gently between them, the head of his cock nudging behind his lover’s balls. One of his hands leaving Sam’s hips to cup and caress the vampire’s dick in time with his thrusts and sucking pulls against his neck.

When Dean stopped sucking on his neck it was almost painful but he felt Dean pull back a little and felt the cold press of metal just above where his shoulder joined his neck. A little lower than he might have preferred but when he felt the cut of the blade and Dean's mouth immediately fastening on, any complaint he had was erased. He groaned loudly as the hunter sucked at the wound. It felt so fucking good. The young man's hard erection slipped below the cheeks of his ass and between his thighs, its head pushing against his warming balls. His cock was already near hard from Dean's work on his neck and when Dean touched him he bucked a little into that hand.

It all felt so good. The hot water raining down on him, his lover pressed against his backside drinking from him and stroking him. He wanted more though. He was scared to death memories would rear their heads but he wanted more dammit. He wanted his lover inside him. This place was so different from where it had happened. Here it smelled fresh, not of death and pain and fear. Here it was clean, not dirty and cold and dry. He here smelled love, smelled his bloodmate. Here he felt safe.

"Do you think," he groaned again as Dean stroked him a little faster, and dug his fingers harder into Dean's ass, "think you could fuck me? Do you want to try?"

Dean had pretty much forgotten about his hangover by that point. Whether it was from the taste of Sam’s blood or the pleasure rippling through his body he didn’t know and he didn’t really care. He was so enveloped by the feel and taste of Sam, the sounds Sam made as he sucked on his throat and the way the other man’s fingers tightened on his ass as he stroked his lover’s cock a little faster, that it took him a moment to process Sam’s request.

When he finally did the young man couldn’t stop the sharp inhale of breath he took. Lust pumped fast through his veins like molten lava just imagining what it would feel like being buried balls deep into Sam. Could he? His throbbing cock was certainly saying it could. But he couldn’t deny the thread of nervousness that wove its way around him as well. What if he couldn’t? What if it was too much too soon? What if it made Sam remember, or even made him remember, their… abuse…

Dean’s mind was at war with his body. Did Sam really want him to do this, or was he just offering what he thought Dean wanted? He couldn’t help but worry… and if he was thinking and worrying so much about it, maybe that said something in of itself?

Dean sighed softly against Sam’s neck, gently nipping and licking at the spot he’d sucked from, the wound already nearly closed by now.

“I… want to. But I don’t know… I don’t want to ruin this…” The young man finally admitted, stroking Sam’s hard cock almost tenderly as he ran his other hand lovingly over Sam’s chest.

Dean's inhalation of breath told Sam volumes, but the sharp spike in Dean's smell told him the young man was strongly interested in that thought all the same. And then he smelled the fear, the trepidation. The young man's gentle touches almost made Sam shiver in delight.

Sam pulled Dean tighter against him if that were possible. He turned his head just a little toward Dean's. "I'm scared too," Sam said softly. "It's okay. They'll be a time when we're both ready. It doesn't have to be now. I feel safe in your arms and the thought of you inside me," Sam moaned and leaned his head back, "it just feels so right, right here, right now. Nothing but us. But I don't want to screw this up either. So bite me hard, lover, and jack me off." He lifted his head off Dean's shoulder and captured Dean's mouth. Kissing him deeply, he began rolling his hips, tightening his thighs, squeezing against Dean's member. Breaking off their kiss, he purred. "Bite me hard."

When Sam admitted that he was scared too… a part of him was relieved and another part of him was ashamed. Yeah, he knew it was dumb to feel ashamed. They were both dealing with this shit as best they could and he knew from experience it wasn’t easy. Like Sam said it was going to take time for them both to be ready. The problem was that a part of him felt ready, a part of him felt really damned ready, but there was that lingering fear.

He was… touched, more than he could have ever imagined when Sam said he felt safe with him. Safe enough to offer to let him inside him, even after everything that he’d been through. And when Sam practically ordered him to bite him hard and jack him off, Dean couldn’t help but moan into the heated kiss that Sam gave him. He wasn’t about to refuse that command.

He bucked between Sam’s legs, moaning again, and loving the extra tightness that Sam provided for him as he gripped his lover’s cock tighter and started stroking him again. When Sam released his lips Dean didn’t hesitate biting Sam on the neck again. Hard enough he knew his teeth were going to leave marks and reopening the closing wound. Dean growled at the fresh rush of blood that spilled over his tongue.

He loved the way Dean moaned in his mouth, the way Dean's heavy cock pulsed between his legs and bumped against his heavy sack, making him groan back. Dean's strong hand on his cock began stroking him firmly and confidently, but not without that touch of love that told Sam Dean was doing it to make Sam feel good. A soft purr thrummed in Sam's throat as he let himself drown in the feelings.

The young man's teeth bit hard into his neck and Sam groaned obscenely. When Dean growled though, any blood not already in Sam's cock rushed there immediately and he grew harder than he thought he could. He answered Dean's growl with his own, responding on a pure visceral level, his animal creeping forward, absorbing the pleasure. Sam's fangs descended and he threw his head back, growling in pleasure as he thrust into Dean's hand.

His own hands roamed over Dean's ass. One water slick hand slid down, Sam's finger sliding between Dean's cheeks, but not going far enough to touch Dean's hole. He just rubbed and caressed that crack and gave Dean something to press back against as Dean thrust again and again. His other hand covered the hand Dean had wrapped around his waist, entwining their fingers together. He thrust harder and harder until he felt his balls tightening. He tightened his thighs together, tightened his ass, putting as much pressure on Dean's pumping cock as he could. When he just couldn't hold back any longer his growl merged with Dean's name, as he came.

Dean could feel Sam’s growls of pleasure vibrating through his chest they were pressed so hard together. He squeezed the fingers that twined with his own and fucked a little faster between Sam’s thighs. It felt so damned good. He could almost imagine that he was buried deep inside of Sam, feeling Sam so tight and hot around him. It only made him harder, hotter. He knew that Sam was close and he was getting there just as quickly. He bit down harder still on the vampire’s neck, not breaking the skin with his teeth but coming damned close as he jacked Sam off even faster, pushing back against the fingers gripping his ass and sliding wetly between his cheeks.

The way Sam growled his name as the other man’s seed spilled slick and hot over Dean’s fingers pushed him over the edge quicker than he would have thought possible. He moaned against Sam’s neck as he came hard. His cock pulsing, coating the other man’s thighs with his come, making the other man’s skin even more slick, and he couldn’t help but groan again at how easily he could fuck between them.

Dean felt almost weak kneed at the pleasure rippling through him and he held Sam even tighter to him if it were possible, both giving and receiving support. His fingers moving slow and tender along Sam’s cock once more as he eased every last drop of pleasure out of the other man. Relaxing his bite on the vampire’s neck at the same time, he kissed and licked at the indentations his teeth had made, smiling a little knowing what a spectacular bruise they would make.

“That’s one hell of a hangover cure.” Dean muttered, smiling against Sam’s neck between kisses.

Dean's hot release cascaded down his thighs. Dean kept working him and he moaned practically simultaneous with the young man. When Dean finally eased up on his neck and his own cock began to soften he felt relaxed and pleased. He chuckled at Dean's comment.

"Glad you're feeling better," he said. "You know, I had washed my legs already." He turned around in Dean's arms and kissed him, liking that he could taste his own blood in Dean's mouth. "You are so fucking hot," Sam breathed and rubbed himself against Dean.

With a sigh, he said, "I guess we better get you fed. I don't know if I can handle just coming once though. You're spoiling the hell out of me."

He reached out and grabbed the liquid soap and poured a good glob into his hands. Lathering them up he ran his hands up and down Dean's back and sides. He kissed his way down Dean's chest as he caressed lower over Dean's backside, down to his buttocks and between his cheeks. He licked slowly from the base of Dean's cock to his crown as his hands whispered over the young man's hole and then further down his thighs. With an evil glint in his eyes he swallowed down Dean's cock fully as he ran his hands along Dean's calves. He wrapped his tongue around and around Dean's cock as he continued to wash Dean's legs. He pulled off so he could tease Dean's slit with his tongue then swirled around and around Dean's head. He ran his hands back up to Dean's back and spread the slick soap to Dean's hips.

Dean snorted when Sam complained about having washed his legs already. But he wasn't given a chance to reply when the other man turned around and kissed him hard. More like tried to tongue fuck his mouth and Dean could only groan in pleasure. The young man certainly wasn't going to dispute Sam's claim that he was "fucking" hot either.

"You're pretty fucking hot yourself." Dean replied, laughing a little when Sam said they should get him fed. He was feeling pretty damned hungry now with all the workouts he'd been getting lately. Though his eyebrows rose a bit when Sam went on to say how he was 'spoiling' him.

Given that he wasn't all that surprised that when Sam began washing him it was a little more intimate than if breakfast was the only thing on his mind. Even though he felt pretty spent between last night and this morning he couldn't actually bring himself to tell the other man that he'd had enough. The simple fact was he didn't think he'd ever get enough of Sam and that scared him a bit.

Dean groaned and ran his fingers through Sam's soft wet hair, watching through hooded eyes as the other man went down on his knees in front of him. Sam's hands slick with soap working on his buttocks and Sam's tongue working on his cock. His cock that was twitching in interest despite the fact that he'd just come. The look in Sam's eyes before he opened his mouth and took him all the way inside making Dean moan and the young man had to concentrate hard to keep his knees from buckling.

"Fuck, Sam… you're gonna kill me..." Dean panted as he started to full in Sam's mouth.

Sam pulled off Dean just long enough to grin and say, "That's the idea."

He took Dean's thickening member in deep and then pulled off, returning to playing with Dean's crown. He just couldn't keep his hands off Dean. Or his mouth. He positively loved giving the man head, kissing him, biting him, everything. He loved the sounds that spilled from Dean, the groans, the moans, the small needy murmurs, the growls, the way his name whispered from Dean's lips. He really probably should have let them finish their shower, probably should have let Dean eat, and he had intended to. Really. But when the young man's delicious cock was hanging in front of his face, he just couldn't resist tasting it and taking it in his mouth. He simply couldn't get enough of Dean. It was probably a good thing the hunter hadn't become a vampire. They'd never make it out of the bedroom except every couple weeks when they had to feed.

He slowly inched forward, walking Dean backward until the young man could lean against the wall so he had some stability if he needed it. Sam continued to run his soapy hands over his lover, sliding them between Dean's thighs, careful to thoroughly wash the bite he had given the young man, but even without looking, he could tell it was healing nicely and would probably be close to fully healed by the next day. If Dean continued to drink Sam's blood, his healing would be rapid.

And he continued to take Dean in deep then pull back to play with his crown, he ran his hands as far up Dean's chest as he could reach. Almost triumphantly he groaned when he tasted the first drops of precome. He looked up at his lover, knowing his face showed every bit of pleasure he was getting out of this. One of his hands went to the young man's balls while the other dropped to his own cock which was rapidly growing hard itself. He gave a brief short purr the next time he took Dean in deeply, readying himself in case Dean bucked into his mouth.

Dean laughed a little at Sam’s remark. Seriously, could he get any more porno? But when Sam pushed him back against the wall, Dean was definitely glad for the extra support, so he could focus more on the fucking sinful things that the other man was doing to his cock.

His fingers combed through Sam’s hair, tightening a little in the soft wet locks whenever his lover found a particularly sensitive place on him. Which was pretty much constantly. It seemed like Sam knew exactly how to touch him, caress him, lick him to make Dean squirm and moan.

He was so fucking hard already. Panting a little as he watched his cock sliding so smoothly between those perfect lips. He arched into the hands that ran over every inch of him, groaning when they played with his balls and shivering when they toyed with his nipples.

Sam’s fingers running over his inner thighs, washing the bite Sam had left there only seemed to make him harder still. The slight stinging reminding him of how it had felt to have the vampire’s fangs sung so deep in such a sensitive area. He wouldn’t mind at all feeling that again… well, maybe not now. He wanted to be able to walk, after all. But soon, definitely soon.

“Fuck yeah… god Sam, yes…” Dean whispered, between watching Sam stroking his own dick and the way the other man purred around his cock he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He hadn’t come so quickly twice in a row since he was a teenager, for Christ sake. But he couldn’t stop his hips from moving, thrusting slowly between Sam’s lips. Trying to control himself, but damn it, it felt so damned good…

Each thrust into his mouth made Sam groan and he stroked his own cock in time to Dean's thrusts. Dean's fingers running through his hair, slight tugs now and again with accompanying groans, told him he was doing a fine job and it pleased him deeply. He had had years of making love to women and to men and he knew all the most likely spots that would arouse and titillate a lover. He had slowly been going through the catalog with Dean and he knew a goodly number of spots now that he could caress or pinch or bite that made Dean practically go soft in the knees. As it was he was thoroughly enjoying making Dean wriggle and moan, knowing that he was the cause for this young man's pleasure.

Truly, he enjoyed the feel of Dean's hard shaft sliding in and out of his mouth. He loved its taste, its texture, and he wrapped his tongue around it again and again, teasing Dean's slit and his crown every time Dean began to pull out or push back in. He was more than content to stay on his knees and let Dean slowly fuck his mouth, but he could tell Dean was painfully hard and the tension he felt in Dean's muscles told him the young man wanted to pump faster. He began to purr constantly now and let Dean slide in as deeply as he could take him. Well, almost as deeply. But he wanted to take him all the way. He would be damned if those bastards were going to steal this from him and Dean.

Looking up at Dean he pulled his mouth almost all the way off, running the tip of his tongue around the crown then circling his entire tongue around its edge. He let go of Dean's balls and his own cock, taking hold of Dean's hands and moving them to the back of his head. They had gripped his hair and yanked on it; he moved Dean's so Dean could hold him steady without that painful tug. He opened his jaw a little wider, tilted his head just a little then gave Dean a slight nod as he pulled his tongue down and out of Dean's way, teasing the sensitive spot right below the bottom of the crown. He slid one hand behind Dean, his palm on Dean's ass as he waited hungrily for Dean to begin to fuck his mouth as hard as he wanted. Taking his own hard dick back in his hand he was ready to stroke himself to match the young man's thrusts.

God, the things Sam was doing to his cock…

Dean knew he really should have been paying a little more attention to exactly what the other man was doing. Given the fact that Dean hadn’t had much practice doing this, he was a fucking amateur compared to Sam. His fumbling around last night almost embarrassed Dean now, even though Sam had seemed to enjoy it at the time. But Dean was having a hard time focusing on “technique” when all he could really think was yes, fuck, yes.

He simply loved the way Sam played with him with his tongue. The way it curled around him, tracing the throbbing vein underneath, and tracing out every sensitive place around the head of his shaft. He loved how Sam played with his slit and seemed to savor every drop of precome that the other man coaxed out of him. He really loved the vibrations around his cock every time Sam started purring and fuck he could come from just that alone.

Dean was certain he’d never seen anything so damned sensual then when Sam looked up at him, playing his tongue around his hard shaft. Teasing and making Dean groan, his whole body begging for Sam’s touch.

But when Sam pulled his hands out of his hair for a moment he thought he’d done something wrong, made the other man uncomfortable, and he froze instantly. But Sam was just moving his hands, and Dean nodded in understanding. Cupping the back of his lover’s head without tangling his fingers in Sam’s hair. Though when Sam opened his mouth wider, cupping his ass and pulling him forward a bit, giving him a silent nod and realizing what the other man was offering him, Dean felt his breath catch. His knees feeling weak again while his cock pulsed so hard it was painful.

Even as he slid his cock back into Sam’s mouth, meeting no resistance, just that slick wet heat enveloping him Dean was filled with equal measures of desire and concern. What if it became too much? He didn’t want to do anything that would make Sam remember… but he wanted this too much to simply refuse the offer, especially when Sam seemed to want it as much as he did.

So Dean began to thrust gently into his lover’s mouth, slowly at first. Refusing to let himself push too deep that Sam would be forced to take him into his throat. He would not force anything on Sam. But he gradually picked up his pace. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, a moan breaking from his lips every time Sam’s mouth enveloped him. So damned good. So damned perfect.

“Sam… oh yeah… so good…”

The gentle thrusts Dean started off with touched Sam, knowing full well Dean was going slow, giving Sam a chance to back off if he needed to. The young man didn't thrust hard or nearly as deep as he could and honestly, Sam appreciated it. As much as he loved the man in front of him, he was a little nervous at the thought of Dean going all out into his mouth.

Sam breathed in the scent of the soap, the freshness or the steamy air, the arousal of his bloodmate. He stroked his hard cock and stared up at Dean's abs and chest. He saw the marks he had put there. This was his lover he was doing this for. He certainly wanted to do this, there was no question, but lingering memories and fears made him just a little hesitant because they had had him on his knees and had fucked his mouth. He focused on savoring everything Dean and let the hunter fill his senses, adoring even moan and word that came from the man.

As Dean thrust into his mouth, he felt his throat slowly begin to relax. His purrs began to deepen into growls and he stroked himself more firmly as the scent of his blood mate grew stronger. He tightened his lips, sucking as Dean pulled back then ran the flat of his tongue along the bottom of the young man's shaft as he thrust back in. Sam bobbed his head forward a little, slowly adjusting to Dean going deeper into his throat. A few times he had to back off a little, a few times ugly feeling-memories tried to worm their way in. He chanted his lover's name in his mind, he kept his gaze locked on the man whom he knelt before, the man whose cock was fucking his mouth and fought back those memories.

It was as if something suddenly broke free inside of him. Maybe the animal pushed, maybe he simply accepted fully that this wasn't one of them, that this was Dean. The growl-purr coming from him changed. It was new, was deeper, vibrating in his chest as he dug his fingers into Dean's buttocks. His throat fully relaxed and he wanted this, wanted this so very badly. The next thrust he took Dean in fully, every thick delicious inch of his hard cock and his lips tightened around the base of the man's cock, feeling the slight tickle of Dean's hair. His growl encouraged, even demanded, Dean fuck harder and faster and deeper into his mouth.

The increasing vibrating caused by the vampire's growls around his shaft was making it really difficult for Dean to concentrate not simply bucking into that slick wet heat with abandon. Dean's muscles trembled with the effort not to fuck forward too hard or too deep into Sam's mouth, not that he wasn't enjoying this, it was fucking amazing just like this. It was because it felt so damned good that the young man was getting so caught up, not thinking about anything else but savoring this and taking what Sam offered. But he was still afraid of taking too much.

When the other man started to suck harder on him, and when he felt himself go even deeper into Sam's mouth, deeper than he'd intended, Dean's eyes snapped open. Staring down at the other man in concern and apology but just looking into Sam's intense lustful gaze he knew that Sam had intended to do that. Especially when the other man did it again, pulling an even deeper groan from Dean.

Dean let Sam control the pace, his breath hitching a little every time Sam bobbed his head and took him a little deeper, but when he pulled back he kept his thrusts slow and shallow like before. God, it was so amazing, he was going to come so fucking hard, in Sam's mouth… and that though alone was almost enough to make him shoot his load right then.

But then Sam's fingers tightened on his ass even further and suddenly Sam had him all the way inside, deep-throating him, and Dean couldn't stop the almost startled gasp that escaped his lips or the shuddering moan that followed. He had to shift his hands to Sam's shoulders just to steady himself, and because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop tugging on Sam's hair as the thin threads of his control seemed to snap one by one in quick succession.

Sam's growl had him pulling out and snapping his hips forward, burying himself back into Sam's throat and Dean was lost. He couldn't stop now. Didn't want to. Chanting Sam's name over and over and he was so close before it didn't take long despite how Dean wished it could last. A few more thrusts was all it took. He was coming, his back arching, shouting Sam's name as he squeezed and rubbed the other man's shoulders and neck. His fingers pressing a little at the bruise there his teeth had made.

As he gave the pace over to Dean, while he continued to make sure with every thrust to give Dean pleasure, he stroked himself harder. Dean had been so careful to let Sam find his way through this, through the bad memories until he was here, giving them both this pure experience without the vampire nest's deeds contaminating it.

If was so perfect, hearing Dean murmur his name as Dean fucked Sam's mouth hard, as Sam took in every inch of him with every thrust. Dean was lost in the moment and that too made it that much more perfect for Sam. He let himself be swallowed by the feeling and smells and motions.

Then he felt it, felt the sudden tension and heat, and smelled the sudden sharp tang as his lover reached release. He swallowed burst after burst, the taste of his lover exquisite and filled with all the flavors it should be filled with. No pain, no fear, just joy and love. When Dean shouted his name, he growled deep in his chest and stiffened as his own seed shot free, coating Dean's legs and wall of the shower. He continued to work Dean's cock, sucking and caressing with his mouth as he stroked his own pulsing shaft.

When Dean had given everything possible, Sam released him, giving the young man's cock a final long slow lick. He stood up and took Dean in his arms, kissing him with all the love in his heart as he clutched Dean tightly against him.

"Thank you," Sam whispered in his ear when he finally broke their kiss, letting Dean come up for air.

As he watched Sam take everything from him he had left to give, sucking him down like he was the most delicious thing the vampire had ever tasted, it was so damned hot the young man wouldn’t have been surprised if his brain simply melted from the pleasure. He moaned and groaned and made every needy desperate sound imaginable as Sam continued to lick and suck on his flesh. When he was finally completely spent Dean shuddered one last time and then sagged back against the shower wall, panting like he’d run a marathon.

He’d felt the hot splash of Sam’s release against his legs and it was so damned dirty and hot at the same time he might have pulsed again if he’d had anything left, but he didn’t. When he’d finally gone soft in Sam’s mouth the other man finally released him and Dean was almost relieved. Even though it was amazing he simply didn’t think he could take any more stimulation right now.

Was there a thing as too much sex?

The thought made him snort softly in amusement, though amusement was the last thing on his mind when Sam finally stood and held him, kissing him breathless with the taste of his own come hot in Sam’s mouth. Dean groaned into the kiss and held onto the other man just as tight.

“Isn’t that my line?” Dean answered with a grin when his lips were finally released.

Sam laughed softly and ran his fingers through Dean's wet hair. "I think you know what I mean. And I think you were right that we do tend to end up dirtier in the shower than when we get in."

Sam grabbed the shampoo bottle from the small shelf in the shower and tossed it to him. "You can wash your own hair this time, Belle."

Using the liquid soap he finished washing himself down, and made sure to wash over the cut Dean had made low on his throat. He watched appreciatively as Dean's muscles flexed as he soaped his hair, watching the trail of shampoo bubbles roll down his chest. Fuck what a body. If he hadn't just come twice in a row….

Forcing himself to get his mind looking forward, he stepped out of the shower so Dean had easy access to the tumbling spray of water from the showerhead. After toweling himself dry he dressed and brought fresh clothes in for Dean. While Dean was drying and getting dressed, he took the time to shave and brush his teeth, then exposed his fangs and brushed them as well, rinsing his mouth out thoroughly before running his tongue over them before retracting them.

"My teeth never really feel clean until I use mouthwash on them," Sam sighed, wishing he had thought to pick up a bottle. "After breakfast, what say we find a place to dump the car, wipe it down of prints, and then get the hell back to Jacob's and our stuff. I need to call the hotel and make sure they haven't had my Jeep towed. I'll get us packed up while you shave and stuff," Sam said. He looked longingly at the Jacuzzi. "Damn. Never even got to use it."

Dean caught the shampoo and made a face when Sam called him “Belle” again. He was really going to have to find a way to annoy Sam enough to make him stop doing that. God, if Bobby ever heard that little “nickname”… Jacob could probably have some ideas, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go that route either. Could end up biting him in the ass… literally…

The idea of Sam biting him in the ass had him both amused and a little turned on despite the fact he didn’t think he had a drop of come left in him. He laughed a little softly to himself as he started washing his hair, enjoying the view of Sam soaping himself down and he knew that the vampire was enjoying his view as well. Maybe a little too much, but if Sam could get it up again, vampire or not, Dean would be really impressed.

Dean was a little disappointed when instead of “helping” him finish washing himself down, Sam got out of the shower instead. Dean finished washing himself more quickly and efficiently rather than teasing, since there was no one left to tease anymore.

He nodded in thanks when he was done and saw that Sam had brought him some clothes to wear so he wouldn’t have to go rummaging through his bag for a clean set. As he dried off and watched Sam brush his teeth, both sets, he couldn’t help but find that really damned funny and laughed again. Shaking his head when Sam turned to him with a raised eyebrow and the young man just concentrated on getting dressed and not snickering.

“Sure.” Dean answered, pulling up his jeans and frowning again at how loose they were around his hips. He was definitely going to have to start eating more, a nice big breakfast was a good way to start. He was definitely looking forward to dumping that damned Toyota for his baby, but he couldn’t deny how that “damned” Toyota had saved both their lives. When Sam mentioned his Jeep, Dean paused for a second in pulling his shirt over his head. He’d almost forgotten how Sam had left his car back at that motel several states away where this whole mess began.

Dean couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen once they retrieved Sam’s car. They’d talked about it a little, but nothing had really been decided on whether or not they were going to hunt the vampire nest down together. Would Sam even want to? Did Dean? That nest had to be brought down, they had to pay, but at the same time the thought of facing down the same vampires that had… Dean had already fucked up twice, gotten himself, and then Sam taken by those monsters. What if he screwed up a third time? He knew he wouldn’t survive it and watching Sam go through that again…

When Sam walked out of the bathroom to get their stuff packed, Dean couldn’t help but stare a bit longingly at the hot tub himself before signing softly and turned back to the sink.

Sam was efficient in packing up. Although some of the stuff most certainly wasn't needed, he did not want to leave anything behind to connect them to the robbery or to the abandoned car. He hadn't survived so long by being sloppy.

He glanced around the room and saw he had left the machete on the nightstand. After walking over to it, he picked it up and stared down at the rumpled bed. He ran a light hand over the pillow. He could still smell Dean, smell their lovemaking. Just as with the abandoned house, he didn't want to leave. A return to the real world, to abandoning the now, meant he and Dean would part ways. He would hunt down Vanessa and her nest and Dean could continue on to live his life in safety. Well, at least safe from Vanessa. Dean had indicated he wouldn't let Sam hunt Vanessa alone, that he wanted a piece of her too, but Dean might well reconsider and the vampire wouldn't blame the hunter. When he got his Jeep back, he would see if Dean was truly serious about joining him. A part of him wanted Dean to. A part of him didn't.

The packing was almost finished when Dean came out of the bathroom.

"Why don't you go get Bobby and Jacob, we'll throw our stuff in their car, get some breakfast, and get going."

Dean felt much more human and less “zombie” like once he was all showered and shaved and stuff. Despite the slight lingering headache, not nearly as bad now as when he’d first woke, he was actually feeling pretty good. His stomach was growling now though, reminding him that breakfast was definitely next on the “to do” list.

So after he was done brushing his teeth he gathered up his supplies and dumped them into a bag, and headed to the bedroom where Sam was almost done packing up their stuff.

“Sure.” Dean said, tossing his bag of “grooming” supplies to the other man. Stopping briefly at one of their bags to grab a gun and stick it into the waistband of his jeans before he headed outside to the room next to theirs that Bobby and Jacob were occupying. As soon as he stepped outside Dean’s eyes darted back and forth. Taking everything in, possible threats. He couldn’t deny the feeling of being… exposed… vulnerable. Even with the weapon he was carrying. Damn it, he hated feeling this jumpy.

Seeing he was pretty much alone in front of the motel Dean made his say quickly to the room next door. A light flush staining his cheeks when he realized the possibility that his long time friend and almost father figure might have gotten an earful of him and Sam last night. They hadn’t exactly been quiet after all…

He could really only hope that because they were staying in the honeymoon suite that the sound proofing might just be a little bit better than the normal rooms.

Dean knocked on the door to Bobby’s room.

Bobby and Jacob had been up for a few hours and already finished off what coffee the motel supplied. Neither said anything to each about the sounds they had heard the night before or this morning. Bobby tried to remind himself that if it helped Dean through this trauma, it was a good thing. But really, how many times did the two men need to screw each other in the handful of hours since dinner? He'd counted two last night and two this morning. Though some muffled sounds had Bobby unsure if there was a fifth in there.

The old hunter was getting restless and hungry. Jacob had already suggested, twice, that they go eat without the men. Hearing the shower, Bobby had made the erroneous assumption the two would be out soon. As soon as they fucked each other dry, apparently. Both his and Jacob's things were packed and ready and Bobby was just about to go pound on Dean's door when a knock sounded at his own.

"About damned time," Bobby muttered.

"Can't rush good sex," Jacob said. "And Sammy boy has had a hundred and fifty years or so of practice."

Bobby tossed a glare at the old man. "I don't need the imagery of Dean and Sam making out right before breakfast, Jake."

Jake laughed at the face Bobby made. He was about to make another comment when Bobby opened the door and decided to stay quiet. When the air from outside blew in he could tell it was Dean. If it had been Sam, he would have been happy to embarrass the man. Dean, he'd cut a little slack. Though he might just have to try to find a good point in conversation at some point to note that Sam carried Dean across the threshold the night before just like a blushing bride. He had been in near stitches at the look on Bobby's face the night before.

"Ready for breakfast?" Bobby asked Dean.

Aw, Jacob just couldn't resist. It was to perfect. "Sounded like you worked up an appetite," Jacob said as he pushed himself to his feet and headed to the door.

The door swung open quickly to his knock, and Dean took one look at Bobby’s expression and almost groaned in embarrassment. Bobby had heard them.

The older hunter’s slightly irritated tone as he asked him if he were ready for breakfast was what gave it away. If Bobby was just pissed about having to wait on him to go eat then the older man would have just come over and started pounding on the door to wake him up. The fact that Bobby hadn’t done that, said a lot. Like he didn’t want to get an eyeful…

Damned cheap motel soundproofing…

Even though he already knew that the two older men had overheard them Dean couldn’t stop the color from rising to his cheeks a little at Jacob’s comment… and he had a sneaking suspicion this was why Sam had asked him to tell Bobby and Jacob they were ready to leave. Oh, he was so going to get Sam back for this later.

Dean cleared his throat a little.

“Yeah, everything’s packed up. We’re ready to go when you are.”

"About damned time," Bobby said and hefted his things, almost feeling sorry for Dean what with Jake's comment. "Let's get to the car and get going. Saw a breakfast place on the way in. Saw a few good places too that might be good for relocating your car too."

Bobby motioned Dean to step back and when he had, he carried his stuff out to the trunk of his car and loaded his things inside then unlocked the doors. Jacob tossed his stuff in beside Bobby's. Sam came out of the honeymoon suite loaded down with their things.

"Dean, there's two more bags in there. Can you get them?" Sam called. He headed to Bobby's car. When he reached there, Bobby looked him over a minute.

"He doing okay?" Bobby asked Sam softly.

Sam gave the worried man a small smile. "More or less. We're…getting through it. It's just going to take some time."

Bobby grunted and gave a nod. "He don't turn to others usually. Still ain't forgiven himself over his daddy's death. 'T'weren't really his fault, but he takes the blame anyhow."

"I know he does," Sam murmured back. He gave Dean a smile when Dean came up and dropped the last two bags in the trunk. "C'mon, Be—Dean," Sam said, catching himself. That was his private joke with Dean. And he definitely didn't want Jake catching wind of it.

Sam headed over to the Toyota and climbed inside, unlocking the far door for Dean. He promptly turned down the radio as soon as he started the car. He gave Dean a sidelong glance. "Sure you're not deaf?" he asked as he put the car in gear, ready to follow Bobby's car to the restaurant.

Dean winced a little at Bobby’s reply. So the older man wasn’t just irritated. He was pissed. Well, he supposed he couldn’t really blame him. Dean had been selfish. He hadn’t even thought that Bobby and Jacob might be waiting on them. Hadn’t even crossed his mind and it should have. While it wasn’t exactly late, he knew Bobby was an early riser and liked to get breakfast right away.

Not to mention Bobby had been forced to listen to them all last night. Who the hell would want to listen to that? He didn’t even know how Bobby really felt about… him and Sam. Dean’s choice in bed partners didn’t really concern the older man, but Bobby’s opinion of him meant a lot to the young man and the thought that Bobby might be disgusted with him… Not only for having a man as a lover but for having a vampire?

Dean stepped back when Bobby motioned him to but he didn’t meet the older man’s eyes directly. He was more than glad when Sam asked him to go get the rest of the bags, giving him a couple minutes alone. No, he wasn’t going to go off and cry like some little girl, but he just needed a few minutes to process things. He almost winced at the idea that once they dumped their stolen Toyota they would be stuck in the car with Bobby and Jake on the way back up to Jacob’s house for hours.

Yeah… that was going to be loads of fun. Dean sighed as he hefted the bags, looking around the room once more almost longingly, before he went out and shut the door behind him, hearing it lock.

Dean didn’t even offer the vampire a mild glare at his almost slip up as he threw the last bags into the trunk of Bobby’s car and closed it. He might have made the effort if Sam had actually said it though. He didn’t need Bobby thinking even lower of him with that damned chick nickname. But right now he simply had other things on his mind.

When he got in the car and Sam immediately turned down the radio, Dean didn’t bother to reach over to try to turn it up.

“Not yet.” He answered anyway, giving Sam a half forced smile. Doing his best to shake off his mood before the vampire asked him about it because he really didn’t feel like talking about it right now.

Sam frowned at Dean's change in mood. He reached over and ran his hand along Dean's thigh, not suggestively but in comfort, then took hold of Dean's hand, wrapping his fingers between Dean's. He wasn't really sure what had Dean upset. Leaving maybe? Returning to the 'real' world? The thought of hunting down Vanessa? Bobby hadn't seemed upset, so he didn't think Bobby said anything to upset Dean, but who knew. Hell, they were both pretty fucked in the head. It could have been anything.

Following Bobby to the restaurant Sam just kept silent, holding Dean's hand as he drove.

He parked the car beside Bobby's and giving Dean's hand a final squeeze, let go and got out of the car. It was midmorning, in between breakfast and lunch, so the restaurant wasn't crowded. They got a booth and Sam slid in, letting Dean have the outside seat. The waitress had coffee and water in front of them almost immediately. Sam barely glanced at the menu. He knew exactly what he wanted. Setting the menu aside, he dropped one hand down onto Dean's thigh, just resting it there, enjoying that small bit of subtle contact with Dean.

"How far are we from your place, Jake?" Sam asked.

"About fourteen hours," Jacob said. "Though with the way Speed Racer here drives, it'll be more like ten."

"I've just been making up for the way you drive when I let you. You'd think you were a hundred or something."

"I am almost a hundred," Jacob retorted.

Twisting his head, Bobby stared at the old man. "You ain't older than yer mid-seventies."

Jacob shook his head and laughed. "Just turned ninety-eight."

Bobby eyed Jacob suspiciously before glancing at Sam.

Sam nodded, confirming Jacob's age. "Side effect, apparently," he said, taking a sip of his coffee. "You two sleep okay last night?"

"Used to crashing in dirt-cheap motels," Bobby said. This was kinda a nice change. Might have to start getting the better hotels. Nice to have a decent bed for a change. Of course with the way Jake snores…"

"No worse than you, Mr. Freight Train," Jacob tossed back. "What about you Sammy?" he asked, keeping his voice honest and innocent. He could tell Dean was upset about something and figured a wise crack wouldn't help anything.

"Slept really good," Sam said, ignoring Jacob calling him Sammy. "Probably the first time since…well, the first time in awhile."

Jake gave him a brief, understanding smile. "Good," he said, and glanced down at his menu.

Dean smiled a little more genuinely when Sam ran his hand along his thigh. He almost made a crack about the other man not starting something he couldn’t finish (yeah, like either of them would be able to get it up again so soon) but decided against it. He simply accepted the offered comfort, didn’t even call “chick flick moment” when Sam took his hand and held it all the way to the restaurant. Dean wasn’t about to admit that he felt a little better when they reached their destination because of it.

The young man followed Sam and the older men into the restaurant and slid into the booth beside Sam. Though he still didn’t really meet the eyes of Bobby sitting across from him, focusing on his menu instead while the others talked.

Fourteen hour drive… yeah, that was going to be just as “fun” as he’d imagined. Dean was really hoping it would be more like ten. Though even ten hours was probably going to be a nightmare.

Hmmm… the “brunch special” looked good. Pancakes, eggs, homemade hash browns, a slice of ham, and either bacon or sausage. He could probably get the waitress to bring him both bacon and sausage without extra charge if he turned on the charm a little… but he wasn’t sure how well Sam might take that. A jealous vampire? Probably better to just pay the extra buck fifty…

When Sam asked the two older men if they’d “slept ok” Dean felt himself sink a little lower in his seat, as though he was trying to hide behind his menu, without really thinking about it. Fuck. Why did Sam have to ask that? What if Bobby said something to Sam about them keeping the older men up all night with their fucking? What if Jacob said something? Remembering Jacob’s comment about “working up an appetite” maybe Dean would skip the extra side of bacon after all…

No, he wasn’t a fucking prude, and he wasn’t ashamed of him and Sam, it was just… complicated… Bobby was the only “family” he had left and… He couldn’t stand the thought of Bobby being ashamed of him. And if Bobby was ashamed of him, did that mean his father might be ashamed of him too? If his Dad knew about him and Sam…

Thankfully the only “complaints” Bobby voiced was about Jacob’s snoring and the young man relaxed a little. He glanced briefly over at Sam when the other man admitted he’d slept good too. Dean was glad of that. Sam hadn’t been sleeping much lately mostly because he’d been taking care of him. Dean had slept really good too, at least until he’d woken up with at fucking nightmare.

Dean sighed softly as he lowered his menu and reached for his coffee. At least the coffee was good.

When the waitress returned, Sam placed his order for waffles and bacon. He raised an eyebrow at the large breakfast Dean ordered. It was a special though, not like he ordered it all ala carte and Dean certainly needed to regain a bit of his weight. Though seeing his jeans hang low on his hips, Sam certainly wasn't going to complain about that.

As soon as the waitress had taken their orders, Sam nudged Dean.

"Gotta hit the head," Sam said softly. He headed for the bathroom after Dean let him out. He hadn't taken but half a dozen steps when Jacob caught up to him.

"How you doing, Sam?" Jacob asked. He hadn't gotten any time alone with Sam to talk to him and he really needed to know. Sam would tell him things he knew he wouldn't say in front of the others.

"Scared shitless," Sam said quietly as he pushed open the door to the bathroom. "Keep expecting to see her or smell her. The nightmares, they've eased up a bit. Dean went into bloodlust while they had us. Vanessa took too much from him and I bit her and then she got too close to Dean. My animal got Dean and me out of Vanessa's hands, then took back over when I just …couldn't deal." He gave Jacob a small smile. "I'll be okay, old man. I guess I'm out of practice dealing with new things."

"Dean going to stay with you?" Jacob asked.

Giving a small shrug, Sam felt his jaw clench. "I promised I wouldn't ask anymore. He hasn't decided. I'll take whatever time he gives me. When he's ready to leave, he'll leave. It'll be over and Dean can move on."

"I'll tell him, you know. What you intend to do when he leaves you."

Sam looked over at him, his eyes conveying how serious he was. "I'll kill you, you know. Dean has enough guilt he carries. I'll give it time. He'll never connect it. He might wonder, but he'll never know for sure. It'll just be a hunting accident, a bad hunt. Hell old man, you might be dead by then. We're going after Vanessa. It may be neither one of us will get out of that one alive. Just let me live in the moment, Jake. It's all I've got. I can't think about tomorrow. I just can't. It hurts too much."

"Okay, Sammy," Jacob said, relenting, praying Dean did decide to stay with his friend.

*

Bobby watched as Jacob followed after Sam and he had to admit, he was glad to have a few minutes to talk with Dean. He wasn't really sure what to say but he knew Dean was all tied up in knots over everything. Was he comfortable with the idea Dean was sleeping with a vampire? Hell no. But if Sam was anything at all like what Jake claimed, then Dean was safe with him. The bites on Dean's neck that were practically healed up made it perfectly clear Dean was okay with the situation. The hickeys and bruises he saw on Sam certainly reinforced that. It was a little odd to think of the ladies man that Dean was choosing a male lover. He wondered if Dean hadn't been raped those years ago if Dean would have been more active with either gender.

A vampire though. Still…hell, if Dean cared about him…Bobby tried to forget what a vampire was. A half-breed demon in a dead body. But demons, he had never met a demon like Sam. It didn't seem right to even say Sam and demon in the same sentence. He had known a right more handful of people more demonic than the vampire, and they were just normal humans. Like the man who had raped John's boy. Not all Supernatural was evil. He knew that. He just never expected to classify a vampire in that category.

"Jake thinks pretty damned highly of Sam," Bobby said. "He's told me enough to make me believe Sam's a good man. What little I've seen of him, and talked with him, it's pretty damned obvious he cares a helluva lot about you." He paused. "Gotta admit, it's a little strange, seeing you two together, but if he makes you happy, son, then I'm glad for you. He's welcome at my place. Just so's you know." After a pause, the old hunter gave Dean a hard glare. "But I still don't want you two making out in my back seat. I'd say the same if Cristo was a plain human girl. Don't want to hear no moaning or lip smacking while I'm driving.

Dean gave Sam a slightly disbelieving look when the other man nudged him and said he was heading to the bathroom. They’d just left the motel, for Christ sake. If this was a “problem” for Sam he better bring a bottle along with him, because Bobby didn’t make pit stops every hour. He got up anyway to let Sam out, realizing only after he did he would once more be left alone with the two older men… great…

But then Jacob got up too, following Sam to the head, and Dean wondered if something else was going on. Sam had seemed fine, but then again, Dean had been a little bit too lost in his own thoughts and might not have noticed anything wrong. He was wondering if he shouldn’t go after Sam, just to make sure everything was fine, when Bobby spoke.

The young man nodded, a little cautiously, at his friends comments about Sam. Dean wasn’t at all surprised that Jacob had a high opinion of Sam, they’d been friends for decades after all. He also wasn’t surprised that the older man had talked so much about Sam with Bobby, and Dean was even glad for it. He didn’t know what he would have done if Bobby had wanted to hurt, or even kill, Sam once the older hunter found them. It was bad enough thinking about how Bobby might be ashamed of him and disapprove of them being lovers.

Dean felt a bit of color rising to his cheeks even though he tried to fight it down when Bobby pointed out how much Sam obviously cared about him. Then the older man paused, and Dean could just hear the “but” that was most likely being prepared. But he’s a vampire, but he’s a he, Dean wasn’t sure which one would hurt him more.

When Bobby instead said he was glad for him, Dean blinked a little in surprise and wondered if he had heard right or only heard what he wanted to hear. When the older man went on to inform him that Sam was welcome at his place, the only place Dean had ever really called home, the young man felt the knot in his chest finally start to unwind. Bobby never would have offered to have Sam in his home unless he meant it. Dean smiled at the other man.

“Thanks, Bobby.” Dean replied genuinely and then couldn’t help but grin when the older man warned him again about making out in his back seat. Honestly? He wasn’t sure he could promise anything. But it was probably best to just give Bobby the answer the older hunter wanted to hear. “No making out. Got it.”

After Sam finished and washed his hands, he gave Jacob a brief smile. "Thanks for worrying about me old man. And coming after me."

Jacob bobbed his head once. "That's what friends do, young 'un."

Wadding up the wet paper towel in his hands he lobbed it at him. Jacob dodged it and just laughed, following him out. Even from across he room he could see Dean's grin and how much more relaxed Dean suddenly seemed. That eased his mind greatly. "So does Bobby approve or disapprove of Dean and me?"

"So long as you look after his boy, I think you could be Lucifer himself and Bobby would tolerate it. I did a lot of talking, polished up your image something pretty. I don't know if he approves, but I don't think he's going to come between you. But do you think you could have been any louder last night and this morning?"

Sam flushed a little. "Guess we should have gotten a buffer room between us."

"Bobby didn't get all tied up in knots about it. He listened, making sure Dean was okay, but when he was satisfied, he ignored you two. Though he did mutter something about earplugs."

Sam laughed. "Yeah, well at least your place has some decent soundproofing if we shut the door."

Jacob chuckled. "I really ought to open up a bordello when you come to visit. And you still owe me strippers."

Sam rolled his eyes as he approached the table. "I know, I know. You'll get them." He gave Bobby a nod and then flicked Dean's arm. "Out or scoot over."

When Sam returned and flicked his arm, ordering him to move over or get out Dean gave the other man a mock irritated glare, but he scooted over to let the vampire in.

“You better be on the outside I think. Considering you apparently have a bladder the size of a teacup.” The young man teased, grinning again. Definitely feeling a lot more relaxed now that he knew that Bobby wasn’t ashamed of him or going to give him an ultimatum or anything regarding Sam. Dean honestly wasn’t sure how he would have handled that.

It was painfully obvious to Dean right now how much he needed Sam, and the sex, even though it was great, wasn’t even half of it. Hell, just to get by with simple every day things. Like sleeping without nightmares. Not freaking out when he was out in the open, or if a stranger touched him…

Dean wondered if any of that would change after they’d gone after the vampire nest and took them down. Revenge… it was what had pushed his father into hunting in the first place. He wondered if his dad had ever found the thing that had killed his mom if he would have stopped hunting, gone back to a normal life. Dean had always wondered if he’d ever gone looking for his first… rapist… if he’d killed the man for what he’d done to him, if it would have made things easier after.

Or if some things just fucked you up beyond repair and all you could really do was deal with it.

Dean was really glad when the food arrived to take his mind off of where his thoughts had spiraled to. He dug into his meal without hesitation. Everything was great, better than most greasy spoon diners he frequented, or maybe he was hungry enough that he wouldn’t have cared how it tasted. Yeah, he’d probably have to suffer through a few more comments on how much of an appetite he’d worked up, but right now Dean didn’t care.

Sam and Jacob passed amused glances at the enthusiasm with which Dean dug into his meal. When Sam saw Jacob was about to comment on something along those lines he kicked Jacob in the shin and thankfully, Jacob kept his mouth shut.

Sam enjoyed his waffles as thoroughly as Dean seemed to enjoy his meal, he just didn't inhale it like a half-starved stray.

Conversation at the table was light and easy, and more relaxed than Sam really expected it to be though Bobby watched the vampire with a little more scrutiny than he might have liked. It was certainly discreet, but all the same it was there.

He finally looked at Bobby. "Are you trying to spot me make some mistake that might give away what I am?"

Bobby flushed a little. "Well, I, well, yeah, guess maybe I am," he agreed.

Sam gave Bobby a patient smile, pleased the man was being honest. "I've spent close quarters with a lot of hunters through the years. Most never realize. Usually the ones that do, they realize it right away, though I'll be damned if I know how. I've had a few realize after a few days, and in those cases it's because of something like a wound healing too fast. They don't necessarily mark me for what I am, but they know I'm not…average. Every once in awhile I screw up. Sometimes my strength, my enhanced senses, those can betray me too. If you figure out how a hunter spots me with one look, I'd love to know."

Studying him a minute, Bobby gave a slight nod. "You seem too experienced for your age, too comfortable. The look in your eyes…" The old hunter sat back. "Yeah. That's what's not quite right, what I've been trying to put my finger on. Your eyes, they say you're old."

Sam cocked an eyebrow at the hunter. He had never really considered it, but it was always when he met the other hunter's eyes that they called him out as a vampire.

"Huh," Sam responded, musing on the possibility. "May be. Though that, I'm not sure I know how to hide."

Jacob snickered. "Just think of Dean. Your eyes get all googly. Like a teenager with a crush."

Sam glared at him. "You are such a pain in my ass, Jake."

"I do my best. And you're paying for breakfast."

Sam gave Bobby a sidelong glance. "I really want to tell you how much sympathy I have for you for having to put up with him all this time."

Bobby laughed grinning just a little, meeting Sam's gaze pointedly. "Believe me, for the things I learned, it was more than worth it."

Sam huffed, glaring at Jacob. "Peas. Not pumpkins. They are going to be the size of peas," he said, referring to the stripper.

Dean hadn’t noticed Bobby watching Sam, maybe because he was too distracted by inhaling his breakfast to notice, but he looked up when the vampire mentioned it. Raising an eyebrow at Bobby and then grinning a little when the older hunter admitted to why he was doing it. He should have realized that Bobby wasn’t going to let that go. That he hadn’t spotted Sam for what he was right away.

Neither had Dean for that matter, and he had been in close quarters with the vampire for a lot longer than Bobby had. It did make him feel like less than an idiot though that Bobby, and apparently most hunters, didn’t recognize Sam for what he was. If Dean had recognized Sam as a vampire back then... well, things would have ended a hell of a lot differently for him, for both of them, that’s for sure. So he wasn’t all that upset that he didn’t pick up on Sam being a vampire right from the beginning.

Even though he couldn’t help wondering if his father would have been really disappointed at him for it. He wondered if his Dad would have been able to see Sam for what he was right in the beginning. He wondered if his Dad would be as ashamed as he’d feared Bobby had been... or even worse... if he knew him and Sam were together.

Dean cocked his head to the side a little, studying Sam a little harder when the older hunter mentioned Sam’s eyes. The “experience” written in them. The longer he looked Dean realized that Bobby was right, and Dean never would have thought of that. When Dean looked at Sam he simply saw someone who was older, more experienced, when in truth Sam’s body looked younger than his.

“Good pair of sunglasses will take care of that.” Dean mentioned cheekily, when Sam said he didn’t know how he could hide his eyes. Grinning at Sam as he reached over and snagged a piece of bacon from the vampire’s plate since he’d finished all of his.

The young man glanced over at Jacob, snickering a little when the old man mentioned how Sam’s eyes got all “googly” when the vampire thought of him.

The man who was close to his hundreds, but looked like he was around seventy, and acted like he was a horny teen. A little disturbing, that. Still, the experience was written there plainly in the old man’s eyes. This old man who was a young man when he and Sam had met. It was kind of... weird... when he thought of it like that. Sam always looking the same. How Sam would continue to look the same even after Dean was Jacob’s age.

Dean found himself wondering if... just if... he and Sam did stay together. He wondered how long it would be for. Dean was in his twenties now. Prime of his life and all that. But would Sam still want to stay with him when he was in his thirties? Forties? Fifties? Older? As Dean continued to mentally tack on the decades he didn’t like the answer he came up with. Not that hunters on average had a particularly long life span, but why would Sam, who would always look young and beautiful, want to stick around with him once he was an old man?

"It's a little silly looking to wear sunglasses at midnight, Genius," Sam said with a glare, but his small smile ruined the effect of anger. When Dean stole a piece of bacon from his plate Sam's eyes widened.

"Hey! I like bacon you little thief!" Sam complained. His eyes narrowed a little and he snaked his hand over to Dean's ribs and he tickled him. The way Dean jumped, for a moment he was worried the young man was going to choke on his piece of stolen bacon. Sam looked over at Bobby.

"I take it he's very ticklish."

"In the right mood, in the right spot, he screams like a girl," Bobby said, grinning ear to ear at the two boys. He hadn't seen Dean this animated since…since before John died. It did his heart good to see Dean horsing around with a friend, even if it was his…boyfriend. Okay, now that was just plain weird. Dean with a boyfriend.

Sam gave Dean an evil grin. "That's good to know. I'll have to find that spot."

"Sam's feet are ticklish," Jacob volunteered.

Sam hung his head. "I can't win with you around, Jake, I swear. Won't you give me a little of an edge?

"Right behind the knees too, if I remember right," Jacob added in an exaggerated whisper as if Sam wasn't right across the table from him.

Sam waved down the waitress. "Could we get our check? And four large coffees to go?" he said. Dean didn’t need any more insider information from his too helpful friend and they were all about done anyhow. He looked over at Dean's empty plate and switched his plate for Dean's.

"Here. Eat," he told him, snagging the last piece of bacon from the plate and eating it himself. When he finished he slowly licked the maple syrup that had gotten on it from his fingers, looking pointedly at Dean.

Dean merely grinned, completely unrepentant, when Sam protested about him stealing his bacon. He merely munched happily on the crunchy perfectly cooked bacon slice as though he had won it fair and square, at least until Sam went for one of his ticklish spots without warning. Dean responded with a yelp that made him nearly choke on the previously mentioned bacon instead. He grabbed Sam’s hand as he coughed, glaring a little at Sam as though the other man had purposefully tried to make him choke. Then he turned that same glare on Bobby, as though the older man had just betrayed a state secret.

“Bobby!” Dean started to protest, but then laughed as Jacob piped in helpfully, listing off some of Sam’s ticklish spots. Dean turned his own evil grin on Sam. He had a feeling next time they stopped for the night the tickle war was going to be on. Dean couldn’t really wait.

Dean was a little surprised when Sam pushed his plate in front of him, but he wasn’t about to complain. Those waffles had looked damned good, and Dean dug in happily. An unspoken truce for now, until the tickle war later.

The young man couldn’t help but watch as Sam licked the syrup off of his fingers, easily remembering how the other man had looked licking at his cock.

“Bobby says no making out in the back seat. I think that extends to the breakfast table.” Dean ‘scolded’ Sam, even as he licked his lower lip free of syrup.

Sam laughed to himself when he saw Dean dig into the remnants of his own breakfast. He had only eaten about half of the meal. His virus did seem to get a little irritated if he ate too much solid food too often, so he knew he needed to ease back a little.

When Dean watched him clean his fingers free of the sticky syrup, he was thinking of eating, but certainly not more waffles. Dean licking the shiny drop of syrup free of his lip while warning him Bobby was not going to permit making out in the back seat almost made Sam groan. He wanted to taste those lips made all the sweeter by the meal he was eating and let his hands roam over that handsome body while he sucked on Dean's neck.

He tossed a slight huff to Bobby. "I sure as hell hope you drive fast then," Sam said, smirking as he reached down to Dean's thigh and ran his hand along the inside of it teasingly.

The waitress dropped the bill off and Sam had to stop his teasing as he dug out his wallet. Looking at the bill, he laid out three twenties. She was back almost immediately with the large steaming cups filled with hot coffee.

"Keep the change," he told her with a smile and a wink. She had a really nice ass and he couldn't help but watch her as she walked away.

Dean snorted a little when Sam told Bobby the older man better drive quick. He probably should have been a little embarrassed that his "boyfriend" was outright telling the man who was the closest thing he had to a father now that Sam couldn't keep his hands off him. Instead Dean only felt pleased. And when he felt the vampire's hand on his thigh he had a feeling even though they couldn't outright make out Sam was going to be doing plenty of groping and driving him crazy during the long drive.

Thankfully Bobby merely rolled his eyes at their antics and excused himself from the table to take a trip to the bathroom before they left. Dean continued finishing off Sam's waffles, grinning to himself like a lovesick fool but he didn't much care.

He missed Sam's touch immediately when the other man stopped to take out his wallet, but he certainly didn't miss the way Sam smiled and winked at the waitress. Dean blinked, wondering if he'd imagined it, but no, Sam was definitely flirting. Dean watched Sam as the vampire's eyes followed her ass all the way back to the cash register, and Dean felt the easy grin on his face slip off immediately.

Maybe if it had happened at any other time, instead of right on the tail of his thoughts about him growing old and Sam ditching him for a younger, prettier, model he wouldn't have thought anything of it. Or at least he wouldn't have thought as much about it as he did. Hell, he probably would have even been looking himself appreciatively.

Unfortunately it did and he felt the same jealous spark light inside of him as when he'd realized Sam had gone out to get laid, even though he'd never have admitted it to himself then. The same jealousy that he felt when Sam had first told him about his wives, even though they were long dead and Dean felt guilty for it every time. Fuck, who was he really kidding? If Sam was looking around now and he wasn't even old and decrepit yet…

Dean pushed away the plate, not hungry in the least anymore.

Worse than the jealousy though was the hurt, and Dean schooled his features quickly to hide it. Elbowing Sam lightly in the side to get the other man to move and let him out of the booth. God damn it. He was not going to get all emo over this. He was not.

"I'm gonna go too, lemme out."

Sam heard it immediately. The way Dean's breath hitched a little, the way his heart beat changed, the shift in his smell going from sexy and interested to hurt, and the slide of the plate on the table as Dean pushed it away.

"Hey, hey, whoa," Sam said. "I'm sorry." He stood up to let Dean out and as soon as Dean was on his feet he pulled Dean into the most scorching passionate kiss he could possibly give him, not giving a damned they were in the middle of a restaurant. When he finally let Dean breathe, he ran a hand over Dean's hair lovingly. "Don't you ever doubt you're my one and only. Ever. Jessica and I had something of an open relationship, or at least," and he leaned in, "we enjoyed the occasional threesome," he whispered in Dean's ear. "You don't want me looking an anyone but you, then you damned well consider it done. I am utterly and completely yours for as long as you'll have me. I don't care how old you get, and you damned well better plan on living a long long time, because I just couldn't take the heartbreak of losing you in just thirty or forty years." The sudden thought of losing Dean made his own breath catch and he pulled Dean close again and he had to fight back the tears as he buried his face in the crook of Dean's neck.

When he was finally willing to release Dean, he stared into those green eyes, knowing full well his own eyes were glistening. "I know...I know you may not stay with me and I promised you I wouldn't ask, but I love you more than anything. I loved Jessica dearly, but Dean, she just doesn't hold a candle to you. I don't think I've ever felt like this about anyone. Not even Michael. I am completely head over heels over you." Sam's voice dropped to a soft whisper. "I feel like I'll die if you...you don't want..." He just couldn't say it. He cursed himself as he felt the tear slide down his cheek and turned away from Dean. Waving Dean toward the bathroom he said thickly, "Go on. I'll be out at the car."

Sam grabbed the carton with the coffees and started toward the door.

Dean mentally cursed when Sam suddenly apologized and he realized the vampire had picked up on his sudden change of mood. Again. And the young man couldn’t help but wonder not for the first time if Sam wasn’t half psychic too. He didn’t like that Sam could always read him so damned easily, no matter what he did to try to hide it. Right now the embarrassment he felt for being caught acting like such a chick over this made him want to just crawl into a hole and hide, if only to get his head back on straight. He was so damned confused about… everything right now.

Before he could take more than a single step towards the bathroom though once Sam had let him out of the booth, the other man had caught him and pulled him into a kiss that literally took his breath away. He couldn’t do much more than hold onto Sam and return the kiss, forgetting about everyone else around them. Forgetting about Jacob sitting right there watching and listening to everything they said, forgetting about Bobby in the restroom who could come out and see them any second, forgetting about the damned waitress with the nice ass. Everything.

Even once Sam finally released him from the scorching kiss he felt he could do little more than cling to the other man as he panted for breath. His cheeks reddening even more when Sam confirmed he knew exactly what had upset him as he promised him not to look at anyone else, like Dean was one of the worst kind of freaky jealous girlfriends. Even as Dean hated himself a little for it, he couldn’t deny that possessive spark inside of him that was pleased to hear Sam call himself his. Only his. Thirty or forty years from now, Sam would still be his. Even once Dean was the sleazy old man with the hot young boyfriend…

The tears in Sam’s eyes when the other man finally pulled back to look at him struck him like a fist to his gut. Guilt hit him hard and fast, making his throat practically close up. Made him feel like he was standing on the very edge of a cliff with nothing but a sheer drop behind him.

God damn it. He didn’t deserve this kind of… devotion. He didn’t want Sam to forget about or love his past loves any less because of him. He didn’t want Sam to love him so much he… would even talk about dying if he… what? Died? Left him? Dean felt sick to his stomach. He didn’t want Sam to love him that much. He wasn’t worth that kind of love and if something ever happened to Sam… The worst part of it was, Dean had never made any promises to Sam. Not one. And Sam still loved him like that…

When Sam finally released him he felt weak and shocked and like a feather could knock him over. He barely managed a nod he was sure that Sam didn’t see anyway before he made his way towards the bathroom. Avoiding Jacob’s eyes, avoiding everyone’s. Even once he made it to the bathroom he only made it as far as the sink. Clutching at the smooth porcelain surface tight enough his knuckles turned white. It might have been the only thing holding him up right now he was shaking so badly. Dean squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to even look at himself in the mirror.