Dean gave a nod when Sam explained he was going to go make some phone calls to his vamp buddies… or colleagues… or whatever they were. He snorted a little when Sam explained calling etiquette for vampires. He’d have to remember that… though he wasn’t sure he’d ever need to know that little bit of info you never know.

He had to admit. He couldn’t wait for dinner tomorrow.

Dean laughed again at Sam’s not so subtle invitations for him to come distract him while he made his phone calls.

“I think go back to bed and let you go make your phone calls. That way I can nibble on your neck when you’re not distracted.” Dean said as he got up and took his dishes to the sink. “Hurry up so you can come get your desert.”

Sam leered at Dean. "Mmm, I'll be quick," he promised.

Coffee in hand, the headed out to the porch. He touched base with the Network first. They had to be made aware of what had happened, and that a couple more humans were in the game. He told them only that Dean was a boyfriend and bloodmate. He wasn't ready to reveal that Dean had survived turning. They'd figure it out soon enough. Anyone that went with them, he'd tell them, but the Network, they could wait until this was all resolved. There were indeed plenty of vamps ready to help him, just as there were some that wanted to simply stay off the radar. He understood. There were times he wanted to simply stay off the radar too. Vanessa had taken that luxury away from him for the time being.

With a list of those willing to be back up on the hunt, he felt better, more secure. It was still going to be an ugly battle and he knew it. But he had done all he could until he and Dean sat down with Bobby tomorrow and figured out where Vanessa was holed up. Just as he was anxious for it to be done, he wasn't looking forward to it. He and Dean were both pretty damaged goods at the moment. He still watched the woods, still sniffed the air, still felt that bit of fear tear at him as he sat on the porch. After he had finished his phone calls he was more than ready to go in and crawl into bed beside his lover, hold him, and find comfort in his presence. A small part of him still couldn't believe Dean was really going to stay with him. But he was.

He went back inside after a final scan of the surrounding land, put his empty coffee cup in the kitchen, and then went to his bedroom, where his lover lay. He honestly didn't care if there was going to be any 'dessert.' Holding Dean in his arms was more than enough.

Dean chuckled to himself as he watched Sam head out to the front porch and shook his head. He had teased the other man about using ‘vampire Viagra’ and here he was just as bad. If he kept encouraging Sam like this he was going to end up walking funny for a long time. As he returned to their room, started stripping off the clothes he’d put on not more than a half hour ago, and slid naked into the nice clean sheets that had just been put on the bed, somehow he didn’t mind that idea so much.

Though he honestly wasn’t sure if he could go another round with the vampire tonight even if he wanted to. Not to mention the idea of sleeping in a wet spot or come crusted sheets for the rest of the night wasn’t very appealing.

Maybe they should stick to sex in the shower. Yeah they tended to get more dirty than clean but then cleanup was a hell of a lot easier. Dean snorted softly to himself and closed his eyes. He wasn’t planning on sleeping yet, just dozing. He wanted to wait for Sam to get back before he slept. Dean wasn’t even sure if he could have slept if he wanted to without Sam by his side. Though he tried not to acknowledge it he felt a nervousness creeping through his veins at the idea of Sam being out there alone…

Nothing was going to happen.

Still, Dean kept his ears open and breathed a small sigh of relief when he finally heard the front door open and close signaling Sam was returning. He opened his eyes and turned to look towards the doorway when he heard the soft creek of the floorboard just outside and gave Sam a small grin. Turning down the covers and patting the bed beside him.

Sam wasn't terribly surprised to find his lover still awake and waiting on him. He grinned back at Dean and happily slipped under the covers with him. Pulling Dean into his arms, he kissed him thoroughly.

"You didn’t need to wait up, you know," Sam said, though he figured Dean probably didn't want to go to sleep without him there. He certainly slept better with Dean beside him. He nestled up to the young hunter and breathed in the fresh scent of his lover's hair.

"You smell good," Sam said quietly. He nuzzled the young man's neck and after numbing it lightly, nipped just hard enough to draw a trickle of blood then licked it away.

"You taste good too," Sam said and sucked lightly on the wound, then licked it over until it stopped seeping. "Sorry, couldn't resist," he whispered into Dean's ear.

Giving Dean a final lingering kiss, he whispered, "Good night, sweet prince." With a satisfied sigh, he closed his eyes as he pulled Dean just a little closer, almost protectively, into his arms.

Dean watched with no small amount of appreciation as Sam stripped off his clothes and then slid into the bed beside him. He certainly didn’t complain when Sam pulled him close and he made a moan of appreciation at the kiss his lover gave him.

“Couldn’t miss this could I?” He replied, smiling a little as the big bad vampire hunter snuggled up against him.

He didn’t even complain about Sam treating him like a chick when the vampire began licking at his neck, nipping, and sucking. Dean let a pleased groan of pleasure slip from his throat, running his fingers gently though Sam’s hair at the base of his skull.

“Promised you desert after all.” Dean said smiling, however he had to roll his eyes a little at Sam’s overly sappy good night.

“You’re such a girl.” He said, but there was nothing but affection in his voice.