Dean awoke later, feeling warm, content... and sticky. The young man wrinkled his nose a little at that last part. He and Sam were practically glued together by dried come, and it wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling. God, the friggen stuff was everywhere...

It was dark in the room, silvery moonlight filtering in through the windows, meaning it was evening or early morning. Kind of hard to tell which. Which meant they'd probably missed dinner... well, Dean had missed dinner. This was probably right around Sam's breakfast time. The young man couldn't help but chuckle a little at that thought.

Shower. A shower was definitely the first thing on the to do list. But at the same time, Dean found that he didn't really want to move. He was still lying almost completely over the other man, using Sam as more of a mattress than the actual mattress. The vampire's chest his pillow and Sam's heart beat a comforting rhythm beneath his ear. It felt good... damned good, despite the stickiness.

Dean sighed softly. Weighing the advantages and disadvantages of getting out of bed for at least a quick shower before returning or just staying right where he was. He ran his fingers lightly down Sam's side to his hip and smiled at the deep sleepy purring that began in the other man's chest beneath his ear.

He shifted a little and propped himself up on one arm so he could look down at his sleeping lover. Feeling the small twinge in his inner thigh reminding him of where Sam had bitten and sucked from him. He ran his fingers back up the length of the other man's chest, pausing and rubbing lightly over the dark bruise that Dean had marked Sam with on his throat.

Dean's stomach grumbling faintly with hunger convinced him it was probably a good idea after all to unstick himself from his lover, grab a shower and some food, and maybe return to bed afterwards. He didn't want to really get in the habit of waking up at night and sleeping through the day, after all. It would be just another reminder of how he wasn't quite human anymore.

He debated whether or not to wake Sam up or let him sleep. The other man was sleeping so damned peacefully right now... but to be honest, Sam would probably wake up anyway once Dean moved off him. He could probably at least make it worth Sam's while then, Dean thought, smiling to himself as he brushed his lips gently over Sam's neck. Nuzzling and nipping the sensitive skin lightly as he worked his way slowly up to the other man's ear. Dean chuckled warmly again when Sam's purring increased in volume.

"Are you awake?" Dean whispered close to Sam's ear.

A part of him knew Dean was waking but he preferred to ignore than fact. Until Dean chose to get up, he would remain blissfully under the warmth of his body, enjoying the feel of Dean's flesh against his and stay in his half-sleep.

And then he felt those nibbling teeth and while he was still in half sleep mode, his cock was beginning to suggest waking up was a better idea.

"Mmrrf," was Sam's response to Dean's question. Slowly he moved his arm and rested his hand in the small of Dean's back, making slow little circles with his fingers on Dean's warm skin. His teeth descended without him really meaning for them to. He turned his head toward that mouth at his ear and kissed those precious lips, groaning softly at the pressure against his teeth. His other hand joined the first and both went to Dean's ass, digging in and squeezing as he lifted his hips, putting greater pressure on their cocks.

Almost reluctantly he let go of Dean's ass with one hand as he reached up to the night table and opened the drawer. Feeling around he pulled out the lube but set it aside on the table. His hand dove back in and he found what he was searching for. He pulled out the knife and pressed it into Dean's hand.

"If you want," Sam murmured into between kisses.

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle warmly at the sleepy, very un-awake sound that the vampire made. Though being more asleep than awake certainly didn’t seem to stop Sam’s groping hands any. The young man sighed softly at the feeling of Sam’s fingers rubbing his back and he didn’t hesitate returning the sleepy gentle kiss that the vampire gave him. Feeling Sam’s vampire teeth had descended, he was careful of the points, but that didn’t stop him from pressing his tongue and licking along his lover’s fangs. The pleasured groan that spilled into his mouth from his efforts his reward.

He started to rub his awakening dick alongside Sam’s. The sticky dry mess already on their stomachs was still uncomfortable, to say the least, but Dean ignored it now in favor of making a new mess. Might as well, since he was going to shower anyway, the young man decided with a small chuckle lost into his lover’s warm lips. Turning into a pleasured groan as Sam’s hands moved down to his ass and squeezed.

Dean reluctantly broke his kiss with the other man to breathe and to see what Sam was doing when the vampire’s hand left him. His eyes widened a little when he saw Sam extract the lube, but he relaxed again when he saw the other man only take out the knife… wasn’t that just completely fucked up?

Still, he took the offered blade, smiling into the soft kisses Sam gave him before he reluctantly pulled away again so he could see what he was doing. Scooting back a little, Dean looked down at Sam with nothing but love and devotion as he pressed the point of the blade to his chest, just over his heart, and made a small shallow cut almost to the other man’s nipple. Immediately dropping down to catch the first warm drops of blood on his tongue as he licked up along the cut with a moan. Then sucked on the other man’s nipple and played with it with his tongue until it was a hard peak.

Satisfied, Dean pulled back with a smug grin, looking down at Sam.

“Your turn.”

He had felt Dean's tension when he pulled out the lube, but ignored it. He really wasn't all that awake yet anyhow. He 'mmrph' a complaint when Dean stopped kissing him, but then felt the cool tip of the blade scrape his flesh, the sting immediately soothed as Dean's tongue slid along that cut. It wasn't lost on him where Dean chose to cut. Though he guessed his blood would probably taste of happy contentment, Dean was beginning to wash that away with his very determined work on Sam's nipple. Sam moaned and arched into that sucking mouth.

"God, so good," Sam murmured. He opened his eyes fully and met Dean's overly pleased gaze when Dean stopped.

Running his hands along Dean's exposed chest, he rubbed Dean's nipples in opposing circles. Curling upward he began to suck on Dean's pectoral muscle, letting Dean feel his sharp teeth. He nipped without numbing it this time, just enough to draw blood, and immediately licked and sucked at the small beads of crimson, moaning at the heavenly flavor. His cock was definitely getting more and more interested. He shifted his mouth from the bit and over to a nipple, sucking at it, then letting Dean feel the points of his teeth encircling it as he toyed with it with his tongue. He retracted his teeth as he bit down with his human teeth and sucked even harder.

He laid back and grinned at Dean. "I think you're up, Lover."

Dean moaned softly under his breath and arched a little into the fingers playing with his nipples. His hand went to the back of Sam’s neck when his lover sat up, half supporting and half encouraging. He felt the sharp scraped of Sam’s vampire teeth against his flesh, and his whole body seemed to tingle with anticipation before the bite. A soft hiss escaped him when the vampire’s teeth pierced his skin followed quickly by another low moan. His dick swelling even more and throbbing a little in time to the gentle licks and sucking against his chest.

Christ, he seriously wondered if Sam could make him come just from biting him. Dean wondered if that made him a really sick bastard, but it wasn’t really the pain he got off on. It was the closeness. The intimacy of it he’d never experienced in any other way before.

Dean rubbed his stiffening cock against Sam’s chest when the other man’s mouth moved to his nipple. The sharp points of the vampire’s teeth making his breath catch a little but Sam didn’t bite. That was good because Dean really didn’t want to get his nipple pierced. The young man groaned however when he felt his lover’s vampire teeth recede and Sam’s human teeth nipped the sensitive bud lightly. When he groaned again he wasn’t sure if it was in complaint or relief when the other man finally let up on his sensitive nub.

He smiled down and chuckled softly at his lover when Sam said it was his turn now. Oh yeah, he was definitely ready to raise the stakes a little. Dean leaned down to capture his lover’s lips, moaning into Sam’s mouth and sweeping his hands down the length of the other man’s chest. When he finally came up for air he gave his lover a mischievous look and scooted down the bed. Shifting so that he knelt between Sam’s knees, forcing the other man to spread his legs to accommodate him.

Picking up the knife again, Dean smiled as he pressed the point of the blade to Sam’s inner thigh, about the same place as his lover had bitten him earlier. He made another cut, only a little deeper than his first one, and just as with the first one, he didn’t hesitate leaning down, licking and sucking softly on the wound he’d made. Dean could taste the change in the vampire’s blood right away. He could still taste the warmth and contentment but he could also taste the increasing arousal, which of course fed into his own arousal making him even hotter and eager for more.

He was panting softly when his lips released the cut and his tongue dragged up Sam’s inner thigh towards his cock. He licked and nuzzled his lover’s balls and swiped his tongue up the entire length of Sam’s hot member. Swirling his tongue around the head, flicking into the slit, and closing his lips around the crown to suck. Moaning as though Sam’s cock was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Hell, maybe it was.

Finally releasing the head of his lover’s shaft with a wet pop, Dean looked up the length of Sam’s body through hooded eyelashes and smiled.

“Tag.”

Sam watched with anticipation to see what Dean had in mind next. He welcomed the kiss and met it fully, their tongues tangling and dancing back and forth between each other. Dean's touch left fire in it's wake and he moaned right back into Dean's mouth. When the kiss broke and he saw the look in Dean's eyes he knew whatever Dean had in mind, it was going to be good.

He splayed his legs open as Dean's slid down between them, lifting his head to see what Dean was up to. He felt the blade pressed to his inner thigh and his breath caught. When Dean began sucking there, Sam groaned in delight.

"Fuck yeah," Sam said thoroughly enjoying Dean sucking on that oh-so sensitive area. He wasn't prepared when Dean then focused his attention a little higher. His cock had been about half hard but when Dean moved up to his sac, then his cock, then took his cock in his mouth, his shaft was pretty much ready. He moaned loudly and couldn't help bucking a little as Dean worked his head. The sound of the 'pop' and Dean's mouth leaving his cock brought a small whine of complaint from his throat.

But now it was his turn.

He sat up and kissed Dean, sliding his arms under his lovers and dragging Dean up and over his body. Rolling Dean over so he was on top, he shifted from kissing the young hunter to sucking on Dean's lip. He nipped it and sucked the blood into his mouth, then wounded his own, so their blood might mixed freshly on their tongues. He spent a minute longer sharing their taste then slid down and licked just above the tip of where Dean's cock was, were precome had begun to dribble.

"So good," he murmured as he licked up the drops. He turned his attention to Dean's hipbone, moving just to the exterior. He numbed it just a little because this time he sunk his teeth in just a little deeper, sucking there for a minute, running his tongue around the flesh, before extracting his teeth and hungrily licking up the small bubbles of blood. He turned back to Dean's cock and blew warm breath across Dean's hard member, first the top, then the sides, loving the reaction he got. His tongue darted out just enough to lick off the next bead of precome, but nothing more. He took hold of Dean's cock and lowered his mouth onto it, but never touched it with his mouth or lips, just breathing on it teasingly, occasionally touching the flat of his tongue to its tip. He let go of it as he deep throated it, then sucked hard as he slowly pulled almost all the way off, then went back down on it. He worked the tip of Dean's cock with his throat muscles, contracting and relaxing, and letting his purr vibrate in the back of his throat. He pulled off again, sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed.

"Your turn," Sam said, giving the hip wound a final lick.

Dean groaned into Sam’s mouth when the other man sat up and kissed him, going willingly into his lover’s arms as the he was pulled up over Sam’s hard body. Only to find himself underneath the other man a second later which felt just as good, hell, maybe even better. He wrapped his arms around Sam’s shoulders, hissing softly at the sharp bite to his lip but he immediately tasted the vampire’s blood on Sam’s lips as well and groaned. It the taste of their blood mingling on his tongue seemed to shoot off fireworks inside of his body and he couldn’t help but arch beneath Sam, rubbing his erection against his lover’s stomach and moaning in pleasure.

Any complaint he might have had when Sam stopped kissing him was lost when he saw the look in Sam’s eyes as the other man crawled down the length of his body. Watching Sam lick the come off of his stomach was so damned hot it made him groan again, his stomach muscles clenching a little in anticipation feeling his lover’s tongue so close to his cock.

Sam didn’t touch his cock though, kissing his way to his hip instead and Dean prepared himself to feel the vampire’s teeth sink into his flesh.

“Oh yeah…” He panted, tangling his fingers into Sam’s hair at the suction and feel of Sam’s fangs in his skin. As he watched Sam licking away the blood that dribbled from the small wound with almost reverence, somehow Dean was still amazed how… loved… it made him feel. Special… If it was completely fucked up, he didn’t care one damned bit.

The feel of Sam’s hot breath along his cock was a delicious tease, and try as he might he couldn’t stop squirming and moaning, needing to feel more than that insubstantial touch.

“Fuck, Sam…” Dean groaned in frustration. If Sam didn’t fucking touch him soon he was going to take care of it himself… But finally Sam took him into his mouth, all the fucking way, and Dean’s hips came off the bed, a cry of pleasure ripped from his throat. Oh fuck the things Sam was doing to him with his mouth…

Dean cursed fluently when Sam stopped. Telling him it was his ‘turn’ again.

“Get up here you bastard.” Dean all but growled, tugging Sam up, and crushing his lips to his lover’s with a groan. As always, the taste of himself in Sam’s mouth making him hotter. Dean rolled them back over so that Sam was beneath him once more, never breaking their kiss. His hand slipped between their bodies to take both their cocks together, stroking them at the same time as he thrust against Sam.

Sam couldn’t help but laugh when Dean pulled him up for a kiss. That laugh was lost as Dean's lips covered his own and Dean's groan was almost lost in Sam's purr. There was nothing like a good tease to make a man's blood run hot. That purr turned into a growl as he found himself on his back and Dean had hold of their cocks. Sam wrapped his legs around Dean and moaned as Dean stroked him, as he felt Dean's hardened shaft beside his own. His kiss grew in intensity as he rocked against his lover, growling with each thrust, demanding more.

He reached out and hunted for the knife with his right hand. He touched the cold metal and broke the kiss. His fangs were fully exposed.

"I want you to know what it's like," he growled. "I want you at my throat, tasting me as I come."

He tilted his head and drew the blade across his flesh at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, guiding Dean's mouth there as he continued to thrust into his lover's hand, hard cock against hard cock.

Dean felt Sam’s purr vibrate through his chest, and as always, it only made him hotter if it was possible. He answered the vampire’s growl with one of his own as Sam wrapped his legs around him and he rolled his hips and stroked them both faster. Getting closer and closer.

He felt the sharp points of Sam’s teeth as they kissed, felt the tension in his lover’s body, and knew that Sam was as close as he was. But when the other man broke their kiss, Dean moaned in complaint. Panting as he stared down at Sam, watching as he took the knife to his own throat. Welling up like liquid rubies, the scent hit him and had him groaning in pleasure even as Sam guided him to his throat.

Dean’s tongue snaked out, licking along the line of red, tasting Sam’s building pleasure, and he greedily sealed his lips over the bleeding wound. Sucking hard as he thrust faster, harder, against Sam. His fingers slick with their combined come stroking them even harder. Dean growled and bit down on Sam’s neck hard, the fresh burst of blood hitting his tongue even as his cock began to pulse and his whole body shook with pleasure.

He braced himself to feel Sam’s teeth at his neck as well, Sam tasting his pleasure as he tasted Sam’s.

Sam groaned as he felt Dean's tongue at his throat and growled in pleasure when Dean's mouth covered the wound. As Dean sucked Sam could feel himself hardening even more and matching his lover's pace. Dean's growl coupled with the hard bite made Sam cry out in pleasure.

"Fucking good," Sam gasped, arching against Dean, feeling the waves of pleasure, feeling Dean's come spill between them and he thrust up hard, his own seed mixing with the young man's. And still Dean sucked at his neck as Sam moaned and writhed, thrusting, shuddering and crying his lover's name as he came again. He dug his fingers into Dean's ass, feeling Dean's teeth at his throat.

"Keep sucking, Baby, keep sucking," Sam growled in encouragement, each hard pull at his throat sending pleasure rippling through him as he moaned in delight. "Feels so fucking good, Baby, so good."

His thrusting hips finally slowed and he lay there panting. When Dean finally released his throat Sam moaned a little in complaint, but he could hear Dean's pounding heart and hear the rushing blood. He growled and sunk his teeth into Dean's neck, rolling them over so he was top. He let his saliva change to help ease the pain of the sudden bite as he drank deep. The taste of arousal lingered, the endorphins, the adrenalin, that special taste of a bloodmate who had drank from a bloodmate who had come, all flavorful bursts in his mouth. He released Dean's neck long before there was any danger of making Dean light-headed, at least from blood loss. He didn't lick at the wound but instead immediately slid down and lapped up some of their combined come, growling and purring. He moved back up to his lover's mouth immediately and kissed him, the flavor of both their mixed blood and mixed come almost enough to make him hard all over again. He devoured Dean's mouth with his own as he moaned. He finally broke the kiss to let Dean breathe.

He stared down at Dean with utter and complete adoration. "I love you," he whispered and kissed Dean lightly on the lips.

Dean groaned in pure ecstasy feeling Sam coming undone beneath him, listening to his lover’s growls and moans of pleasure, feeling his hot seed splash against his stomach, and of course, tasting the vampire’s blood laced with such pleasure on his tongue. Fuck. He felt almost high off of it. Dean would have sworn he’d never felt so good in all his life. Never felt so perfect as when Sam grabbed his ass, grinding against him, and the other man’s whispered endearments and encouragements washed over him.

When he finally released Sam’s throat he collapsed heavily on top of his lover, panting against the slick skin of the other man’s throat. His body still trembling a little with aftershocks he never wanted to end. Fuck, he never wanted to move again. His heart was beating so hard and fast against his ribs he was sure that Sam could feel it. That was when he felt Sam’s teeth finally pierce the flesh of his throat.

He hissed at the unexpected pain at first, but then he was moaning as Sam sucked and rolled them both over. As his lover drank from him as he’d drank from Sam, Dean simply laid there, blissfully sated, only moving to wrap his arms around his lover’s shoulders. His fingers finding their way into Sam’s hair, petting the soft slick strands gently as he held the vampire to his neck.

“God Sam…” Dean moaned, his eyes fluttering closed. When Sam’s mouth left his throat, Dean could still feel the wound bleeding sluggishly but he didn’t really care when Sam moved down and dragged his tongue up the length of his body. When Sam’s mouth found his, the combined taste of their blood and come in his mouth practically set off an explosion inside of him, and he clutched at the vampire hard as he moaned into his lover’s mouth.

It seemed to last forever and he never wanted it to end, even through when Sam finally let him up for air he was panting breathlessly. Though if that was from lack of air or the overwhelming sensations coursing through him he could only guess.

Sam’s soft whispered words against his lips had Dean smiling and his eyes fluttered open, and he didn’t even give a damn that they were dangerously far into chick flick territory right now.

“Love you, Sammy.” Dean whispered as he smiled up at Sam adoringly, though a little mischief danced in his eyes as well. Well, he had to get Sam back a little for calling him ‘baby’ after all.

Sam lay on top of Dean, nuzzling lovingly, kissing lightly, running his fingers through the young man's hair. "Mmmm you can wake me up that way anytime, Lover," Sam teased.

After a good ten minutes of resting in his lover's arms he gave a sigh, hearing Dean's stomach grumble in complaint. Dean couldn't live on blood. He needed real food. Sam decided he wouldn't mind a hamburger himself. Having fed a little off of Dean any edge to his true hunger was gone, and he thought his system could tolerate a little solid food as long as he kept the 'meal' small. He reminded himself he needed to get up early to hunt down a deer for Jacob, too. At this point he could probably stay up the rest of the night and he might. He felt pretty well rested. He wasn't sure about Dean but would probably encourage him to go back to bed. Sam might sit out on the front porch for awhile. In part to enjoy the night and in part to listen for company. Might not hurt to start sifting through the internet for signs of Vanessa. Vanessa and the others were going to need human blood after the damage they took and missing people reports should start showing up by now. If Sam was a betting man, he'd lay money that they would be headed toward his home. He could see Vanessa burning it down out of pure spite.

He finally rolled off of Dean took hold of his and and pulled him to his feet and right into his arm. He captured Dean's mouth for a nice long kiss as he walked Dean slowly toward the bathroom. Once there, he grinned down at the young man in his arms. "You need a shave. And a shower. And dinner."

Sam finally released him. "You get the water going and I'll dig us out some clothes."

Smacking Dean lightly on the ass he walked back out to their things and dug through them. He found a rock t-shirt and jeans for Dean, and he pulled out a polo shirt and jeans for himself. It was so nice to have his own clothes back. He picked up a machete and took it in with the clothes and set it on the back of the toilet, lowered the lid, and set their clothes there.

"A habit I need to get back into," he said with a slight shrug at Dean's look upon seeing the machete. He held up the t-shirt for Dean's approval. With it, he folded it and laid it with the rest of the clothes.

Dean found himself quite content to simply lie right where he was. Blanketed by his lover, Sam’s weight far more comfortable than a man his size probably should have been resting on top of him like this. They exchanged soft caresses, fingers combing through damp hair, down over sweat and come slicked muscles. Their kisses were sometimes so brief they were almost chaste and sometimes deep and meaningful, but always treasured.

Yeah, completely and utterly girly. And he was loving every minute of it.

He laughed softly at Sam’s words as his lover nuzzled against him, purring like a contented cat.

“Anytime.” Dean promised, and he definitely meant it.

When Sam finally rolled off of him and stood, Dean made a noise of complaint even though his stomach had begun grumbling again, reminding him why he’d woken up in the first place. He didn’t really want to move, but he also didn’t really want to wake up glued to his lover again, so maybe food and a shower was a good idea after all.

Dean cocked an eyebrow at Sam’s orders however when they finally reached the bathroom.

“So what, you’re telling me I’m unkempt and I stink, is that it?” Dean ‘complained’, however he only grinned when Sam smacked him on the ass on his way out. He got the shower going and adjusted the water nice and hot like he liked it. He got in under the spray but left the shower curtain open for Sam, letting the hot water wash over him.

Dean raised an eyebrow when Sam came into the bathroom with a machete, but only nodded. Closing his eyes he tilted his head back underneath the water. Fuck that felt good.

Sam couldn't help but stand and drink in the look of the young hunter, his firm muscular frame under the spray of glittering water. Delicious. Positively delicious. If they hadn't just had some really great sex, he would be ready to pounce the young man. Hell, if he hadn't heard Dean's grumbling stomach, he probably would have. Instead, he got in the shower with the young man and pulled the shower curtain shut. Grabbing the soap, he lathered his hands and pressed up against Dean's backside, running his soapy hands over Dean's chest as he sucked on his neck. He toyed with Dean's nipples just a little then ran his hands over the bites he had given his lover, making sure they were clean though it was rare a vampire bite actually became infected. He massaged Dean's muscles deeply as he washed him, loving the feel of those firm muscles under his touch. He ran one hand down and gently grasped Dean's cock, stroking it as he ran soapy hands over it and then fondled Dean's balls and caressed his inner thighs. He kissed his way down Dean's back as he slowly dragged his hands down the young man's legs, digging his fingers in deeply enough to ease any tension in those muscles. Staring at Dean's ass, he brought his hands back up and washed Dean's cheeks then slid a soapy hand along the crack. He watched as the water washed over Dean's buttocks, the soap suds sliding over the curves. He spread Dean's cheeks and licked over his hole, running his tongue around it a few times, pressing the tip of his tongue against that intimate area, then licked up Dean's back, his soapy hands following in his tongue's wake, caressing and washing away the sweat and come.

He set the soap aside and picked up the shampoo, squirting some into his hand. He pulled Dean just far enough out of the spray so as not to wash the shampoo away immediately then began massaging Dean's scalp as he washed his hair. He turned Dean to face him and rinsed the suds from his hair then once again soaped up his hands.

"Close your eyes," he whispered. He ran his fingers slowly over the young man's face, washing away the sweat as he memorized the curves and texture of Dean's skin. He finally washed Dean's neck before guiding him slowly back under the spray.

Dean could practically feel the heat of Sam’s stare on him and smiled. He loved that he had that effect on Sam. That he could make his lover all hot and bothered, even after they’d just had some pretty intense sex. He supposed… he should enjoy it while he could. While he was still a young and pretty thing that Sam enjoyed looking at. Yeah, he knew Sam had said he’d never get tired of looking at him, even when he got older. But… Dean decided not to think about that anymore.

When Sam pressed up behind him, he let himself lean back into the other man’s weight. Not opening his eyes, just letting his head fall back even further to rest comfortably against Sam’s shoulder. A low purr began in his throat when he felt his lover’s soapy hands sliding over his chest and he sighed pleasantly at the feeling of Sam’s lips sucking on his neck.

Damn, but he really was going to have a ring of bruises and love bites around his entire neck pretty soon.

The soap stung a little at the bite on his chest but it was certainly only a mild annoyance compared to the feeling of Sam’s fingers digging strongly into his muscles. Damn, but Sam just knew how to touch him to make him fucking melt. He groaned when Sam’s fingers drifted down his stomach to wrap around his cock and play with his balls. Not enough to get him aroused again, just enough for a nice tease.

Dean didn’t really want to move, but when Sam started to kiss his way down his back, he leaned forward to brace himself with his hands against the wall. Sam’s hands running over his thighs and ass making him moan and when he felt those fingers pulling him apart and his lover’s hot tongue swipe over his hole, he groaned loudly.

“Fuck, Sam… you make me so hot...” He moaned appreciatively, doing his best not to squirm but he couldn’t help pushing back against that hot wet tongue playing inside of him. But again Sam stopped before it could develop into anything more than a tease and Dean didn’t know whether to groan in relief or complaint. Fuck, but if anyone could convince him to go another round after just coming his brains out it was Sam.

Dean smiled when he felt the other man’s fingers in his hair next. Yeah, it was kind of girly, but he decided he could definitely get used to the soothing feeling of his lover’s fingers digging into his scalp. He obeyed the other man when Sam had him turn around and closed his eyes. Smiling at the feel of Sam’s soapy fingers gently washing his face and neck, and he tilted his head back obediently when the other man guided him under the spray one final time.

When the other man was finally done, Dean looped his arms around Sam’s neck and pulled his lover down into a wet kiss. The hot water cascading over them both as he licked his way into the other man’s mouth. Still kissing Sam, he grabbed the soap and lathered up his hands. Washing down the other man’s strong muscular chest and stomach, rinsing away the evidence of their combined pleasure. Reaching between them to wrap his fingers around Sam’s cock, teasing and cleaning the other man off just the way Sam had done for him.

“Turnabout is fair play.” Dean murmured against the other man’s mouth, giving Sam’s cock a few meaningful tugs. His thumb circling around the sensitive head of his lover’s dick as his other hand reached around to slide over the muscular curve of Sam’s ass. Delving between the cheeks to tease over his lover’s hole.

Sam smiled at his lover as Dean pulled him close and into a kiss. He welcomed Dean's tongue into his mouth and tangled his tongue with the young man's, then chased Dean's tongue back into his own mouth. The caress of Dean's hands over his chest and stomach made him groan appreciatively. He loved the way Dean touched him, so tenderly, almost reverently. His groan shifted into something of a purr as Dean began washing his cock, teasing him just a little, just as Sam had down for him.

He chuckled into Dean's mouth at the turnabout comment, but that chuckle was lost in a moan as Dean stroked him a bit harder and toyed with his crown. When he felt Dean's fingers at his hole he couldn't help but press back into those probing digits. His flaccid cock was beginning to perk up at the attention and stimulation. Fuck. Dean had already made him come back to back less than half an hour ago. At this rate Dean was going to have him hard again in no time.

Sam moaned and slid his hand down, stroking it across his stomach to get some suds on it, then reached behind Dean. He ran his own fingers between Dean's cheeks and returned the favor, toying with Dean's hole.

Dean felt Sam’s cock beginning to stir in his hand, and he couldn’t help but look up at the vampire in mild surprise when he pulled back from their kiss.

“Jesus Christ, Sam. Already?” Dean laughed, but honestly he wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or worried. Especially when the other man’s slick fingers found their way back to his hole and began teasing him like he was teasing Sam. Sam was going to friggen kill him, though he definitely couldn’t think of a better way to go.

Dean pressed his lips to Sam’s neck, scraping his teeth along the dark bruise he’d already left there, and then licking his way along his lover’s collar bone. All the while he kept stroking the other man with long, almost lazy, strokes. Feeling Sam hardening in his hand and pushing back on his fingers that circled around his opening, rubbing tenderly over his hole, pushing just a little inside with one.

“You like that?” Dean whispered softly. It was pretty obvious that Sam did like it, but a part of him just needed to hear Sam say it, needed to be sure.

“Turn around.” He finally ordered/asked and reluctantly Dean let go of his lover’s swelling cock. His hand sliding to Sam’s hip instead as he urged the other man to turn around. Brushing his lips along Sam’s shoulders and any bit of skin he could reach as he slid down to his knees behind his lover. His hands finally coming to settle on the swell of Sam’s ass, gently massaging and parting his cheeks as Dean ran his tongue from the small of his lover’s back down.

"It's your fault," Sam said. "I just can't get enough of you."

Dean's mouth on his neck just sent more blood to his cock. Good God, the young man could get him hard without hardly trying. The long strokes along his cock was bringing him up, teasing him erect. When he felt Dean's finger press just inside his hole he groaned. Shit that felt good.

"Fuck yeah," Sam said.

He did as his lover asked, but made a definite sound of complaint when Dean's hand slid free of his hardening member. The touch of Dean's lips along his back sent shivers through him. When Dean's hands came to rest on his ass as his mouth moved lower, Sam's eyes half closed in anticipation. That hot moist tongue running down his back made him draw in a breath. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the back wall of the shower and spreading his legs as far as the tub would permit.

As Dean's tongue drifted down to his hole he purred. "God, Dean, yes," he said, moaning as that muscle began touching and sampling his hole. He couldn't help but push back a little, seeking more pressure, more depth.

Fuck. Sam was so fucking beautiful. He always thought the term ‘taking my breath away’ was a little on the cheesy side. But like this, Sam was absolutely fucking breath taking.

Warm water cascading down the other man’s shoulders and back making his trembling muscles glisten in the dim light. The way Sam spread his legs open, leaning forward against the wet shower wall, completely inviting. The sounds Sam made, god, as Dean licked over his tight puckered hole. Feeling it clench and flutter beneath his tongue, sent blood rushing straight to his cock. But feeling Sam’s body relaxing underneath his tongue, how his lover pushed back, begging for more is what really undid him. So fucking beautiful. So fucking trusting. All his…

Dean groaned. His fingers tightening on his lover’s hips as his tongue swiped out over and over, giving Sam what he wanted, what he craved. All of his reservations flowing away like water down the drain as he traced around the tight ring of muscles guarding his lover’s body. Teasing. Flickering. Pushing deeper when the muscles relaxed, allowing him deeper. Swirling. Fucking in and out.

God, the sounds that Sam made. Whiney, needy sounds. Choking, hitched breaths. Shuddering low moans, changing into soft purrs, and then deeper growls as Dean worked his tongue deeper into his lover.

Holding Sam open with one hand, Dean let his other slide between the other man’s legs. Cupping and fondling his lover’s heavy balls. God, heavy like Sam hadn’t just shot his load not even a half hour ago. Dean moaned, trailing his fingers up along Sam’s thick shaft standing at full attention, teasing Sam from both in front and behind and inside.

To feel Dean's tongue dance around his hole washed him in pleasure as surely as the water had washed him clean. The spray still dampened his skin and he could feel droplets run down his back, along his sides and down his ribs to pool in the bottom of the tub and snake toward the drain. Sam was hardly conscious of the sounds he made as Dean's tongue worked him, licked at him, pushed into him. He hadn't lied to Dean, he simply couldn't get enough of him. It wasn't pure bloodmate desire; he knew what that felt like, how that affected him. This was his heart, yearning for love, yearning for Dean. Anything he had, Dean could take. He wanted Dean to have all of him, every last muscle, every last hair, every last eyelash. His. He was his. He had loved and loved deeply, and perhaps this was merely the giddy beginnings that often came with the love at first sight type of relationship but he didn't think so. He knew too that in sixty or seventy years, assuming they both lived that long, Dean's death would probably be the hardest he had ever suffered. Dean made him complete.

When Dean's hand reached between his legs and played with his balls and then his shaft, Sam practically went weak in the knees.

"Jesus Dean," Sam breathed. "Give me more than your tongue," he begged.

Feeling the intense shudder that passed through his lover’s body, how he had to tighten his hold a little more on Sam’s hip to help support the weak kneed vampire, pleased Dean probably a lot more than it should. But just knowing he could have such an effect on his lover was a major turn on in of itself.

Then Sam made his request and Dean knew if he wasn’t already on his knees he probably would have ended up there anyway. Oh god, did Sam really mean it? Well, of course he did. The other man had asked him for it before, in fact, the last time they’d shared a shower. But Dean had refused, because he’d been afraid of what reaction Sam… they both… might have had. If it was too soon…

Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t. But, like Sam had pointed out earlier, they’d never know if they didn’t try. If this was what Sam wanted, and by his reactions to Dean’s tongue in his hole it certainly seemed this was exactly what his lover wanted. Dean would give him what he wanted, anything he wanted, he just had to trust that Sam would stop him if it became too much…

So, for the second time Dean’s hands left his lover’s cock and he drew away from Sam’s ass, hardening himself to any protests his lover might make with a small smug grin. His hands settled on Sam’s hips once more as he ordered for the second time tonight, “Turn around.”

He wanted Sam to be able to see him when he did this.

Once Sam had done so, Dean pushed his lover back so that the other man was leaning back against the wet shower wall. He ran his hands possessively up Sam’s chest, lightly grazing over his nipples, then down again over his stomach and flanks. Leaning in he pressed his lips to Sam’s stomach, just underneath the other man’s navel, and slowly licked and kissed his way down. His fingers trailing through the coarse hairs at the base of his lover’s shaft, once more cupping Sam’s heavy sack and massaging Sam’s balls as his lips parted and sucked in the head of his lover’s cock. He sucked and toyed with the sensitive slit with his tongue as his other hand reached between his lover’s legs, his fingers slick again with soap caressing up and down between Sam’s cheeks. Circling closer and closer to the hot moist hole he had licked open.

Looking up at Sam through his eyelashes, Dean paused only once, giving his lover every opportunity to tell him ‘no’ if he changed his mind, before he started pushing one of his slick fingers past the tight ring of muscle into Sam’s body. Taking Sam’s cock further into his mouth at the same time.

Sam groaned when Dean both let go of his cock and took his titillating tongue away from his hole. Dammit. Dean was going to kill him. Still, he had just proven to Dean, to both of them, that they could have not just good sex, but great sex without ever going this route. Dean wasn't ready to try it. Hell, he didn't know if he was either. His body and carnal instincts just kept pushing though. The animal in him kept pushing and probably always would. He'd kept his animal in check all these years though, he could do so again. But the way Dean's tongue had been pushing in and out, dammit he wanted more.

He felt Dean's hands return to his hips and he did as his lover asked. Dean looked like he was going to stay on his knees. A blow job would do. It would have to even if his hole and the inside of him ached for more. Sam let Dean move him back. The look in Dean's eyes practically made his breath catch. The way Dean's hands moved over his chest, claiming him, made him smile. Yes, Dean practically owned him. Dean only had to say what he wanted and Sam would get it for him, give it to him. Anything.

Sam moaned when Dean kissed his stomach and began working his way down toward Sam's needy cock. He combed his fingers through his lover's short wet hair. When Dean took him into his mouth as he fondled his balls, he pushed forward a little. Dean kept just his sensitive crown in that velvet mouth though as his tongue played with his slit and swirled enticingly around its head. His eyes widened a little as Dean's slick finger slid up along his crack and teased closer and closer to his hole. He let his head fall back a moment, enjoying the sensations then looked down at the most beautiful damned sight he could recall seeing. The beautiful young hunter, water spray making his tanned skin glisten, kneeling before him, his cock in the young man's mouth and those green eyes looking up at him. Sam smiled adoringly at him. This was a vision he wanted burned into his memory to treasure forever.

He felt Dean's finger push inside as his cock sunk a little deeper into Dean's mouth. Sam's body quivered wanting to push back on that finger while pushing his cock forward in Dean's mouth. He groaned with pleasure.

"More," Sam said softly. "God yes."

Sam looked so fucking amazing, felt so fucking amazing, in his mouth, the heat inside of him as Dean pushed his finger in, that the young man had to remind himself to keep going and not just stare up at Sam in amazement of how beautiful he was. Sam begged him for more and Dean gave it willingly. Relaxing his mouth and throat to take his lover’s hard cock as far as he could without choking. Pushing his finger deeper, moaning softly around the thick shaft in his mouth imagining the heat and tightness that was closing around his finger closing around his cock instead.

Oh yeah. He was hard again. Dean probably never should have doubted that Sam could get him hard again without even trying. But as much as he might have wanted to, he didn’t touch himself. He wanted to concentrate fully on what he was doing to Sam, his lover’s pleasure.

He wiggled his finger deep inside Sam, sucking hard enough his cheeks hollowed, stroking his lover’s cock with his tongue as drew back. Licking around the head of Sam’s dick, playing with the crown and slit with his tongue, Dean began to gently thrust his finger in and out of Sam. Slowly fucking him with one finger until he felt the muscles relax enough to give Sam more, like Sam asked for.

Dean took the vampire’s cock deep in his throat again as he pulled his finger out and replaced it with two slick fingers. Sliding them in and out of his lover’s body as he bobbed his head, letting Sam slide between his lips like the other man was fucking his mouth.

When Dean first deep throated him, it was all Sam could do not to thrust forward more, not to start fucking that hot delicious mouth. The finger pushing deeper sent more pleasure rippling through him. Dean's finger inside him wasn't nearly what he wanted, but it was a start and the young man sucking him off, it was heavenly. He moaned with every tease Dean's mouth gave his cock. He groaned louder as Dean's finger slid in and out, a pleasured growl rumbling deep in his chest, growing louder when Dean took him all the way in again. He felt the two fingers enter him and he pushed back.

"Yes, baby, yes," Sam murmured, practically writhing as Dean's mouth fucked his dick and Dean's fingers fucked his ass. He felt Dean scissoring him open and he focused on relaxing and felt the third finger enter. He pressed back. Still not enough, though Dean was doing a fine job on his cock and every tease and lick and slide of Dean's lips made him harder and harder until it was almost hurting.

"Want you in me, Lover, God I want you in me so bad."

Dean quickly became lost in the feeling of Sam’s cock pushing into his mouth, down his throat, how hot and tight his lover felt as pushed his fingers in and out of his lover’s body. He felt Sam relaxing for him, allowing him deeper as he spread his fingers, scissoring gently inside of him. At Sam’s encouragement he pushed a third finger deep into his lover and, fuck, it was amazing.

However Sam’s words almost made him choke on his lover’s cock.

He hadn’t even been planning on taking it this far. In spite of himself he’d been afraid every time he took Sam into his throat he’d remember how rough hands had twisted in his hair as they shoved in and out of his mouth. He’d been afraid every time he pushed his fingers into Sam that the other man was going to tense and beg him to stop instead of continue. Instead Sam was begging him to…

Stop thinking so damned much. Dean ordered himself. Plain and simple. Did he want this? Hell yes.

Dean let Sam’s cock slip from his mouth and pulled his fingers out of his lover’s body, panting as he stood and pressed his lips to Sam’s with a desperate moan. Grabbing the soap, he slicked his hand and then his cock. Barely able to keep himself from blowing his wad at just the thought of what he was about to do.

“Turn around.” Dean whispered again, brushing his lips over Sam’s shoulder and neck as the other man did. He pressed up against Sam’s back, positioning his dick at his lover’s entrance. “Tell me again you want this…”

Sam's growl tuned harsh when Dean's mouth slid from his cock and his fingers left his hole. Fuck maybe he was pushing again. Dean wasn't ready and he was going to have to finish himself. Then his lover's lips were on his and he felt Dean's hard cock press up against him and his growl turned soft and wanting once again.

When Dean told him to turn around he did so without hesitation. He would have almost preferred this on the bed, seeing Deans face, but it seemed they were both more…relaxed in the shower. Like it was some sort of safe haven that washed away the bad memories. A place where it was just the two of them and the rest of the world fell away to nothingness.

The whisper of Dean's lips against his skin made him groan. When he felt Dean press against him he closed his eyes with a soft purr in his throat.

Dean asked, just to make certain. There was no one in his mind but his lover, no fear, nothing but the desire for Dean to take him, to feel Dean inside, to feel it when Dean exploded inside of him.

"I want it more than almost anything," Sam breathed.

Dean caressed Sam’s hip, his cock aching a little as he nudged the head against his tight hot muscle. Rubbing the head of his dick back and forth, his tip catching a little on the rim, making Dean tremble in need at the feeling as he waited... He finally smiled against his lover’s skin hearing the other man’s whispered reply.

“Almost?” The young man purred softly, questioning and slightly teasing. But he had heard what he needed to and he certainly wasn’t going to wait any longer. Shifting his hips forward he started pushing slowly into the heat of his lover’s body.

Dean groaned into the other man’s ear as Sam’s body accepted him, relaxed and slick from his tongue and fingers, surrounding his cock in tight velvet heat. He’d never fucked another man before. Had never wanted to after what had happened to him. Before meeting Sam, never would have dreamed he wanted to. Now… his lover felt so damned perfect inside as he slowly sheathed himself into Sam’s body he never wanted to leave.

“So fucking good, Sam…” Dean panted, working himself inch by inch deeper. Though he wanted to be all the way inside his lover right the fuck now, he was so damned afraid of hurting Sam.

“Ok?” he whispered, his fingers tightening a little on his lover’s hips, and forcing himself to stop when he was only half way inside. Waiting for the other man to adjust before going any further, or to pull out if Sam told him to.

He felt Dean's cock begin to push in and relaxed, welcoming the intrusion into that intimate place. He moaned as he felt Dean's crown push past that tight ring of muscle. Dean eased in so slowly and he left his body relax more, reveling in the fullness of Dean's thick hard cock. He heard his lover's words but couldn't answer in turn. It was good. IT was damned good.

When he head Dean's slightly worried voice ask him if he was okay with Dean being inside him, Sam managed a softly purred chuckle. "Course not. You're not all the way in me yet," he managed to tease. "Fill me up, all the way, I want you in so deep your balls are pressed against my ass. I want to feel that thick hard shaft sliding in and out of me, I want to hear you moan my name, I want you to fuck my brains out Dean." Sam said, wriggling his ass and burying Dean a little deeper inside. He dropped one hand down to stroke his own hardness.

"Deeper Lover. Deeper," he said. "Give me everything. Make me yours," he finished in a whisper.

Dean couldn’t help but snort softly at Sam’s reply, even as it relieved him. Though at the same time it also kind of bothered him. If Sam still had enough brain cells left to make fun of him, then Dean must not be doing a very good job of taking care of his lover.

"Your wish is my command." The young man purred into his lover’s ear, a small groan slipping from his throat when Sam moved and his cock slid a little deeper into his love. Dean’s fingers gripped the other man’s hips tighter though to still Sam, and while watching his lover playing with his own cock made him throb inside the other man’s body, he batted the vampire’s hand away from his dick.

"Uh uh, Sammy. My turn to take care of you." He whispered, licking down from the other man’s ear to his neck and nipping sharply over his lover’s pounding pulse point. He thrust forward again, still carefully, but not as slow. Filling his lover up just like Sam wanted, pushing deep until his hips rested flush against the other man’s ass. Dean groaned and rolled his hips, the exquisite feeling of Sam so hot and tight around his entire length leaving him almost breathless.

"So fucking perfect..." Dean murmured against his lover’s skin, biting again, a little harder, on Sam’s neck. Not hesitating a moment to give his lover exactly what he’d asked for. Sliding in and out of that hot tight channel. Shallow deep thrusts quickly developing into his entire length sliding in and out of Sam’s beautiful body. Dean changed the angle and sped up his thrusts. Searching, finally finding, and groaning feeling Sam tighten even more.

He finally let one of his hands slip from Sam’s hip to curl around the other man’s dripping length, stroking his lover’s cock in time to his thrusts.

Sam groaned in frustration when Dean knocked his hand away from his cock but when he almost immediately felt Dean's teeth dig into his neck, he needed his other hand to press against the wall to steady him and help keep him upright.

"Dean!" Sam cried in pure pleasure. He felt Dean push all the way in and clenched around him as if to swallow Dean's cock inside him for eternity. He relaxed and when Dean bit again he groaned, letting his head fall to the side so Dean had full access to his neck. Savoring every thrust he felt, Dean's thrusts brought deep growls from him. When Dean shifted his angle and began to hit his prostrate Sam's eyes practically rolled back in his head as he quivered.

"That's what I need, need you, Baby, need you," Sam murmured, lost in the feeling. When Dean's hand curled around his hard long shaft he bucked into that hand. Dean's heart pounded against his back as Dean moaned. Sam tightened and released with every thrust, giving Dean the best ultimate fuck as Dean did for him. There was no bloodmate inspired need; it was them, their love and only their love and it was exquisite. It was the first time that they had made love like this, as men, as lovers, as vampire and human. He could feel his balls begin to draw up. He thrust harder against Dean. When Dean bit down a third time on his neck, all but burying his teeth in his flesh, that was all it took. The come spilled forth powerfully, striking the wall and splashing back on Sam's stomach and chest and coating Dean's hand and arm.

“You have me.” Dean whispered into his lover’s ear, moaning deeply and groaning as he fucked into his lover faster and deeper. The feeling of Sam squeezing around him inside was the most fucking amazing thing he’d ever felt and it was driving him crazy. Driving him to simply lose himself in the other man’s body and forget about everything else but the smell, taste, and feel of his lover. He wasn’t thinking about not hurting Sam anymore, he was only thinking about bringing Sam the most pleasure possible.

Dean squeezed Sam’s cock and stroked his lover faster. The other man bucking into his hand and then pushing his hips back to take him deeper, so damned trusting and loving, he knew Sam was close. He bit down hard on Sam’s sensitive neck and young man practically growled when he felt the vampire immediately explode in his hand. His lover’s hot come spilling over his hand and all over Sam.

Dean wasn’t far away either, two more deep hard thrusts and his cock was pulsing as well. Filling his lover’s tight passage with thick ropes of his seed and Dean could only cling to the man he loved as he shuddered against him in pleasure. So good… so fucking good… how the hell did he ever deserve something so good?

“Sam… oh god, Sam…” The young man panted, feeling shamefully close to tears by the intensity of the emotions ripping through him, and at the same time not caring.

Sam continued to clench around his lover's cock, trying to milk everything he could. The feel of Dean filling him up made him tremble and moan. It was amazing and more than he could have hoped for. He removed Dean's hand from his cock and placed it on his stomach, letting Dean feel the slick hot seed that the young man had pulled from him. He reached behind him and rested his hand on Dean's ass, squeezing the cheek gently as he turned his head. He looked into those precious green eyes then covered Dean's mouth with his own, driving his tongue inside Dean's mouth and slowly tangling his tongue with his lover's.

He finally broke their kiss and felt the keen loss as Dean gently pulled out of him. He wasted no time turning and wrapping his arms around the man, tugging him close and kissing him again. He rubbed his come-covered stomach against the young hunter and returned one hand to Dean's ass, pulling Dean even closer. Reluctantly he finally broke of the kiss to let Dean breathe. He ran his hand through Dean's wet hair.

"You're right. I think we always end up dirtier than we started."

Dean couldn’t help but sigh and shudder a little when he felt his lover’s body tighten around his spent cock. It felt so fucking amazing, to be this close, inside… the last thing he wanted was to lose this connection. Dean let his fingers caress his lovers slick muscular stomach, sighing at the feeling of Sam’s hand on his ass, pulling him even closer if it was possible. The kiss Sam gave him was long, loving, and full of promise.

He couldn’t help but feel regret when he finally drew out of Sam’s body, but Dean knew this would be far from the last time they could be together this way… he hoped. As the vampire turned and gathered him in his arms, kissing him again deeply, Dean hoped that soon he would be able to give his lover the same precious gift that Sam had given him.

Dean laughed and gave the other man a broad pleased grin at Sam’s words.

“At least clean up is easier and there’s less come in sheets. Which, by the way, you’re changing.” The young man replied, his stomach growling again in complaint now that he was no longer distracted. He smacked the vampire playfully on the ass. “Hurry up, I’m starving. You made me work up an appetite.”

"Much much easier cleanup. Though there is definitely something to be said for the horizontal grind. And why do I have to change the sheets?" Sam complained good naturedly. "Half of the mess is yours," he teased. He grabbed the soap and ran it over Dean's chest, appreciating every bump and groove the soap slid over, then turned Dean into the spray as he reached between Dean's legs and soaped Dean's now flaccid cock, sucking lightly on Dean's neck. He continued washing Dean, caressing Dean's body with his soapy hands. When he was done massaging the soap into Dean's muscles he smacked Dean's ass.

"Okay, go get breakfast or dinner or whatever the hell mealtime it is." He nipped Dean's neck lightly. "I had my meal, my dessert, and," he laughed, "am well sated. At least for the next hour or so."

With Dean handled, he turned to tending himself. Brushing his hands over his own body, he washed away the come both of them had spilled onto it. Dean had yet to get out of the shower. "Stop drooling. Go, eat. If your stomach growls much more, it'll start gnawing on your backbone, and any nipping and biting of your body is exclusively my right. You can admire my body later. I've still got to wash my hair. Someone slacked and never got to it. I won't mention any names." He grinned and grabbed the shampoo.

Dean was still contemplating how to answer Sam’s complaint, but his lover’s soap slick hands running over his body, not to mention the teeth nipping at his already sensitive throat, was pretty distracting. God damn, if he hadn’t already just come… Sam was going to fucking kill him. Maybe he’d find out after all if there was a thing as too much sex…

Even though there was no way he could go another round any time soon, Dean still made a small sound of complaint when the vampire smacked him on the ass and started to shoo him out of the shower. Instead of doing as Sam said though, Dean found his eyes glued on his lover’s perfect body as he watched the other man soaping himself down. Dean was about to offer to do the job for him, even if it meant they were never going to get out of the shower, when Sam ordered him to stop drooling. Dean huffed. Yeah, like he was the only insatiable one.

“Fine, fine. You’re still changing the sheets though, bitch.” Dean replied, and despite Sam’s teasing he gave the vampire another long appreciative leer before he finally obeyed his grumbling stomach and got out of the shower. The young man grabbed a towel, dried himself off quickly, and pulled on the clothes that Sam had brought into the bathroom for him earlier.

As Dean headed out of the bathroom for Jacob’s kitchen to raid the fridge he hoped that their extracurricular activities hadn’t woken up the rest of the household. Dean didn’t really want to have to deal with Jacob’s teasing or Bobby’s grumbling… or maybe vice versa. It was hard to tell. He hoped Jacob’s place had better soundproofing than their last motel.

One of the drawbacks to vampiric hearing was you couldn't always tune out the sounds. Especially when it came to Sam. Jacob remembered fondly of Jessica and how she was a screamer, though sometimes he suspected the lovers did it just to wake him up. Jacob had done it to Sam often enough those first few years Sam insisted they stay together, after he had gotten over his fear of being touched by anyone who wasn't Sam. They weren't lovers of course. Jacob had tried it and while he had to admit it wasn't bad at all, Sam was one hell of a lover, his tastes were firmly rooted in women. It was a little odd hearing a man call out Sam's name, but it didn't matter to him. It was his Sammy and if his Sammy was happy, he was happy. And he had to admit, Dean was one helluva a looker. Sure, he didn't go for guys, but damned near anyone would agree Dean was droolable if guys were your thing.

When he heard the shower going he wasn't at all surprised to hear more noise coming from the young men's rooms. He was pleased his boy finally had reached Dean and things seemed to be working out for them, at least so far. Sam would go to the ends of the Earth for that young man because when Sam fell for someone, he fell hard. It could almost be frightening and Jacob was always rather glad Sam hadn't fallen for him. He remembered one young lady Sam had fallen for. She, unfortunately, spurned his advances. Sam tried everything but the woman just wasn't interested. Sam was nearly inconsolable. Taking his anger out on the evil of the world, he hunted with a vengeance. Just like he had been doing since Jessica died. When Sam was pissed, he could be terrifying. He had finally begun to ease up these past few years, which Jacob was glad for. Sam might have stopped calling on him in recent years, but Jacob had his sources. He kept track of the wayward vampire. He loved the man like a father, a brother, a son. With Jessica gone someone had to make sure Sam's back was covered, not that Sam would ever guess some of the unexpected help was because of Jacob. At least if he had, he had never called Jacob on it.

With the shower going, he suspected Sam's new almost human lover was going to need so food, so he got dinner reheated for him. Roasted veal, buttered potatoes, and cornbread. Jacob doubted Sam would want food, but he would put together a plate for him if he wanted. He decided he probably ought to go easy on teasing Dean. The young man had been through a tremendous amount of upheaval in a short amount of time. The young man might have questions for him and Jacob didn't want Dean to think he couldn't talk to him. It wasn't like Dean had anybody else he could go to with those questions about his new state of existence.

Jacob had the table set, iced tea set out for Dean, while he drank a mug of the fresh coffee he had brewed. Odds were Sam would want some coffee when he came out even if he wasn't interested in human food. He looked up with a smile when Dean entered the kitchen.

"Thought you might be hungry since you two slept through dinner. It'll take your inner clock some time to adjust to whatever hours you decide to set for yourself. Me, I like to get up at about five or six in the morning. Sammy tends to get up about ten or eleven."

Dean saw the light on in the kitchen and he knew it was probably too much to hope for that someone had just left it on. He was right. In the kitchen he found the table set and Jacob drinking coffee. Waiting for him. Or them. Well, could have been worse, he supposed. Could have been Jacob and Bobby.

“Thanks” He said genuinely to the older man as he sat down and began digging into his dinner. It was pretty damn good. Hell, everything he’d tried that Jacob had made was pretty damn good. The older man was a really good cook.

Though Dean couldn’t help wincing a little as Jacob informed him how early he usually woke up in the morning. It was already pretty late.

“Uh… yeah… sorry about the rude awakening.” Dean offered as an apology. He did his best to brace himself for the older man’s inevitable sometimes scathing wit.

Jacob smiled at Dean's enthusiasm over the meal. It was nice to be appreciated. Nice to know he hadn't lost his touch in the kitchen. Of course he had Sam to thank for that too. The man could be god-damned snooty when it came to a meal. And then Sam would turn around and pick up fast food and seem to enjoy it just as much as eating at a five star restaurant. After all these years that vampire could still be a puzzle to him.

Jacob shrugged at Dean's apology. "Don't worry about it. It's one of the drawbacks to vampiric hearing. Sometimes you can't shut it down, and I'm fond of Sam, I worry about him. Honestly the past few times he's visited he's had bad dreams. S'pose I'm still listening for him to need me." He gave the young man a smile. "I'm glad to know he's got someone now who can help him in ways I never could. And someone to watch his back. Besides, I don't need as much sleep as most folk. Another bonus to the virus. Improved senses, rapid healing, endurance, improved strength and speed, hell, might as well be a superhero.

"I never was much of the hero type though. Don't like spandex," he said with a wink.

He took a sip of his coffee, his eyes taking on a distant look. "Sam took me on hunts when he was helping me get over what the vampires did to me. Taking out supernatural evil, it did help heal me I think, but I didn't really want to be a hunter. I just wanted to be normal, have a wife and kids and a dog and crap. Had a wife for a few years but it didn't really work out. The virus," Jacob sighed, "it may give you lots of things, but it takes a few things too. One of them being able to have kids. Don't know, maybe with the in vitro stuff, it might be possible I suppose," he murmured almost wistfully. Refocusing on Dean he continued. "You and me, we're unique. Survived turning. I still like to believe I'm human, just some scars left over from the ordeal, scars that mark me," he gave an offhanded wave, "with those special superhero traits. But you be careful. Don't start thinking you're bulletproof or knife proof or anything like that just because Sam is. I got cocky that way on one hunt and damn near died because of it. That's when I said enough was enough and Sam and I parted ways. Least until I got sick and we discovered I needed vampire blood now and again.

"You might have questions, now or down the road. You call me, you hear? Maybe I've been there, maybe I can help. And I know Sammy inside and out. If he gets all broody or out of sorts, call me. Maybe I can help with that too." After giving Dean a smile he asked, "You got any questions for me now? Stuff you don't feel like you can ask Sam about yet?"

Dean gave Jacob a small nod. He was glad too that Sam had as good a friend as Jacob… even though he still didn’t like the idea of Jacob overhearing them every time he and his lover fucked. Dean made a face, definitely not appreciating the mental image of Jacob in spandex.

The young man turned his attention to his meal, not quite sure what to say to the other man. Even though Jacob was talking about his own experiences, Dean didn’t like the reminder of what had happened to him… and to Sam… when they’d been prisoners of the vampire nest. Dean certainly hadn’t felt like a ‘superhero’ then.

He knew all too well that he wasn’t invincible. The vampire bitch had cut him up good during his torture. Not nearly as bad as what she’d done to Sam, but bad enough. Then when they… raped… him one after another, it was a miracle he hadn’t bled out. Finally when she’d forced Sam to whip him within an inch of his life…

No, he didn’t need Jacob to remind him of that. Sure, he’d healed, physically anyway, from what they had done to him a lot faster than he would have without the… virus. Without it he would surely be dead or at the very least crippled for life.

When Jacob told him that he probably couldn’t have children… ok, that was a bit of a surprise. Dean wasn’t sure how to feel about that either. The idea of settling down and having a couple kids… no, it had never really crossed his mind. He couldn’t imagine himself ever settling down, give up hunting, to start a family. It just… wasn’t him. So, he supposed it didn’t really matter.

Though he couldn’t deny the more he learned about… what he was now… the less human he felt. He was different. No doubt about it. Hell, the fact that he licked up blood during sex and got off on it… but that was only with Sam. If that ever changed… if he wanted other people’s blood… he wasn’t quite sure what he would do. Dean had pretty much accepted this was what he was now, not quite human, but if it turned out he could be a danger to others…

Well shit… Why did talking to Jacob always make him feel like crap? Dean was really starting to wish he’d stayed to help Sam with his shower after all. He really wasn’t liking where this conversation was going.

“No. No questions.” Dean replied all too quickly, though he gave a small nod when Jacob told him he should call if he ever had any questions… but he wasn’t sure if he would. He liked Jacob ok, most of the time, but he didn’t exactly feel comfortable talking to him. Which wasn’t really anything against Jacob since Dean never felt comfortable talking with anyone, period. If Sam needed help, yeah he would call, though Dean wished Sam’s friend had more confidence that Dean could handle Sam’s ‘moods’ himself.

Jacob laughed softly and shook his head. "Forgive an old man, boy. I'm just protective of Sam and I'm used to him calling me on the rare occasion he's willing to let someone in on what's going on inside of him. You're kind of new to the situation. I'm not sure how to deal with you and…well, I have to admit, there's probably a little jealousy there. That he probably won't be giving me any more two am drunken phone calls. I'll miss him needing me.

"I like to embarrass the hell out of Sammy any chance I get. It's just too much fun to see him blush and squirm. Believe me, it's well earned vengeance. I don't mean to embarrass you, you're just caught in the fallout." Jacob gave Dean an understanding smile. "I've the habit of leaving my door open, being that I live alone. I'll be sure to shut my door while you're here so you won't have to worry about waking me. Just be sure to shut your door too and the sound proofing is pretty damned good. Bobby has his door shut and I couldn't even hear him snoring, thank God. That man sounds like a freight train. On steroids."

Jacob pushed himself to his feet. "I think I'm going to go catch a few more hours of sleep. Tell Sam there's a plate in there all made up for him if he wants it. And tell him not to worry about the venison if he doesn’t feel like hunting. My computer is in the office, off the living room. Sam can show you. Feel free to use it if you want to check email or whatever. As far as any research, if you plan on going after the nest, you both ought to wait and talk with Bobby. He's got a whole bunch of folk looking for that nest."

Yawning, Jacob dumped the rest of his coffee and rinsed out the cup. "Shut off the coffee maker and rinse the carafe out if you go back to bed. Bobby can probably save you some time as far as where not to look so you might want to wait and talk with him. Good night. See you tomorrow morning."

Dean gave the older man a sympathetic look. Yeah, he supposed he knew a little bit of what Jacob was feeling, because he couldn’t deny feeling a little jealousy towards Jacob. But it still probably wasn’t anything close to what Jacob was feeling, considering the close relationship that that Sam obviously had with the older man for years.

Well, they were both going to just have to get over it. For Sam, they were just going to have to figure out how to deal with each other. Hell, Dean owed Jacob a whole hell of a lot too. Not only having a big hand in saving his life, the guy had helped him realize just how much Sam meant to him. For that, he owed Jacob big time.

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle a little at Jacob’s comment regarding Bobby’s snoring. He’d often teased the older hunter that his snoring could wake the dead, literally.

“Thanks a lot Jake. I’ll tell him.” Dean told the other man, giving Jacob a grateful smile. “Sleep good.”

As Dean watched Jacob head back to bed, he thought about what the older man had said. Yeah, he and Sam would talk to Bobby tomorrow and start checking out Jacob’s computer for any signs of the vampires. It was time to put that bitch and her brood down for good. For what they’d done to him, to Sam, to Sam’s wife, to all the other innocents they’d killed over the years. Tomorrow…

Tonight? Dean was content to keep showing Sam just how much he meant to him, all the way to morning.

Sam finished his shower then got the bed changed. They had made quite a mess, actually. He sat down on the edge of the bed. So many memories in this room. Staying here when Jake was married. Sam never did get what Jake saw in the woman, but he stayed out of it. Marsha did NOT like him. Not even a little bit. The feeling was mutual. If Jake hadn't married her, Sam might have broken one of his golden rules and had her for dinner one night. Of course the thought of that sort of turned his stomach. She was a bitch. He's rather have blood from just about anything else. He would be satisfied with just breaking her neck. He didn't of course. Marsha left Jake when they just couldn't have kids. He came and took Jake out and spent some time, getting him drunk, talking a lot, or rather, listening a lot more often than not. Sam didn't bring the stray girl or guy to Jake's. He had, of course, brought Jessica. They had made love more times than he could count in this bed. They came less often as Jake got older. It was just so hard to see, Jake getting old. Jake was his oldest and dearest friend. When Jake died, Sam knew he would lose a piece of himself. He'd known Jake literally half his life. He was ashamed of himself, not stopping in to see Jake more often. Since Jessica though…he had cut himself off from human contact in many ways and Jake was among those. Jake read him too well and knew exactly what he was thinking more often than not. He knew good and well that was part of the reason Jake teased him; to keep his mind off of the realities of the world. That Jake was slowly getting older, that Jessica was dead, that he hadn't found her killers.

But now he had. And he was going to rip that bitch apart.

He ran his hand across the new mattress. New memories were being built here. Memories of him and Dean. Of Dean almost turning, of almost committing suicide, of making love to him. He smiled. He liked these new memories. And he hoped to make plenty more.

The smell of coffee finally enticed him out of the bedroom. He could smell the lingering scent of Jake, but the only one in the kitchen was his lover. Walking out to the kitchen he grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee. He sat down across from Dean.

"The sheets are changed, Master," Sam quipped, grinning over the brim of his mug. Dean was putting a serious dent in the food on his plate. By the time he finished stuffing himself, he was probably going to want to sleep the night away. Sam didn't really want to leave Dean sleeping alone when he went out for Jake's deer, so he would make sure Dean was awake when he went hunting. The could always do it the old fashion ways and use guns and maybe Dean would enjoy that.

Dean had polished off a good portion of his plate by the time Sam finally emerged from their bedroom. He was actually starting to get a little full, but the young man was reluctant not to finish everything on his plate because it was so damned good. He looked up at Sam and grinned at the vampire as his lover made his way inside and straight over to the coffee machine.

For some reason Dean found that really funny. A vampire with a caffeine addiction. He grinned even more at Sam’s comment as he sat down across from him.

“You are so whipped.” Dean teased the other man playfully.

“Jacob left you a plate of food in the fridge if you want it. He also said you didn’t have to worry about getting him his venison if you didn’t feel like hunting.” Dean talked with his mouth full, shoveling in a few more bites after he swallowed.

“Oh, and apparently Bobby has some other hunters out looking for signs of the nest. We should check with him in the morning, see if he’s dug up anything.” The young man said then held out a bite of meat and potatoes to his lover. “You should definitely try this at least, it’s fucking awesome.”

"Hah. I just figured I wore you out too much. That you didn't have the energy to change them and we can't have that," Sam said, giving Dean an appropriate lecherous leer. "I want you to save your energy for more important things."

"Mmmm, I think I'll hunt. I'm getting spoiled by the undomesticated blood. Soon I'll have to go back to cow." He made a face. "I'll take advantage of the deer while I can. Besides, then I can cook up some venison right and proper tonight." Sam accepted the offered food and nodded. "It's good but he always gets too much pepper in it for my liking," Sam said. "He ought to be a good cook. I taught him. But, he did master that which I couldn't. Desserts. Jake can make the best fucking desserts this side of the Mississippi. I suck at cakes, pies, any of that crap, though I can manage those slice and bake cookies," Sam said with a laugh. "Maybe it's a good thing. I have one helluva sweet tooth."

Sam took a long draw off of his coffee. "And he does keep good coffee in the house."

"Signs of the nest, huh?" Sam said. Fuck. Was he ready to fight her? He so did not want Dean tangling with her. Back up, taking out other vamps under her, yeah, okay. Not her. She was an old one and he really didn't know if she had any special talents. If she did, wouldn't she have revealed them? Mind control, telekinesis, any of that shit? He could move tiny items. What about her? What could she do? He could persuade people, giving enough time to do it and if it didn't go against their nature. He wasn't even two hundred yet. She was…hell who knew. A thousand years old? More? After a thousand years, he thought he would grow tired of living. Then again, in a thousand years humans ought to be colonizing space and he could explore other worlds. Maybe there would even be a cure for vampirism…but he wasn't sure he really wanted to be human again. Except for the whole damnation bit and drinking blood, and …watching everyone you knew die…yeah, maybe not all it was cracked up to be.

Sam reached over and caught Dean's hand in his own. "Hopefully they'll find something soon. But I want one thing crystal clear. You are not to go up against her. All of her minions, you can take them down, but leave her to me. You happen to have the chance to put some arrows dipped in deadman's blood in her, I'm not going to complain, but you don't fight her one-on-one or even at my side. I can't lose you, Lover. I just can't.

"I'm going to call in some back up on this one, too. My kind of back up. I know Vanessa and I will be fighting vampire to vampire and I can't risk hunters discovering I'm one of the things they hunt. I've got some vamps I know that wouldn't mind seeing her go down. You okay with that? Bobby is welcome to come if he wants to and if you want him to."

Dean raised his eyebrows and snorted softly at the thorough leer Sam gave him.

“Ok seriously, lay off the vampire Viagra dude. Unless you want to fuck me into a coma.” The young man replied with a laugh. Though he certainly wasn’t going to admit that his treacherous, suicidal, dick had perked up a little at the way his lover’s eyes had raked down his body like a caress in itself.

Damn Sam.

He nodded a little when Sam said he’d go out hunting anyway.

“Just make sure to brush your teeth before you kiss me afterwards.” Dean couldn’t help but tease. Sure, he was joking, but he was also serious. Tasting Sam’s blood while they were having sex? Ok. But there was no way in hell Dean wanted to taste cow or deer blood. Talk about gross.

Honestly Dean wasn’t too surprised when Sam said he was the one who’d taught Jake how to cook. Hell, the venison Sam had cooked for him with not much more than beer and a camp fire had been pretty damned awesome. He was looking forward to seeing what Sam could do with an actual kitchen. Though Dean couldn’t help but snort again when Sam said he couldn’t bake. That was a shame. Since Dean suddenly got a mental picture of Sam in a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, flower dabbed on his nose, and nothing else…

Damn Sam.

Dean’s amusement faded a bit and his smile slid off his face when Sam’s expression suddenly turned serious. He couldn’t help but frown a little when Sam told him not to go up against her. Of course he wanted to protest. He wasn’t some fucking rookie hunter, after all, no matter what recent events might imply. He could handle himself. There was no way in hell he was letting Sam go up against her all alone either. He’d promised Sam he’d follow his lead as far as the vampire nest went but…

His protests died on his lips however seeing the deep, practically gut wrenching fear, in Sam’s eyes. Dean sighed heavily and nodded. Alright, fine. He’d stay back from the vampire bitch. But if he thought for one minute that Sam was in trouble he was not going to just sit back and watch. When Sam said he was going to call in some backup of his own, vampire backup, Dean’s eyebrows rose a bit. But he supposed it shouldn’t have really surprised him. Hell, Sam was a hunter after all and also a vampire. No reason there couldn’t be others.

“I’m fine with it.” Dean answered, though when Sam mentioned that Bobby was ‘welcome’ to come along, the young man couldn’t help but laugh. “I’d like to see you try to tell Bobby he can’t come along. Would be worth it to watch him kick your ass.”

Vampire Viagra. Sam almost snorted coffee at that. He did have to remind himself though Dean was his bloodmate, Dean was human. Vampires in love, hell they could pretty much go five days without much rest. Give them food and a few naps and they were ready to go again. At the end of it, they would sleep for two days, but damn, it made for a helluva week.

The thought of kissing Dean with the taste of animal blood in his mouth wasn't any more appealing to Sam than it was to Dean. Animal blood was fucking rank. He would never ruin that sweet flavor of his lover with the god-awful taste of animal blood. "You pick out the mouthwash," Sam teased back.

He was relieved Dean was willing to 'sit this one out' figuratively. He really didn't like the idea that Dean would likely see him going full out vampire as it was. Most vampires didn't go full vampire in fights. It took time to reach that pure state, time that hunters didn’t' give vampires when they went in in the middle of the day. If the vamps knew they were coming, the hunters didn't walk away because they could achieve that state.

He gave a soft chuckle. Hell, Dean had seen the true vampire, seen the animal, in a limited fashion. Okay, so maybe Dean wouldn't freak. Reluctantly, he knew he was going to have to practice. He rarely went full vampire. It was…unnerving at some level. If he had a prayer of beating her, he feared he would need to go full vamp. Maybe…maybe it would be blade to blade. Even that he wasn't sure he could win. He supposed, with it being nightfall, he ought to start making calls. Yeah they didn't know where the nest was but he needed to give his backup some heads up that this was going down. If he knew Vanessa, her nest would sweep through towns, grabbing up strong humans, humans who knew how to fight, and turn them. She knew Sam would come after her and if he didn't, then she would come after him and his bloodmate. She wouldn't take any chances. Dean and Sam had wreaked havoc on her nest. She would buff it to the max as fast as possible. The longer Sam waited to strike, the larger her nest. Hell, she might even call in other nests. A mini vampire war. Stasi had told him of such days in the long past. Terrible days she had called them but necessary if the vegetarians were going to establish enough respect that the meat-eaters would leave them be. Well, the vegetarians had succeeded in assimilating themselves with society, and they would survive long past the time of the meat-eaters.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he gave Dean a smile. "Thank you for not fighting me on this. I …don't know if she could hold sway over you. I really don't know what an old one is capable of if they put their minds to it. We don't…it's a real effort to use some of our abilities. They aren't things you can just call up on a whim and not in the heat of battle. The abilities are hard on us and it puts the animal in a lot of control and none of us like that. If the animal gains pure dominance, the 'person' goes away. If you hadn't been my bloodmate, when the animal took over for me in that old house, that would have probably been it. Though I think vegetarians have much greater control over their animals and maybe even a better understanding. None of us push it, of course. I sometimes think our animals understand that by leaving us in control, we ensure they survive. But I'm getting philosophical.

"I kind of figured Bobby wouldn't be staying behind. I'm not sure who's going to be more uncomfortable, two human hunters fighting side-by-side with some vampires, or some vampires fighting side by side with two human hunters. I'll need to start making some calls and see who's available. Who's better with a sword, Bobby or you? I should probably practice. Vanessa is wicked with a sword."

Dean couldn’t help but frown a little when Sam said he wasn’t sure if the vampire bitch could hold ‘sway’ over him. He certainly didn’t like the sound of that. He’d never even heard of that before, well, except in horror movies which tended to get almost everything wrong about vampires in the first place. But then again, how many hunters had gone up against an ‘old one’ as Sam put it and survived to know whether it was true or not? Well… hopefully he and Bobby would be able to find out and still walk away from the encounter.

When Sam explained to him about how in using his abilities the ‘animal’… the demon… inside of Sam took over Dean really didn’t like the sound of that. Sure, he’d met the animal, as Sam called it, before and it had even taken care of him, but he’d rather not go through that again.

Dean felt a little chill crawl up his spine when Sam mentioned if he wasn’t his blood mate… what could have happened. What would happen if Bobby was there? Maybe it would be better if he could somehow convince the older hunter not to come… yeah… fat chance of that. Maybe it wouldn’t be necessary for Sam to ‘go away’ in order to defeat the bitch… especially if Sam had help from some other vampires.

He was starting to feel a little less comfortable than before with the idea of other vampires joining them on this hunt, but they probably didn’t have much choice. They couldn’t call in more hunters. Dean wouldn’t trust them around Sam. So if it had to be vampires…

“Bobby is pretty damn good with a sword. He’s been to Japan once. Studied with someone who’s ancestor was a samurai.” Dean replied, pausing before he forced himself to ask. “Bobby will be safe if he comes with us, right? If… the animal comes out… it’s not going to hurt Bobby is it?”

Sam could see the growing concern in Dean's eyes. Good. Dean had to understand this wasn't going to be a standard vampire hunt. It was far more like walking into the den of a bunch of waiting demonic animals with intelligence than walking into a nest of sleepy vampires. He saw his concern about the animal taking over and concern for Bobby's welfare.

"The animal isn't the most intelligent about a lot of things, but it now knows Bobby is its bloodmate's friend. It would never hurt Bobby. Probably protect Bobby with its life unless your life was in danger. In bloodlust…well that's a different matter. The animal would take down anything human or vampire within reach. Except for its bloodmate. Your 'animal' can reign it back. You don't actually have an animal, just the virus but the virus responds to the bloodmate and that means you have power over my animal if push comes to shove. And keep in mind, because of you, the animal wanted me back in control. It fought to 'fix' me at that old house. Once it considers you safe, I don't think there will be any trouble getting it to relinquish control. Again, because of you. In day-to-day affairs it knows it can't function discretely and that would endanger you.

"As for the others, vegetarian vampires aren't like regular vampires. They have no desire to hurt humans. They'll be leery of Bobby because he's a hunter, might even be less than friendly, but they won't hurt him unless they feel threatened by him. I'm a hunter. I've convinced other hunters to leave certain nests alone, so if I vouch for Bobby, they'll tolerate him and back him up.

"So Bobby's good with a sword? Good. I hope he's up to sparring with me tomorrow."

He shook his head at the almost clean plate in front of Dean. "Should I get the plate out that Jake fixed for me? You still hungry?"

Dean relaxed a little as Sam reassured him that Bobby wouldn’t be in any danger, either from Sam if the ‘animal’ came out, or the other vampires that would be fighting with them. If there was a possibility that the older man could be taken out by ‘friendly fire’ there was no way Dean would let Bobby come along, even if he had to knock the older hunter over the head and tie him up to keep make him stay put. If Sam went into bloodlust for some reason though… he could only hope that the vampire was right and that Dean would be able to control Sam. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen though and it wouldn’t be necessary to test that theory.

‘Vegetarians’ or not, he had a feeling he and Bobby would be just as leery of the other vampires as they would be of them. So if the other vampires were less than friendly he supposed it was understandable. He would talk with Bobby and try to make sure that neither of them did anything to make the other vampires feel threatened… though if the vampires did anything to threaten him or Bobby…

Yeah… Dean had a feeling this definitely wasn’t going to be a fun trip.

Dean glanced down at his plate when Sam mentioned it, but the young man shook his head.

“Nah, I’m good. You going out to hunt now?” The young man asked, pushing away the almost empty plate and giving a loud belch to relieve some of the pressure on his over full stomach.

"I think I am going to make some phone calls. It is the typical time of night for vampires to be up, though with vegetarians, you never know. Still, a vampire will almost never get pissed if you call them in the middle of the night. You never know about the middle of the day. After I make the calls, I think I'll come back to bed with you for awhile, assuming you're going back to bed. I'm going to bed at any rate, since I will be up all day tomorrow.

"I'll hunt at dawn. We can have the venison for dinner. I can do some proper marinating that way too. Oh yeah, tomorrow night's dinner is going to be magnificent. Assuming I take down a deer of course."

Sam pushed himself to his feet and refilled his coffee. "I'm going to go sit out front on the porch and make the calls. You're welcome to join me, nibble on my neck, distract me, you know, be the evil boyfriend. I just kind of want to enjoy the night. It's nice up here away from city lights and pollution. If you'd rather check email or go back to bed or whatever, instead, that's fine. I probably won't be more than an hour all said and done. Then I'll go back to bed until morning." Sam walked around to Dean's side and planted a kiss on Dean's lips.

"You are the best damned dessert in the world. Did I mention my sweet tooth?" Sam grinned.