Sam reluctantly let his eyes drift open. One glance at the clock told him it was five but he had no idea if it was am or pm. Probably PM he guessed. The scent of his bloodmate was thick in the room, and he hugged Dean a little tighter to him, sighing softly against the back of Dean's neck. If they were spooned any closer their flesh would be one. He lay there for a little while, soaking up the heat from Dean's body, drinking in the smells of his lover, and savoring the quiet time of just holding him. If it was five, Dean probably ought to eat. Sam could make certain he had everything he needed to review and while he had intended to get in some more training, he felt the clock ticking and wanted to get on the road. Once they met up with the others, they would spend a short time training, making certain they had the feel of each other's moves, discussed tactics and developed strategies and back up plans. Dean was so impatient, he hoped he could convince Dean it would be necessary. Maybe he could corner Bobby and get Bobby to help with that. And then there were the two hunter friends of Bobby's. More unknowns. Vampiric wars were ugly and bloody and vicious and he knew in his heart they should probably take a few days to train and scout, but he also knew Dean wouldn't be able to stand that, knowing that people were being tortured or dying because of the two of them.

A part of him wanted to get up, but he was afraid Dean would have nightmares again if he left Dean's side so he lay there with his lover for a time, just listening to Dean's heart, the rush of his blood, and the sound of each drawn breath. He heard the change in Dean's breathing and felt Dean begin to stir.

"Good afternoon, Lover," Sam breathed into Dean's ear quietly. He kissed Dean's neck, nuzzling it lovingly.

Warm. Relaxed. Sore… and sticky. That seemed to be a common theme he was waking up to now a days. Not that Dean was really complaining. Well, maybe about the sore and sticky parts. But even the sore part wasn’t all that bad.

Feeling the warm muscled body pressed against his back shift and the gentle nuzzling lips along the back of his neck made him sigh pleasantly. A sleepy smile curving his lips. The soft words and kiss both pushing him more awake and making him want to slip back in that warm cocoon of sleep again if only so he didn’t have to get up and lose this feeling that felt like utter contentment wrapped around him like a blanket.

Unfortunately he knew he couldn’t, no matter how much he wanted to. Recent memories flickering at the edge of consciousness reminding him… they’d wasted too much time already.

He sighed again, this time in regret, as he opened his eyes.

“Are you actually spooning me?” Dean mumbled in ‘complaint’ though he certainly didn’t make any move to pull out of the other man’s embrace.

"Define 'spoon,'" Sam murmured. "Doesn't it require a hard on to officially be spooning you? Of course if you keep shifting, that answer will definitely be a 'yes.'" Sam gave a soft sigh. "We really should get up. Shower. You need to eat. I could get the car packed I guess."

He hugged Dean tightly to him a moment then nudged Dean's jaw. When Dean turned his head, Sam immediately pressed his lips to Dean's and pushed his tongue inside, moaning in approval. His tongue tangled and danced with Dean's over and over. He finally let Dean come up for air, if reluctantly.

"Damn, you are one helluva kisser, Lover. Okay, I am going to end up with a hard on if we don't get up. We can finish making out in the shower if you want," Sam said and nipped his ear before releasing Dean to get up if he wanted.

Dean snorted softly at Sam’s reply. He was beginning to think that the vampire really was insatiable. Not that Dean was complaining. Not one bit. But as much as he would have loved to go another round with his lover and let Sam fuck him into perfect exhaustion all over again… they had other things that needed to be done right now.

That sobering thought, the reminder of how much time they’d already wasted made the warm smile slip from Dean’s lips. A cold coiling snake of guilt twisting in his stomach…

But when he turned his head at Sam’s urging and his lover’s lips sealed over his own Dean couldn’t help but moan into the vampire’s mouth as their tongues tangled together. The feeling of guilt over all the deaths he’d caused not dissipating entirely but definitely being pushed aside for a moment.

“Not so bad yourself.” Dean replied to Sam’s compliment, giving the other man a cheeky grin before he sighed and reluctantly rolled away from his lover to sit up once Sam released him. A part of him really did wish he could just stay here curled up with Sam making love and forgetting about the world outside these four walls… but that just wasn’t him. He was a hunter. He had a job to do. He couldn’t just sit by while people were dying… because of him.

“Shower sounds good. A quick shower.” Dean added, a hint of regret in his voice even though he was grinning at the other man as he got up and stretched.

"Oooo a quickie in the shower. I can do that," Sam said, winking at him, not hiding his lustful leer as he watched Dean stretch. Sam got out of the bed and wrapped Dean in his arms and walked them toward the shower. "Just think, we get the bitch handled, then I vote for a one week vacation. You and me, no research, just making love, swimming in the pool, maybe doing some training. You can moon over your baby and do the oil change and waxing and whatever. We can grill out bar-b-que and corn on the cob. One week of just you and me and no strings. Then we can figure out what comes after, but one week of no worries and nothing but each other."

Sam released Dean once they were in the bathroom and started the shower. As soon as it was hot enough he stepped in and picked up the soap. As soon as Dean joined him, he began running the soap over his lover's body. "Have I told you recently what an absolutely beautiful and perfect body you have?" He leaned in close. "And that I love you?" he whispered as he ran soapy hands down Dean's chest.

“You’ve got a one track mind.” Dean couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s reply and the obvious leer the other man was giving him. Damn horny vampire was going to make it so he couldn’t sit for a week. Not that he was really complaining. Well, his ass was complaining a little bit, but he wasn’t.

But since Sam seemed like he was in such a good mood Dean didn’t even protest the chick flick moment of Sam hugging him all the way to the bathroom. Well, he might have rolled his eyes a little, but he didn’t complain.

A vacation… Sam was talking like one or both of them dying wasn’t the most likely outcome of the upcoming fight. He wondered if the vampire really was that optimistic or if he was just pretending to be for his benefit. Probably the latter.

Still, it was kind of a nice pipe dream. Even if that was all it was, Dean smiled at his lover.

“A vacation sounds… good.” Dean replied, letting Sam pull him into the shower and under the hot water. Damn, that felt good. Even though he wasn’t as sore as he’d expected himself to be. The young hunter snorted softly at Sam’s words even as a small moan escaped his throat at the feeling of his lover’s soap slick fingers moving over his body.

“Not in the last five minutes or so.”

"Tsk, shame on me," Sam said and nuzzled Dean's neck. He caressed the young hunter's body everywhere with his soapy hands, tracing out muscles and tendons, massaging as he went. He was pleased that Dean did seem fairly relaxed. He also was very pleased Dean was up for the idea of a vacation. He didn't know if they would urvive this venture, but it certainly gave him that little extra kick to make sure they did. A week of doing nothing but spending it with Dean in the comfort of his home. Big screen TV, pool table, darts, the pool and hot tub, the big soft bed. Oh yeah. That was a definite motivator to make sure they survived this.

There was no doubt Dean's cock was perking up a little and chuckled. "I think you might be worse than me in 'I want sex' department." Turning Dean to face him, he handed Dean the bar of soap while he retrieved the shampoo and squirted a cold dollop on Dean's head.

He began washing Dean's hair. "A shampoo and make out session. Nothing better," Sam whispered in his ear then began kissing Dean, being as thorough with his tongue inside Dean's mouth as his hands had been on Dean's body.

Dean had to admit, he was really starting to enjoy showers a lot more than he used to. Not that he disliked showers or anything but he’d never really considered them a recreational activity before. He never really thought he would enjoy having someone else wash him so much either, but now he was wondering if he would ever enjoy taking a shower alone again. Yeah… he was definitely being spoiled, and he was loving every minute of it.

He raised an eyebrow at the older man when Sam chuckled and teased him about his sex drive. Dean rolled his eyes impressively. The horny ass vampire had no right to talk.

“I just wanted a shower. You’re the one feeling me up.” Dean ‘complained’ though his inviting grin as he started to run his own soapy hands over his lover’s chest and shoulders probably ruined the effect. Which was just fine in Dean’s opinion.

When Sam pulled him close and kissed him, Dean parted his lips willingly for the vampire’s skilled tongue. Letting his hands slide around his lover’s sides to his back, caressing the other man from his shoulders to his ass. Squeezing the firm muscled cheeks and pulling their hips together, rubbing his hardening shaft teasingly alongside Sam’s.

Sam would have been content with caressing his lover's body as he washed him, and kissing him, but when Dean started on his back and ending at squeezing his ass and pulling them together, he groaned in approval. The feel of Dean's cock rubbing along his own, had the blood pooling there faster than he could have imagined. Dean could practically make him come undone with just a teasing look, though he tried to keep that secret from his lover. Head over fucking heels in love, plain and simple. Dean's vampiric part was obviously giving Dean the stamina to keep up with the vampire's desires as well. That was one definite advantage to being a vampire. It didn't take long to recover and get it up again…and again…and again.

With one hand cupping the back of Dean's head the other dropped to the small of his back and he pulled Dean closer as Sam began to grind against him. The purr started in his chest as he felt Dean's member thickening. It felt so good to just stand there under the hot water, his lover in his arms, them fucking against one another. He chuckled when Dean had to come up for air, panting. "One advantage to a being a vampire. You don't need to stop kissing because you need to breathe."

Looking into his lover's eye, his own glittered with mischief. "You know, that's something I haven't done for you yet. I don't actually have to breathe when giving you a blow job. I can suck and suck and suck on your cock, with no need to pause." He plastered his mouth back over Dean's, their tongues practically battling. The fire burned so hot inside Sam it was a wonder he didn't burst into flame, water or no water. He just couldn't get enough of Dean, not enough of his taste, his feel, his smell. Nothing. He felt starved for the love he felt for the man and he wanted to devour Dean body and soul.

Dean could feel Sam’s cock pressed between their stomachs hardening with every movement they made against each other. Growing harder, hotter, and Dean returned his lover’s moan of approval when Sam tugged them even tighter against one another. The warm water that continued to cascade over them creating a delightful friction as their slick skin slid together.

Dean almost didn’t want to break their kiss when Sam finally let him up for air even though he was panting from more than just arousal by that point. Fuck, but Sam was a good kisser. Dean almost wished he didn’t have to come up for air. Not that he wanted to be a vampire, but still, it would come in handy right about now.

Seeing the look in Sam’s eyes Dean wasn’t sure whether to feel worried or excited. But when the vampire announced what he could do since he didn’t have to breathe, the young man couldn’t help but groan loudly into his lover’s mouth when Sam kissed him again hard. Dean’s cock throbbing eagerly between them at just the thought…

His heavier breathing was definitely more to do with arousal when Sam finally let him come up for air a second time.

“Well, then what are you waiting for?” Dean replied, raising an eyebrow, almost a look of challenge in his eyes as he grinned at the vampire.

Sam laughed. "I don't know, what am I waiting for?" he said, teasing the man.

He kissed Dean again, this time a long slow kiss. The kiss shifted as he sucked on Dean's bottom lip, nipping it lightly with a fang to suck free a drop or two of blood. He could taste the excitement already in the young hunter's blood, and the left over fainter tastes of their most recent sexual encounter. Working his way down, he kissed and sucked, down Dean's neck, between his collar bones, then ran his tongue around either nipple. Admittedly he wasn't used to not breathing but he focused on just giving pleasure to Dean, never letting his mouth leave Dean's skin as he went lower and lower. His fingers pressed Dean's back nearly opposite to wherever his mouth wandered, sucking and tonguing the wet skin.

Reaching Dean's erect cock he settled on his knees, leaning back to look up at Dean through the shower of water cascading around them. He played his fingers along Dean's balls, lightly kneading them, rolling them and squeezing them.

He motioned for the soap and soaped one hand by rolling the bar around and around in it until suds spilled from between his fingers. Setting it aside, he gripped Dean's hard shaft and began a smooth stroking motion as he continued to toy with Dean's sac. He ran his tongue around the very tip of Dean cock, swirling around it and tonguing the slit skillfully, making soft moans as he tasted the precome beading on the tip. Letting the water rinse away some of the soap he sucked the young man's crown into his mouth and began to lightly suck on the tip, his tongue never stopping as it pressed and circled and stroked.

The kiss Sam gave him wiped off Dean’s cheeky grin quite effectively, and the young man couldn’t help but moan in appreciation at the slow easy way his lover explored his mouth with his tongue. Sometimes slow was good. Very good. The sharp bite of Sam’s fangs into his lip at the end of the kiss made his cock twitch. God, when had biting become such a turn on? His lover sucking on his lip seemed to go straight to his cock as well, making him so hard he nearly ached and couldn’t stop rubbing his erection against Sam’s thigh.

As Sam’s mouth moved away from his lips, along his jaw, down his neck, and chest, Dean let his head fall back to rest against the wet tile with a groan. It felt good. Damned good. But it was also… different.

As promised, Sam didn’t let up for a second. The feeling of Sam’s lips and tongue working on him, licking his skin, teasing his nipples, that was familiar. And good. So damned good. But it was also kind of weird not feeling the brush of Sam’s breath along his flesh at the same time. Not weird in a bad way, just different.

When Sam knelt down in front of him, Dean opened his eyes and looked down at his beautiful lover. Moaning softly as Sam began to play with his balls and Dean shifted his legs apart to give the other man better access. When Sam motioned for the soap, Dean grabbed it and handed it to his lover. His hands come to rest lightly on Sam’s shoulders as the other man began to stroke him slowly with his slick fingers.

“Christ that feels good.” Dean breathed, his breathing growing heavier as Sam began licking at the tip of his cock and as promised once the vampire started he didn’t stop. Playing with his slit with his tongue, sucking on his crown, all the while caressing his balls and jacking him off slowly at the same time. “Oh fuck… Sam…”

The way Dean responded to his touch made Sam's practically crazy. So damnd responsive to everything. Every bite, every lick. He began to purr deep in his chest, that faint vibration transferred to his mouth. He worked Dean's cock, sucking hard, then gently, then hard again. Letting the water wash away the soap he took Dean fully into his mouth his tongue touching and tasting that taut skin stretched over Dean's cock. He moaned in delight. This was the first time he had every actually tried giving a blow job without breathing, though Michael had done it to him. He remembered how amazing it had felt. Every time he tried he forgot himself and started breathing and it got to the point he and Michael would burst into laughter because he just couldn't convince his body he didn't need to breathe. But he wanted this perfect for Dean. The only thing he wanted was for Dean to feel the most pleasure he possibly could.

Sam bobbed his head up and down Dean's shaft, sucking the entire time, never letting up. His tongue swirled around that hard member whenever Sam pulled off enough that his tongue could. When he was fully down on Dean he pressed his tongue along the bottom of Dean's cock, pulsing it against him. Tightening his lips, he ringed Dean's cock with pressure.

He wanted to thrust his finger inside Dean and rub his prostate while blowing him, but he remembered the reaction Dean had had to that and he didn't want to bring up any long buried memories. Still, it would make the blow that much better. Easing up on Dean, bringing Dean back to a semblance of thought, he looked up into his lover's handsome face, even as he continued to suck and stroke his cock. Showing his soapy finger to Dean, he gave him a questioning look when he slid it between Dean's cheeks and brushed over that tight puckered flesh. He wouldn't push inside or even touch Dean there without his permission.

Dean started to pant when Sam began purring around his cock. Christ, he loved it when Sam did that. He was pretty sure that Sam had ruined him for getting blowjobs, just from the purring alone. But now that the other man really started getting into it, and true to his word, the vampire didn’t stop sucking on his cock even to breathe… fuck…

That didn’t mean that Sam didn’t tease him though. Expertly varying the pressure around his cock, sucking him so hard that Dean’s knees felt weak, and then so light it was hardly more than the pressure of Sam’s tongue working him. Drawing it out, making him moan loud in pleasure one second and then leaving him panting for more the next.

Fuck, it felt like it was never going to end, and Dean wasn’t sure he wanted it to. It felt like Sam could go on playing with his cock forever…

But then Dean realized that Sam had backed, barely sucking on his tip and stroking him slowly, and despite how he pushed his hips forward begging for more his lover wasn’t giving it to him. Dean forced his eyes open then, lifting his head from where it had fallen back against the wet tile and looking down at Sam so fucking beautiful on his knees in front of him.

He saw the question in his lover’s eyes, saw Sam’s slick fingers, and then felt when they slid intimately between his cheeks, circling his hole, and he knew what the vampire was asking for. Dean knew it was silly to hesitate, considering that he’d let Sam fuck him. But he did. Waiting for that familiar clenching in his gut he still felt whenever he thought about being penetrated there. He wondered if it would ever go away… Maybe not…

But though he couldn’t deny the slight nervousness he felt, and might always feel, Dean nodded. Giving Sam the permission he sought.

Sam could feel the tension enter Dean, tension that had nothing to do with arousal but after Dean's agreement, Sam went back down on his lover, purring louder. This was going to be the best damned blow job he'd ever given, he swore to that.

He focused everything on the young hunter he knelt before. Stroking Dean's rock hard member with his hand, he shifted his attention to Dean's balls, tonguing and sucking, playing with them expertly as his fingers and hand stroked and fondled Dean's cock. With his other hand he toyed around Dean's hole, stimulating the sensitive areas, pressing and wriggling his fingers, getting Dean comfortable with his touch there. His own cock was rapidly growing hard and stiff.

Sensing Dean's need peaking, Sam returned his mouth to Dean's cock, swallowing it down as he pressed his finger inside Dean and went right to his prostate, distracting Dean from any burn. His lover's cocked left hot precome in his mouth and he moaned amid his purrs. Perfect. This was just so damned perfect. Dean was so perfect. He sucked, bobbing his head, pressing and stroking Dean's prostate the whole time, dropping his free hand to his own cock. He let Dean begin to fuck his mouth but instead of just offering Dean his mouth he kept his lips wrapped around Dean's cock and bobbed, deepthroating his every stroke. With no need to breathe he could offer Dean extra suction and each time Dean pulled out, Sam pressed in with his finger to stimulate his prostate. He purred and sucked and bobbed and pressed, loving the sounds Dean made as the man came undone.

“Oh fuck!” Dean gasped sharply, his neck and back arching as Sam took him in deep once more. Sucking him harder. Purring louder, the vibrations seeming to travel from around his cock through his whole body like every part of him had suddenly become an erogenous zone. It was probably a wonder he didn’t blow his load right then and there. But Sam kept him expertly balanced on that knife’s edge of intense pleasure without allowing him to climax.

Then the attention Sam’s mouth was paying to his cock shifted lower, while his hand took up stroking him. The pleasure different now, but no less intense, had Dean moaning even louder. Probably sounding like a bad porno but he couldn’t bring himself to quiet down even knowing the embarrassment it would cause him later if Bobby and Jacob overheard them.

Sam’s fingers playing around his hole, reminding him how good his lover’s touch could feel there, eventually had his muscles relaxing and he shifted his stance apart as far as the tub would allow to give his lover better access. Eager even for those exploring fingers to delve deeper inside of him, touching him in them most intimate ways. Ways Dean only ever wanted Sam to touch him…

When his lover’s mouth returned to his cock his hips started thrusting of their own accord, seeking out more of the tight wet heat surrounding his dick, while pressing back on the other man’s fingers as well. Until finally he felt his lover penetrate him deep, the slight burning stretch immediately erased by the intense rubbing against his sweet spot, making Dean groan and beg for more.

“Oh god, Sam… Yes… fuck yes…” Dean panted as his fingers tightened in his lover’s hair. Fucking into Sam’s mouth and back on the other man’s fingers. It was amazing. So fucking amazing. He’d never felt anything like this in his life.

Dean looked down at his beautiful lover in awe. He watched his cock sliding deep into Sam’s mouth. He saw the pleasure the vampire was obviously taking doing this for him as Sam’s as fingers moved over his own rock hard dick. That, on top of everything else, was his undoing. Dean practically shouted as he thrust deep into his lover’s mouth one final time, his vision practically going white as he came down Sam’s throat again and again.

So much better than he could have ever imagined, was Sam's thought as he took Dean's cock in again and again. Michael had done this for him but he had never understood just how he had done it, how Michael had taken him to places his body never thought it could go.

Not breathing.

He had never really considered being a vampire a gift. It had been a means to an end. A means to survive, even if damned for eternity. A means to gain revenge for his wife and children. Then a means to protect those who still lived, who still breathed from those who would take their lives cruelly and viciously. A means to protect those who had become brothers and sisters, who chose animal blood over human. To hunt evil while fighting his own demon. Literally. But now, now he saw the true gift. He could love. He could give everything, just as if he were still human. His demon entwined soul was still a soul, a soul he gave to Dean. This wasn't just sex. This wasn't just a blow job. This was Sam giving his love to Dean, giving him pleasure as no one but he could. The thick cock filling his mouth giving him his own pleasure, driving him to his own heights as he tasted the thin trickles of cum enriched with ecstasy and love. Dean treasured him, he could taste that, he could smell that and he devoured it with every fiber in him.

He felt the tension, heard Dean's labored breathing, the sounds of their love spilling from the young man's lips. Then Dean pushed deep and Sam sealed his mouth tightly around the cock that pulsed and jerked and that sweet elixir of Dean's seed poured down his throat as he swallowed. By the time the second pulse of cum shot down his throat his own balls tightened almost painfully and his released rivaled that of his lover. His eyes practically rolled back in his head as his own hips pressed forward into his fist.

Heaven. The only heaven he might ever know, but more than he thought he would ever get. He sucked Dean hard, wanting everything the man could give him, every drop, as his own seed finally finished spilling into the shower.

When Dean had finally softened, he pulled off slowly, wrapping his tongue around and around that shaft until it finally fell from his mouth. He rose to his feet, caught the man in his arms and kissed him with all the intensity and love that swelled inside him. He pulled back, looking into the glazed eyes of his lover, licked some of his own come from his hand before he bit deeply into his own wrist and sucked in a mouthful of blood, then lifted Dean's wrist to his lips and bit deeply there. The love, the joy, the mix of cum and blood. The feelings that shot through him were near overwhelming. Pressing his lips against Dean's, sealing their mouths together, he shared the tastes, the sensations and held his lover in his arms as they kissed, as they experienced the tastes of the depth of their love for one another. Whatever might come in the battle ahead, nothing could ever touch or tarnish this moment of oneness he felt with Dean.

Sam sucked more from him than Dean would have ever thought possible. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into him making his cock pulse and throb in his lover’s mouth over and over again. The pleasure threatening to drown him as intense feelings raged through him like a storm.

Lust. Affection. Desire. Need. Love. All so intense it was almost more overwhelming than the pleasure itself and while the intense suction on his over sensitive cock almost bordered on painful after a while Dean never wanted it to end. Even as he gasped like a fish out of water and his heart felt like it just might explode in his chest it was beating so damned fast. He had also never felt so… cherished… as Sam gave him everything, asking nothing for himself.

Fuck, what had he ever done to deserve this? It seemed he asked that question over and over, and yet he still had no answer. Dean wasn’t sure he even wanted one, perhaps afraid that whatever deity or demon had given him this gift would realize its mistake and take it away from him again. Take away Sam…

Dean was honestly surprised that he was still upright, though when the other man finally released his cock a strong shudder passed through the young man’s body and he felt his knees begin to give. Sam caught him however easily and Dean could only moan into his lover’s mouth that still tasted of his own seed as the vampire kissed him hard. Then… fuck… if he didn’t think it could get any hotter he watched as Sam bit into his own wrist and then his. The ecstasy written on his lover’s face as Sam tasted his blood sending another shudder of pleasure through him even though thought he was completely spent.

When Sam kissed him again, the taste of their combined blood and Sam’s seed, exploded on his tongue and though Dean would vehemently deny swooning later that’s exactly what he did. Clinging tightly to Sam’s shoulders as he licked away every drop from his lover’s mouth, only pulling away from the other man when the need for oxygen forced him to.

“Fuck…” Dean gasped, looking up at his lover with a slightly glazed expression and a shit eating grin. “That should be illegal.”

Whatever he expected to come out of Dean's mouth, it had hardly been those words. He burst into laughter and pulled Dean close and he hugged him. "I think it is in some States," Sam said still chuckling.

He just held his lover for a few minutes under the spray, wishing this moment could last.

The hot water, however, apparently couldn't.

Sam reached back and turned off the water, looking down at his beautiful hunter. He gave him a finally long lingering kiss before stepping out and handing Dean a towel as he got one for himself.

"Watch the blood," he said, and reached for Dean's wrist. He brought it to his mouth and tickled his tongue across it, getting the blood to stop. Damn it still tasted so fine. With a final lick he smiled at Dean. "There. That's better," he said and couldn't help but run his hand through Dean's wet locks.

"You're beautiful," he whispered and after staring a moment at Dean, drinking in his water-sprinkled body, began drying himself off.

Sam’s laughter had Dean grinning from ear to ear and he couldn’t help but join in when the other man replied. Dean honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it were true. Actually, he wondered if having sex with a vampire fell under necrophilia? Yeah… maybe not something he wanted to think about.

Dean didn’t protest when Sam hugged him and just held him for a long time as the water cascaded over their shoulders. It was nice… No matter how girly it might be. He was kind of disappointed when the water started going from hot to lukewarm and the vampire finally reached to turn off the nozzle.

He really hoped Jacob and Bobby wouldn’t need the shower, or they were sure to get bitched out for using up all the hot water having sex.

The young man returned Sam’s long easy kiss willingly, moaning softly in appreciation, and enjoying the feel of his lover’s beautiful wet muscular body pressed up against him one last time before the older man drew away. He caught the towel Sam threw at him easily, but before he could begin drying off Sam mentioned the blood, and Dean had to admit he’d forgotten about his bitten wrist. It didn’t even sting.

Though he certainly didn’t complain when Sam brought his wrist to his mouth, licking away the lingering blood until the wound stopped bleeding. He gave the vampire a nod of thanks and couldn’t help but chuckle warmly at the way Sam was staring at him and petting him. Smitten… if he opened a dictionary it would have a picture of Sam right now next to the word.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Dean replied, grinning as he watched Sam drying off for a few moments before he did the same. Once he was done using the towel, winding it up and snapping it at his lover’s fine ass when the vampire was bending over. After all, how could he resist such a target?

Sam yelped when he felt the sting of the towel on his ass. That little shit. Sam swung around and glared at the hunter, rubbing the spot on his ass that was surely red. The mirth in Dean's eyes made him growl. He reached out, snatching the towel from Dean's grip then promptly took his revenge. He began to tickle the daylights out of the young man.

The way Sam yelped like a girl and the indignant look on the vampire’s face when he turned around had Dean rolling even before the other man launched himself at him and began to tickle him. Maybe if he hadn’t been laughing so hard he could have avoided Sam’s ‘attack’ but instead he found himself completely at his lover’s mercy.

After a few unsuccessful escape attempts, Dean finally managed to slip free from the vampire, probably only because he was still mostly wet from the shower, and ran into the bedroom. He was ready when Sam followed him though and managed to trip up the vampire and send them both tumbling to the bed.

Then, remembering what Jacob had told him once before about Sam’s ticklish spot, Dean took his revenge by going right for Sam’s feet.

Sam laughed when he obviously found Dean's ticklish spots and was merciless, managing to get in some good tickling before the laughing man slipped from his grasp. Sam chased after him but Dean was prepared. Sam ended up on the bed with Dean and was ready to continue the tickling revenge when he felt Dean's fingers on his feet and practically squealed.

"Not the feet! Not the feet!" he cried trying to get away from those evil fingers. He crabbed back on the bed but Dean was in pursuit. How did Dean know his feet were his most ticklish spot anyhow?

Jacob.

Sam was going to kill him.

Sam was laughing so hard his side hurt. "Let me breathe!" Sam begged, gasping for air, hoping his lover didn't point out that he didn't really need to breathe. "Uncle, uncle," Sam said finally managing to pull his feet towards him, pushed up, and tackled Dean.

"You're evil. Positively Evil," Sam declared, pinning Dean to the mattress. He swooped in and lip-locked with the man, kissing him passionately. If Dean was going to leave him breathless, then he could do the same, but taking another tactic.

Dean was laughing nearly as hard as Sam was, if anyone knew that the big bad vampire hunter Cristo squealed like a girl when his feet were tickled that would be the end of Sam’s hunting career. Period. The young hunter was laughing too hard to point out that Sam had just given him a fucking amazing blowjob without breathing, so Dean didn’t have much sympathy for the gasping vampire.

When his lover finally cried uncle however, the young man’s victory was short lived as Sam suddenly tackled him back to the bed. And if Dean was breathless before from laughter, Sam might just have to give him CPR after the brain melting kiss the other man gave him that left him gasping like a fish out of water.

“I know, but you love me anyway.” The young man replied with a smug grin when Sam finally allowed him the chance to catch his breath a little.

Sam ran his fingers through Dean's hair, looking down at him. "Yes. I do," he said, that love shining in his eyes. He gave Dean one final long slow kiss and then let him up with a sigh as he got to his feet.

"I'm keeping my eyes on you this time," he said as he backed into the bathroom and retrieved his clothes. He grabbed Dean's too and brought them out to him. "I still really think I should try to convince you to eat naked. Or at least without your shirt on."

Sam slid into his own clothes but his gaze was locked on his lover as he watched Dean dress. Leering at Dean he told him. "Either you need to put on some weight or I've got to convince you to buy a smaller size in t-shirts."

He shuddered a little as he put his socks and boots on. "Dammit, now my feet are going to be all tingling and itchy for the rest of the day." He gave Dean a glare. "See if you get a massage out of me tonight."

Even though Sam let him up, Dean remained laying on the bed for a little while longer, enjoying the show as he watched the vampire return to the bathroom for their clothes. Only after Sam had tossed him his stuff did Dean finally sigh and sit up so he could get dressed. Laughing and rolling his eyes a little at his lover's comment about him eating naked.

"You've got the weirdest kinks, I swear to god." Dean teased the other man as he pulled up his jeans. Smirking a little at Sam's leer as he turned around and bent down, giving the other man a nice view of his jeans clad ass, as he picked up his shirt from the bed.

Actually, he was gaining some of the weight back that he'd lost but it would probably be a few more weeks before he was back to normal. He'd have to start working out again soon to make sure that he didn't get all flabby from the extra weight. Though that might be a moot point… considering Dean wasn't sure if he was going to survive the next couple of days.

He figured getting a massage from his lover tonight was going to be the least of his worries. They'd wasted too much time already. Even though he couldn't bring himself to regret the time he'd spent with Sam, that didn't mean the guilt was any less. Knowing those men, who'd done nothing to draw the attention of that vampire bitch other than resemble them, were probably dead by now… while he had been making love to his lover.

Dean swallowed hard as he pulled on his t-shirt over his head. Time to return to the real world.

"I'm gonna go see if Jake and Bobby are around." Dean finally said as he headed for the door.

Sam sighed, seeing some of the guilt return to Dean's eyes. He stepped up to his lover and simply gave him a light kiss on the lips. Since he always seemed to say the wrong thing to Dean he figured that was the safest thing he could do. He understood how Dean felt, he really did, but he had seen such tactics used before. He didn't know if he had become hardened to it, or had learned to ignore it, or just simply buried it. He had seen so much death in his life that sometimes the death of strangers, even if it was because of him, held less meaning. If he let his emotions rule him he would just get himself killed and he feared Dean would be too emotional to fight them with a clear head. Vampires were vicious, plain and simple. He knew he could be. The demon in him, let loose, could do horrid and unimaginable things to people. Then again, the vampire in Dean did seem to show itself when Dean was pissed.

He followed Dean out and was accosted with the smells of delicious food.

"Jake wouldn't put us on the road without a good meal in us," Sam said slapping Dean on the back, inhaling the scents. Oh, Jacob had made a feast, he could already tell. Grilled venison, potato casserole, green bean casserole, fresh rolls, and cherry pie. There might be a few other scents missed in there but it all smelled heavenly. If his stomach could growl, it would have. He did find a soft purr unintentionally start in his chest.

Dean returned offered kiss and gave his lover a slight smile in return. He appreciated Sam’s attempts to cheer him up, even if he couldn’t really let the other man distract him yet again, as much as he wanted to from the hunt ahead of them. When he opened the door to their bedroom, however, the smell of food wafting down the hallway sure as hell tested his resolve against distraction. Christ that smelled good and he was starving. Sam sure knew how to work up his appetite.

When he heard Sam start to purr, Dean couldn’t help but laugh. It made him want to scratch behind the vampire’s ear or something, just to see if he could get the other man to purr louder.

“Hey Bobby. Hey Jake.” Dean greeted the two older men already in the kitchen, the table was already set with plates and food, so Dean just sat down in one of the available chairs and started dishing out food onto his plate.

"'Bout time you two stopped shaking the rafters," Jacob teased. "Got you boys a good meal that ought to hold you for a good long ways, and I'll get you some sandwiches and leftovers packed to take with you." He looked at Sam. "You want me to throw a live rabbit in there for you?"

Sam glared at the old man and made a face. "Please, not while I'm getting ready to eat. Rodents might as well be roadkill."

Jake practically cackled at him. After pulling the pie out to cool he set down at the table. "Ah-ah. No chowing just yet he scolded the men at the table. He bowed his head. "God I ain't the praying type. You know that and I know that, but watch over these men and let 'em skewer those bastards dead and most important, let these men all come out in one piece. Thanks for the food and the new friends and all that la-de-dah crap. Just watch over 'em. Amen."

Sam stared at Jake after echoing the 'amen.'

"Shut your mouth, Sammy. I pray every now and again. This seemed like a good time to do it. You two," he waved at Dean and Sam, "found each other, and Bobby and I got us a friendship now. Don't hurt to say thank you."

Sam smiled fondly at the old man and gave a nod. "Yeah, you're right."

There was light banter back and forth between the foursome as if three of them weren't about to go out on a mission where they would be fighting for their lives. All too soon it seemed the plates were scraped clean. Dishes were gathered, dessert was had and then silence fell over them until Jake pushed himself to his feet. "All right. Let me get you boys set up with your leftovers."

As the other men rose to their feet and started to head to their rooms to gather their things, Jacob spoke up. "Dean, lemme speak to you a minute."

Sam gave Jacob a wary look but headed back toward the bedroom, while Bobby headed to his own.

When it was just Dean and Jake, Jake could see Dean was leery of whatever the man wanted to talk to him about. Jake's voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. "You and Sam are together now, and I wanted to ask you if it was all right if I offered some of my blood to Sam. Human blood will give him some extra strength and he won't drink from some innocent unless he don't have a choice. I'm sure the deer fed him pretty well, but a little bit of human blood I'm sure would help, and you're gonna need your strength too, so he won't want to drink from you. But it's your call. He's yours. I won't make the offer to him unless you give me the okay to."

Dean decided to ignore Jacob's comment about them shaking the rafters since he had a feeling any reaction to the teasing was just going to encourage the older man. Though Dean couldn't help but snort softly when Jake mentioned getting Sam a rabbit and his lover's reply. Good to know. Just as well, Dean really didn't want to watch Sam eat a rabbit anyway.

He was about to start digging eagerly into his food when Jacob's scolding made him pause, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise when the older man bowed his head. Looking at Sam, the vampire seemed just as surprised. Dean certainly wasn't the praying type either, but he bowed his head anyway, even if he didn't echo the 'amen' at the end.

Dean hoped at least God would be willing to listen to Jacob even if he'd never really listened to Dean.

The meal was great, and Dean had to admit he was going to miss eating three square home cooked meals a day. He was about to follow Sam back to their bedroom to help get their things together, and was a bit surprised when Jacob asked him to stay. The wary look that Sam gave the older man almost wanted to make Dean laugh, and he probably would have if he wasn't a little worried himself. He never quite knew what Jacob might say, and his wit was sharp as hell.

Dean gave a nod to Sam before turning back to the old man.

Jacob's offer… for a moment Dean didn't understand why the older man was asking his permission to offer Sam some of his blood. Then he realized it was because the other man thought he might be jealous… and then even more surprising Dean found out he was and he wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Dean knew there wouldn't be anything sexual about it, not like it was between him and Sam. Dean didn't doubt Sam's devotion to him, and he also knew the two had shared blood before… and Dean wanted his lover to have every advantage. Human blood was better for him than animal. While Dean could give Sam some blood himself that might weaken him too. They both had to be strong and alert. Dean also couldn't help but wonder which side of him was jealous, the human or the not so human part?

"Ok." Dean finally agreed, despite the part of him that wanted to refuse.

Sam was busily packing away his items; he couldn't believe what a mess he'd let things get. Dean was a definite bad influence on his compulsive neatness. He imagined their home once Dean moved in and chuckled to himself. He had a feeling clothes, magazines, and who knew what else would be strewn everywhere. Dean would probably grin and call him an old lady when Sam scolded him about it.

The sudden fear that Dean would never get to see their home swelled in him. A vampire war. Jesus. Maybe Jake was right. Sam looked up toward the ceiling. "Any help would be appreciated. Keep Dean safe especially. And Bobby. And if you don't mind a half-breed who's trying to help, me too. But Dean first. Always Dean first."

He sat down on the bed a moment and reached deep inside to his animal.

You'll be let out you know.

The Animal stared at him through the bars of his cage. Finally allowed to do as I want.

Enemies only. Not the other vegetarians. Not the humans unless they've turned.

The Animal paced. And if they are infected but have not yet turned will you kill them or save them?

Sam was silent for a moment. I don't know. I think Dean would prefer we tried to save them. I'll discuss it with him.

Laughing, the Animal shook its head. Bloodmates. Why must you always find human bloodmates and not turn them? This new bloodmate, him I like except for his still too human streak. Even if he has no demon-soul to be with me.

Thinking back to Michael, his first bloodmate, he vaguely recalled their lovemaking and how the demons within them had shared as much as the men. I'm sorry.

He growls. He hears me. He answers me. It is odd. I do not understand. And yet, I feel as if I touch his soul. Chuckling the animal added, You always did like threesomes.

Sam burst into laughter and withdrew, feeling that the Animal would do as he asked because its bloodmate had the same desires as Sam. That comforted him to some degree.

He stood back up, still chuckling, and continued to pack.

Dean walked into their bedroom to find Sam chuckling to himself while he was packing, and the young man couldn’t help but grin even as he wondered what the hell was so amusing to the vampire. Since Sam hadn’t acknowledged his presence yet, Dean took the opportunity to walk up behind him and wrap his arms around Sam from behind. A small possessive growl escaped him before he could help it as he nuzzled the back of the vampire’s neck.

“You know… if you enjoy packing this much, you can do it all the time.” Dean teased as he started to suck lightly on his lover’s throat.

Ok, so he was definitely jealous about the idea of Sam feeding on someone other than him and was marking his territory a little. Sue him. At least he wasn’t pissing on Sam or anything. That thought made him chuckle a little even as he forced himself to stop what he was doing, because they didn’t have time to go another round now. Sighing softly, Dean licked the slight mark he’s made.

“Jacob has offered to feed you some of his blood, he said it would help.”

He smelled his bloodmate enter the room. He smiled when he felt Dean's arms envelop him. The purr began in his chest but he was startled when Dean growled, clearly stating Sam was his. What had brought on that? His purr shifted to a responding growl as he reassured his bloodmate.

"No, I usually keep things neat and tidy. I've decided you're a bad influence in that…" Sam's words faded from his lips as Dean began working on his neck. He arched his neck, exposing it to his lover more. Oh that felt good. He realized Dean intended to leave a mark there. His mind was confused why Dean had suddenly grown possessive while his body didn't give a flying fuck and only wanted more of the attention. When Dean stopped and chuckled, Sam tossed him a slightly disgruntled, "Tease."

He felt Dean's tongue on his neck and groaned softly. Shit. Dean made him so fucking horny. He was ready to turn and push Dean back on the bed for one last quickie before they left when Dean's words reached through the growing lust.

Ah. That explained his bloodmate's upset and possessiveness. Dean's response positively warmed his heart and soul. He turned in Dean's arms. "He's right. It will," Sam agreed.

Staring into Dean's eyes he could see the mixed emotions swirling in the green. He knew how he would feel if Dean came in and casually told Sam that he was going to take blood from someone else. Regardless if it helped, he wouldn't be happy, even if he understood the sense of it. He ran his fingers through Dean's soft hair. "He usually puts it in a glass for me," Sam told him, smiling lovingly at Dean. "He's not really comfortable with fangs biting him unless the virus in him is on the rampage. I'll numb his wrist, he'll use a knife and fill a glass, then I usually tend to the wound to make it stop bleeding. Since he'll probably give me as much as he can, I'll fill him a glass of fresh blood from me before I take his, because if he gives as much as he can, his virus will get needy. That way my blood will be pure for him and satisfy the virus much better."

He growled softly, telling his bloodmate how much he loved him, then whispered in Dean's ear, "I only have fangs for you Lover." He tongued Dean's ear then nipped his earlobe before pulling back, taking the opportunity to slide both hands down to Dean's ass cheeks and squeeze them.

Hearing his lover’s soft purrs and growls, his bloodmate’s reassurances that he was Deans and Dean’s alone, helped to ease some of the jealous possessiveness the young man had felt ever since Jacob had brought up sharing his blood with Sam. As the vampire explained how they would do it, that helped to ease it a little more. Not entirely. But enough that Dean was able to think of it more… clinically…

Sam wouldn’t be biting Jake or drinking from him directly… ok, that sounded a lot less intimate than he’d feared. Hell, it wasn’t like it was sex anyway, just… dinner… he shouldn’t be upset at all. But Dean knew it would probably be best if he stayed in here while Sam was… feeding.

Dean could tell the vampire was positively smug by his jealous girlfriend reaction though and the young hunter rolled his eyes impressively at Sam’s remark.

“Oh god, could you get any cheesier?” Dean replied, even though he was grinning and definitely enjoying the feeling of Sam’s lips against his ear and his hands on his ass.

"Mmmm, I'm almost certain of it," Sam said. As much as he was ready to take his lover then and there, he knew he shouldn't. They needed to get on the road. And not have to shower again. With a final loving growl of desire, he pulled Dean up close and decided he could at least kiss Dean breathless.

He covered those tempting lips with his own, slipping his tongue into Dean's mouth slowly, teasingly, exploring every inch of that wet heat. He tangled his tongue with his lover's again and again, one hand sliding up Dean's back holding him close while the the hand on Dean's ass pressed their groin's closer. As much as he wanted to grind their groins together, he held firm, just pressing, so they simply felt each other. When he knew Dean needed breath he finally broke their kiss and looked at the plump wet lips that he ran a final tongue across.

"Love you always," Sam told him, hugged him just a moment longer, then reluctantly released him. "Why don't you finish folding and packing here and I'll get the stuff out of the bathroom." He gave Dean a playful glare. "Note. I did say fold."

Dean snorted softly at his lover’s reply. He had no doubt in his mind the other man could be even cheesier if he put his mind to it. As long as it wasn’t in public, Dean didn’t mind too much though. Then the young man decided he really didn’t care so much, the way Sam kissed, he could be as cheesy as he wanted to be.

Sam’s hands were all over him, holding him so damned close, kissing him so deeply that Dean could barley breathe and all he wanted was more. He clung to the other man and moaned into Sam’s mouth, sucking on his tongue.

When his lover finally released him Dean was panting for breath but a small sound of complaint still escaped his throat. He hadn’t wanted that kiss to end.

At least Sam gave him a few moments to recover from the weak-kneed state the vampire had left him in before his lover finally let him go. When Sam told him to pack, and fold his clothes, Dean merely huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you go get your dinner before I change my mind?” Dean replied as he started picking up his clothes and tossing them into his duffle, purposefully unfolded, while Sam watched.

Sam glared at Dean. "You are one stubborn shit, you know that?" Sam said, but there ws teasing laced in his words. He'd just have to work on Dean and convince him unwrinkled clothes made better impressions while on a hunt. Not that it would matter for where they were headed. He chuckled a little to himself. They were so going to butt heads again and again. But it gave him an excuse to tackle Dean to the floor and tickle him or make love to him or whatever struck his fancy. And he could probably equally annoy Dean by doing something little, like putting fingerprints all over Dean's pretty, buffed mirror bright, Impala. No harm, no damage, just finger prints. He liked that idea. He'd have to come up with other little ways to annoy the young hunter. He had no doubt there would be payback. So long as they kept boundaries of not doing something that really upset the other, it would be kinda fun. He better never let Dean find out he hated finding crumbs in bed, he mused as he headed out to the kitchen.

"Hey, Jake."

"What, you got out of there without molesting that boy of yours again?"

"I can keep it in my pants old man."

Jacob snorted. "Since when?"

Sam sobered, "Thanks for everything Jake. I owe you a lot. More than a lot."

"Just don't forget the pumpkins," Jacob said giving him a wink as he dug out a couple glasses. "And for God's sake, be careful."

Nodding, Sam gave Jacob a smile. "That's the plan. And when I send the pumpkins, don't be having a heart attack or anything."

"That would be a mighty fine way to go," he said with a lecherous grin.

Sam shook his head as he bit into his wrist and filled up a glass of blood for Jacob, then waved Jacob to give him his wrist. He sucked on Jacob's wrist, numbing it, before biting into the vein. It would heal faster and better if he bit Jacob rather than if Jacob used a knife on it. Jacob filled up one glass, then about half another glass.

"Okay, that's it I think."

Immediately Sam took Jacob's wrist and fastened on, licking over the wound until the blood stopped flowing. Jacob downed the glass of blood Sam gave him, while Sam did the same of the blood Jacob provided him. Yeah it was going to suck going back to being mostly vegetarian.

"Good?" Jacob asked him.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yep." He handed Sam a glass with a double shot of whiskey. "To help cut the flavor and scent for your boy."

Sam downed it, then followed up with a small glass of orange juice before rinsing his mouth repeatedly with water. He would have loved to have kept the flavor of human blood in his mouth, but for Dean's sake, his bloodmate's sake, he didn't want to do that. Dean may have agreed to let him drink another's blood, but the bloodmate in Dean would still be the jealous boyfriend no matter what. The alcohol and arrange juice should go a long way to washing away Jacob's scent. Even so, he wouldn't be at all surprised if Dean insisted on marking him and encouraging him to drink, even if only a little from him. Bloodmates could be terribly jealous.

He gave Jacob a hand shake and hug. "I'll be seeing you soon."

"Damned straight you will," Jacob said confidently. "I've about got this stuff packed. I'll bring it out to the cars in a few."

"Okay. Thanks again."

Jacob waved him off. "Yeah, yeah. Go. Finish packing and get out of here."

Sam grinned at Jacob and headed back to his and Dean's room where he started gathering duffels.

Dean merely smirked at Sam's words as he kept tossing his clothes haphazardly into his duffle. He managed to keep the smile on his face until Sam was out of the room at least. It was gone the second Sam was gone however. When Dean realized he was shoving his things into his bag with a lot more force than was necessary, irritation quickly bubbled over into real anger. He tossed the bag down on the bed and rested his hands against the edge of the dresser, bowing his head.

He wasn't angry at Sam. He wasn't mad at Jacob either. The only person Dean was angry with was himself. He was not going to play the jealous girlfriend here, god damn it.

He had told Jacob he was fine with it. He had told Sam the same thing. Dean understood the need. He wanted to give his lover all the edge he could in the fight to come. The vampires they were going to go up against, they lived off human blood all the time. Human blood made them stronger. Sam was only getting a friggen cup from the other man, not much of a boost, but any boost would help. Dean agreed it was necessary… so why wasn't he ok with it?

Dean forced himself to return to his packing, and he was done at least by the time Sam returned. The young man offered his lover a slight grin he hoped didn't look as strained as it felt, zipping up his duffle and hauling it over his shoulder.

"Let's get out of here. I'm sure Bobby will be honking the horn to make us hurry up in a minute." Dean offered casually as he made his way past Sam out to the cars.

Sam could smell the jealousy and anger before he ever stepped into the room. He gave an inner sigh but he wasn't really surprised. Dean would smell Jacob on his breath regardless of the whiskey and juice, for at least a few hours. There was only one way to fix that. He also had to be fully prepared for his bloodmate, even though Dean was the younger and would back down from Sam, to get a little aggressive and alpha toward him. Dean would need to reclaim him and make sure Sam knew he was his. And better here than after a strained hour or two in the car when Dean had had all he could take, pulled off the side of the road, and the upset had turned into something approaching rage. It was the way of the bloodmate. It also wasn't like the bloodmate would take much. They needed to get on the road, but this too was necessary. Hopefully Dean would be satisfied with blood, but if not, if Dean needed to take him it would be fast and furious anyhow and Sam would allow him the domination this time. He pulled out his pocket knife and opened it, holding it discreetly in his hand. He walked in and saw Dean's strained smile and heard his strained words.

As Dean started past him he grabbed Dean. "Not until I taste only you again," Sam said growling possessively

With little prelude or preparation bit into Dean's neck just enough to draw blood, just enough blood to cover Jacob's scent with Dean's. He pressed the knife into Dean's hand because if the bloodmate had caught Jacob's scent on his breath, he would need to respond in kind.

Dean was more than a little shocked when Sam’s hand caught his wrist when he tried to pass the vampire. Maybe if Dean hadn’t been trying so hard not to react to the obvious change in his lover’s scent, the smell of… another… on him, he would have been less surprised.

However hearing Sam’s growled words, the shock faded in an instant as all the feelings he’d been trying to ignore, deny, rose up to the surface like a tidal wave. Jealousy. Anger. Need… mostly need… the need to make Sam his once more.

The answering possessive growl reverberated from Dean’s throat even as Sam bit into it. The duffel he was carrying was instantly forgotten, dropping to the floor carelessly, as Dean clung to Sam. Pulling his lover to him tightly at first, but then pushing.

Pushing Sam up against the wall, not giving a shit about the rather loud noise they made when the vampire’s back finally hit the wall. All Dean cared about was getting closer, pressing and rubbing his body up against the other man’s like he was trying to mark him with his scent.

Dean felt the knife pressed into his hand, and he flicked it open with little through. The quick shallow cut he made at Sam’s neck just an aid to get what he really wanted. A second later Dean sank the blunt edges of his teeth around the small wound, opening it a little wider as he drank, another loving but possessive growl vibrating through his chest.

Sam let Dean do what he needed. If Dean smelled of another, Sam would be just as aggressive, just as needy to reclaim him. He wasn't entirely lying when he said he only wanted to taste Dean in mouth. Jacob was a dear friend and the human blood would help help him for what lay ahead, but Dean was the only one he wanted to taste.

Sam rubbed back against Dean, as readily marking his territory as Dean was. Sam felt the nick at his throat and then the human teeth biting hard, needing to taste Sam's blood. Sam growled back lovingly to his one and only as he carded his fingers through Dean's hair. When Dean's mouth finally left Sam's neck, he tilted the young hunter's face up toward his own and licked away the trickle of blood at the corner of Dean's mouth, then kissed him, letting Dean taste him and confirm that only Dean's own taste was there.

Breaking the kiss, Sam smiled at him. "Let's get going now, okay, Lover?"

Leaning over he picked up the duffel Dean had dropped and slipped his arm around Dean's waist pulling him close as they headed outside. Sam tossed a final "See ya Jake," over his shoulder and ignored the annoyed look he saw on Bobby's face. He slid into the passenger's seat with a soft contented purr in his chest. He was actually growing fond of the sound of the Impala's powerful engine, but he did reach up and turn the blaring tape down a notch, just enough not to give him a headache in a few hours. He gave Deana look almost daring him to turn it back up, ready to smack his hand away if he tried.

Sam’s growl vibrating through his chest where they were pressed together and the vampire’s soft touches eased something inside of him. Or maybe it was the taste of his lover’s blood, all passion and love, only for him. Or maybe it was even when Sam kissed him gently and all he could taste was himself in his lover’s mouth. Whatever it was, finally Dean felt the possessive jealousy start to fade from him. Leaving him feeling a little embarrassed about his actions but much more than that he felt reassured and loved.

When Sam finally broke their kiss and said they should get going, Dean nodded. He was glad that Sam wasn’t going to tease him for being all jealous girlfriend on him again. Dean was really, really, going to have to do something about that. He didn’t want to keep getting all bent out of shape just because Sam looked at a waitress’ ass or needed to eat for fucks sake.

But he supposed he could deal with that later. If there was a later. There was a hell of a lot more important things to worry about right now.

Dean didn’t protest Sam holding him around the waist or carrying his stuff, though really he should have, he wasn’t the chick in this relationship damn it. But he kind of… like it… even though he’d never admit it aloud.

The young man gave Jacob a slight nod when they passed the kitchen. A part of him wished he could offer the old man a better farewell, Jake had done so damned much for him and Sam. But he supposed making sure Sam came out of this alive would mean a lot more to Jacob than any words of farewell he could offer.

Bobby looked kind of pissed for having to wait on them when they passed him outside, but Dean only offered him a grin as an apology and the older hunter rolled his eyes as he went to get in his own car. He kind of missed Sam’s arm around him when the vampire released him to get in the impala, but at the same time Dean was glad to be back in the driver’s seat of his girl.

Dean couldn’t help but grin hearing Sam’s soft purr before he turned over the engine and the impala’s growl covered it up. Even though he gave the vampire a half playful have annoyed look for touching his radio, Dean didn’t say anything. Instead he followed Bobby’s car down the driveway leading to the road and hopefully not to all their deaths.