Instinct (Supernatural, Dean/Sam, R) 1/1
Title: Instinct
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest (Dean/Sam), vampires, lots of death
Spoilers: Dead Man's Blood
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Becoming a vampire didn't mean you just instantly became evil, as Dean quickly had to learn. There was actually a whole mental process, the ways you learned as a human messing with new vampire instincts.
Edit About warnings.
Instinct
By Spinny Roses
When Dean woke up, it was with a headache that pounded down his face to center in his upper jaw and a horrible sunburn. The headache could possibly be explained; he was in the middle of the woods and had slept the day away on a rock. The sunburn, not so much.
Eesh, but he was hungry. Reflexively, he ran a hand through his hair as he checked his teeth for fuzz or fungus.
Hair, needed work. Teeth... surprisingly clean. There was a strange taste to them, but no plaque. Huh. Well, he'd just get back to the motel and shower. Before letting Sam know that he had no fucking idea what happened.
What had happened, anyway? Things were a little fuzzy. Dean distinctly remembered a girl, though. And a guy. Her boyfriend? Maybe he was in a fight and got blindsided. Could happen. Maybe. If the stars were in the right alignment, there was a total solar eclipse, and Sam got laid.
Motherfucking Hell, though, he was starving. He'd have to track down someone willing to give a poor, scruffy boy a treat. Older ladies tended to be nicer about that... and were pretty cool about the flirting. He felt like scrubbing his skin off after, but hey, got him food.
---
"Hey, are you okay?"
Dean carefully looked up, trying to keep from moving too fast. The headache only had gotten worse, and Missy's famous hamburgers, which had been delicious the other night, were doing their impression of a lead brick.
"Yeah," he managed. "Must have come down with something." There was no damn way he was making it back to the motel. He'd pass out and never hear the end of it from Sam. If the teasing didn't make him want to kill him, the hovering would.
...whoa, where did that come from?
"You need something to drink?" Missy asked, carelessly popping her gum. As if it wasn't her fault if a customer got sick in the middle of her establishment.
Dean shook his head, trying to clear out the weird thoughts. "Hey, do you have a place I can lay down? Just for a little bit?" He smiled at her, the hint of a leer at the end of it. Missy was smelling really... really good.
"Sure, sugar. We got a cot in the back." She didn't miss the leer, and her hips swayed ever so slightly towards him.
Dean barely made it to the back room when Missy grabbed his crotch, trying out a smile that was suppose to be sexy and ended up just strange. It didn't matter much to Dean, though. Missy had something he wanted. Something he needed, now. He could taste it along her skin, beating against her lips. The scent of it rose from under its prison, tempting him. Tempting him to pierce the barrier, letting it spill free.
Well, Dean was never one to pass up a temptation that good. He bore down, biting deeply into her neck. Warmth splashed over his tongue and down his throat, the heat spreading over his skin and easing the headache. The more he drank, the better it got. It was the best high, the best food, better than sex...
When he dropped Missy, she was dead.
And he seriously had to throw up.
Well of course, came a new, calm and rational side. You took too much. It's like a human eating one of those Super Size meals. You can't eat that much in one setting.
Dean stumbled over to the sink, barely paying attention to what that side was saying. The hamburger wasn't mixing well with his new food and OH SHIT here it comes. It wasn't until he was looking down at blood-splattered bits of bile, bread, and meat that he realized what he had done, what he was thinking.
"...fuck."
---
When Dean got back to the motel, he was in for the shock of his life... death... whatever.
"Oh." The guy barely looked up from his homework. "Left something behind?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
A very heavy eyeroll. Dean was surprised his eyes didn't drop out of his skull. "Dude, the other guy dropped off the keys like... a week ago. What, have a lover's spat?"
The fact they were mistaken for a gay couple, again, didn't bother him as much as the fact that Sam was gone, and that it had been a week.
One for the road, the new vampire side coaxed. You can't travel without snacks.
Dean's entire body rebelled at the thought, holding desperately onto human thoughts. This wasn't a snack he could feed from every few days. This annoying piece of shit was a human being. He would... not... crack!
"If you break the counter, you're gonna pay for it."
---
Vampires without a flock slowly went mad. Caught between a dying human side and a sadistic vampire side, they had no anchor to either, no anchor to pull them free of the maelstrom.
The vampire that made Dean was well aware of this. He grabbed Dean right off the streets one day, watching his face turn from fierce human anger to realization to a mix of yearning/confusion/hatred.
"You!"
"Winchester," he jeered back. "Don't think we didn't know who you were? My, but you make a fucking beautiful vampire."
Dean stepped back, as if afraid he would touch him.
"Don't flatter yourself, Winchester. By the way, if you see Kate, tell her to either settle her fucking ass down or make sure we know if she's going to be marching through our territory on her mission."
"What..?"
The vampire sighed, irritated. "You think this was about you? You and your family's urge to help the humans? No, watching you be without a flock is a bonus. Messing Kate up was the reason." He flicked his fingers, bored. "Go see if you can find your brother. Turn him, get a flock that way. Otherwise, get out of my face before I put your head on the mantle."
---
Becoming a vampire didn't mean you just instantly became evil, as Dean quickly had to learn. There was actually a whole mental process, the ways you learned as a human messing with new vampire instincts. What it did mean, however, was that there were a serious lack of morals. Well, okay, that was nothing new. But the complete lack of self-restraint was new.
For instance, when Dean finally figured out how not to eat so much he got sick, he had no problem seducing some strange, ugly girl into his bed when he should be looking for Sam.
Not only that, but following the Winchester trail (it was surprisingly easy. Look for the sudden deaths of supernatural beings) lead him into several Bumfuck, Nowhere towns, each with their own special "I'm a virgin to my parents and a slut to my friends" girl and heavily closeted football player. Easy, easy prey.
When he fucked and sucked one of the gay men in one of the towns, he found that even his waning human side was completely silent. It stayed quiet even as he got off the tall, lanky body and wistfully toyed with the floppy, almost geeky hair.
---
He wasn't really sure which Winchester he was following, though. Both Sammy and John were pretty good at hunting. Though, their father tended to focus solely on The Demon, so it was a pretty good bet that he was following Sam's trail.
Finally, Sam doubled back, staying near a town he had already saved. Dean had drawn a girl out of the crowd, pretty this time. She didn't smell already of blood and sex, a smell Dean was starting to associate with the menstrual cycle, though she was old enough to start hers. Probably an athlete, he decided, as he drew her aside. Girls that didn't have their menstrual cycle tasted the best.
Dean had started to bite down when he caught a very familiar, very welcome whiff of Sam, Sammy. He actually pushed the girl away, frantically searching the crowd. Sam wasn't supposed to be hard to find, tall geek bastard. He could smell him, damn it, like he was right next to him...
The girl pawed at him, whining. Pushing at him, wanting him to finish. Disgusted, Dean grabbed her savagely, draining her dry.
He spent the next few hours attached to a toilet, berating himself for eating too much and not going through with finding his baby brother.
---
Dean!"
Surprised, Dean pulled back from his flirting. The meal would just have to wait, because if that scent is right, that sound, Sam...
Said brother was looking down at him, eyes wide and relieved. "Dean! Oh man, where have you been?" He lowered himself gracefully onto a chair, ignoring the waitress. "Hey, Dean, yo? You with us?"
Dean just flashed a lazy, fangless smile at Sam. "I'm just fine, Sammy." The extra punch to Sammy caused Sam to wince slightly, the motion sending thrills of happiness and wrongness through Dean's body.
"What do you want?" the waitress bit off, rolling her eyes as she pulled out her notepad.
"Um... coffee, steak and eggs." The girl had barely turned her back when Sam continued. "Dean... you didn't even send a note letting me know where the fuck you were. I..." Sam moved his mouth soundlessly for a few minutes, a rather beautiful one, Dean mused, filled with blood.
"And you left without waiting for me," Dean shot back, distracted.
"Dean, this is serious! Stop looking at the waitress's tits for just one second and listen."
Huh, and he thought it was the sound of blood pumping through Sam's body that had distracted him.
Sam just looked at him, thoughts in his face that he couldn't put words to. "Dean," he finally whispered, reaching out.
Okay, now, that? Not cool. The last spark of human inside him reared up, screaming in his ear at that. Wrong! it shrieked, gripping him tightly. This is wrong! Dean tipped over the chair as he stood, hurriedly stepping back. "Don't touch me."
The hurt that invaded Sam's eyes twisted his chest, and he couldn't say which part of him it was.
"Dean, what happened to you?" Sam's eyes darted over him, looking for something. It lingered in certain places, neck, arms, hips... without heat. With only worry and hurt. "How did you get...?"
Dean's hand flew to his neck, pretty certain it was clean of any lingering scars from the vampire bite so long ago. How long, anyway? The time blurred in his head.
Slowly, Sam stood, moving towards him as if the being in front of him was a wild animal instead of his brother. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered, not touching him. "Let's just go outside, okay? Let's talk outside."
What in fuck's name was Sam being so cautious about, anyway? With a mournful thought, he said goodbye to Paulina, their beautiful, blood-filled waitress, and followed his brother outside.
"Do you have a place to stay?" Sam said, hesitantly. "Sorry, I took the car, but..."
"Sam, if there is even one scratch on that car, I am going to kill you."
Sam was actually startled into laughter at that. Dean was perfectly serious, though. One damn scratch and Dean was going to pin that giant body down and drink to almost bursting.
The laughter stopped as quickly as it started, and the weird tension was back. The caution that Sam was treating Dean with. What in the fucking world was Sam doing? "So, Sammy, are we going to stand here all day, or did you actually have enough money for a motel?"
Sam winced, and a small piece of the puzzle appeared. "I... that is..."
"Because I'm exhausted," Dean continued on, knowing it was the vampire taking delight in his pain. "I've been working all day."
Sam was horrified.
He couldn't keep it up. Dean laughed, turning his head away in case his fangs were visible. "Dude, I've been walking all day since I didn't have my car. Where was your pervy mind going?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean noticed Sam's hands coming in to grab him. Probably to shake him, tell him how not funny it was. That he was really worried, and that it wasn't funny. Dean could argue about the "not funny" part, but he really, really didn't want Sam touching him.
Sam was quickly grabbing for empty air. His hands slowly lowered to his sides, eyes dancing over Dean's face. "Dean... that isn't all of it. Why the fuck don't you want me to touch you?"
'Because you kill things like me' came to mind. 'Because I'm really hungry and you look tasty.' And Dean's favorite, 'Because I'm hungry and horny and I don't care who it's with.'
None of which the human would let him say.
Instead, what came out was "Look, dude, all sex I've had since you left has been consensual. I just don't want your grubby paws on my jacket."
Sam actually looked embarrassed. "Fine, fine. Yes, there's a motel. Jesus, Dean. It's been six months. I thought..."
Six months, huh. Sure didn't feel that long.
"Whatever. And I get to drive."
---
"So, want to tell me what you've been up to?" Sam tried to say casually, salting the doorway. And to think, salt didn't really bother him before. Guess it was just the implications of what he really was now.
"Little traveling here, little research here, fucking the town's gay quarterback." Oh, how the vampire relished the tensing in Sam's shoulders. The wariness, surprise... and increased heartbeat. Hmm.
"Okay, now you're just messing with me."
"Mm, maybe." He started to circle around Sam, hunting. The human side made one more pathetic plea before his hunger took over. "Maybe not. What have you been doing, little Sammy?"
"Sam," he corrected, automatically. He looked so silly, with the bag of salt in his hands, with the budding realization that maybe he was too late with the salting. "It's Sam."
"Been hunting, Sammy?" Fuck, he was hungry. "You know, you left me alone back there. Left me for dead."
Sam's stance changed, arm reaching for a weapon. Probably a gun, behind his back. Casually, Dean grabbed his wrist. There was one last peep of But he's your brother from the human side before it was overwhelmed by blood hunger.
"Fuck, Sammy," he breathed, coming in to nuzzle his neck. "You know, my car's in very good shape. Not even a scratch." He knocked the bag out of Sam's other hand, and snagged the other wrist. "You deserve something for that.
"Dean..."
"Do you know your heart rate changes when you're horny?" he murmured. "Do you know your scent changes? I didn't know you wanted to fuck your big brother, Sammy." He licked Sam's neck, taking delight in the way he shuddered under Dean's tongue.
"What...?"
"Kate's been a very bad girl." Dean tightened his grip on Sam's arms, smiling at the pained groan. "It pissed her off to see her prey taken away from her."
Sam looked down at Dean, finally getting it. "Those deaths..."
He laughed, and kissed Sam deeply. Of course, Sam bit down hard on anything in reach. Not enough to draw blood, though. Human teeth just weren't capable of drawing vampire blood. Oh, but the pain, enough for him to lose control on any bit of humanity.
"I'm going to fuck you," Dean told him seriously. "I'm going to chain your hands apart, fuck you, and suck you. And you're going to love it, Sammy."
Sam's eyes flicked to the weapon's bag, where a machete lay inside.
"Vampires without a flock go insane, Sam," Dean whispered, kissing down his neck. "Social creatures. Six months was enough, don't you think?"
Sam pulled weakly at Dean's grasp. "You don't want to do this, Dean."
"I don't? I've gone six months without another... fucking... vampire around. Around humans, trying to hunt down you. Are you really going to behead your brother that easily?"
Sam's response was cut off as Dean bit down, gently, just enough to feel the pulse under his lips speed up.
"Besides," Dean said huskily, licking Sam's neck, "I always wondered how your fat cock would feel inside me."
Another groan, more aroused than pained this time.
"Will you be a good boy if I let your arms go so I can suck your dick?"
"Blood," Sam managed to gasp out, somehow still thinking.
"No, Sam," Dean chuckled, and bit down again. "Not there. Besides, do you know what blood and semen tastes like? It's gross."
"You're going to kill me," Sam whispered, hips trying to rub up against him.
Sorrow hit him, a merging of human and vampire. "No," he whispered back. "You're my baby brother, and I have to take care of you. I won't... I won't kill you."
"But you'd commit incest?"
"Sammy, becoming a vampire doesn't mean you're evil." Dean thrust back, wanting more. "It just means you have a distinct lack of morals. We're Winchesters. Morals were left at the gate."
"Dean..."
"Fuck me, Sammy. Fuck me, and I'll show you something better."
"Dad."
"Won't know. He barely pays attention to us anyway."
Sam looked down at Dean, swallowing. The sight of his throat moving caused Dean to groan, hips snapping forward sharply. "I should kill you."
"I know." Taking a risk, Dean let go of one arm to pop open the button to Sam's jeans. "You won't."
"God, no," Sam finally said, downstairs brain taking over completely.
The weapons bag was kicked across the room as they stumbled over to the bed. Dean made extra sure it went the opposite direction of the bed as Sam's hands plunged down into his jeans, warm hands cupping his cock. He kept from biting into Sam as he stroked Dean to full hardness, as he shoved Dean onto the bed and took him, human claiming the vampire body. Dean couldn't hold out any further, though, and sank fangs into Sam's neck as he came, the duel pleasure of orgasm and blood shutting down his brain completely.
It was morning before Dean finally stirred, sleepily realizing he was splattered in drying blood and semen, as well as the sun shining right in his fucking eyes ow. He shoved the body off of him, tottering unsteadily to the bathroom. What on Earth happened last night? Whatever it was, oh man, it was good.
Shower. He was way too sticky, and the blood was definitely from a dead man. Not good. Well, at least he didn't overeat this time. That must have been some good sex, if it knocked him out that...
Dean froze, hand on the hot water knob.
Slowly, he turned around, looking into the room that stank of dead blood, sex, and a too familiar scent. He turned back around, looking into dead eyes, familiar eyes, Sammy's eyes.
Sammy.
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest (Dean/Sam), vampires, lots of death
Spoilers: Dead Man's Blood
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Becoming a vampire didn't mean you just instantly became evil, as Dean quickly had to learn. There was actually a whole mental process, the ways you learned as a human messing with new vampire instincts.
Edit About warnings.
Instinct
By Spinny Roses
When Dean woke up, it was with a headache that pounded down his face to center in his upper jaw and a horrible sunburn. The headache could possibly be explained; he was in the middle of the woods and had slept the day away on a rock. The sunburn, not so much.
Eesh, but he was hungry. Reflexively, he ran a hand through his hair as he checked his teeth for fuzz or fungus.
Hair, needed work. Teeth... surprisingly clean. There was a strange taste to them, but no plaque. Huh. Well, he'd just get back to the motel and shower. Before letting Sam know that he had no fucking idea what happened.
What had happened, anyway? Things were a little fuzzy. Dean distinctly remembered a girl, though. And a guy. Her boyfriend? Maybe he was in a fight and got blindsided. Could happen. Maybe. If the stars were in the right alignment, there was a total solar eclipse, and Sam got laid.
Motherfucking Hell, though, he was starving. He'd have to track down someone willing to give a poor, scruffy boy a treat. Older ladies tended to be nicer about that... and were pretty cool about the flirting. He felt like scrubbing his skin off after, but hey, got him food.
---
"Hey, are you okay?"
Dean carefully looked up, trying to keep from moving too fast. The headache only had gotten worse, and Missy's famous hamburgers, which had been delicious the other night, were doing their impression of a lead brick.
"Yeah," he managed. "Must have come down with something." There was no damn way he was making it back to the motel. He'd pass out and never hear the end of it from Sam. If the teasing didn't make him want to kill him, the hovering would.
...whoa, where did that come from?
"You need something to drink?" Missy asked, carelessly popping her gum. As if it wasn't her fault if a customer got sick in the middle of her establishment.
Dean shook his head, trying to clear out the weird thoughts. "Hey, do you have a place I can lay down? Just for a little bit?" He smiled at her, the hint of a leer at the end of it. Missy was smelling really... really good.
"Sure, sugar. We got a cot in the back." She didn't miss the leer, and her hips swayed ever so slightly towards him.
Dean barely made it to the back room when Missy grabbed his crotch, trying out a smile that was suppose to be sexy and ended up just strange. It didn't matter much to Dean, though. Missy had something he wanted. Something he needed, now. He could taste it along her skin, beating against her lips. The scent of it rose from under its prison, tempting him. Tempting him to pierce the barrier, letting it spill free.
Well, Dean was never one to pass up a temptation that good. He bore down, biting deeply into her neck. Warmth splashed over his tongue and down his throat, the heat spreading over his skin and easing the headache. The more he drank, the better it got. It was the best high, the best food, better than sex...
When he dropped Missy, she was dead.
And he seriously had to throw up.
Well of course, came a new, calm and rational side. You took too much. It's like a human eating one of those Super Size meals. You can't eat that much in one setting.
Dean stumbled over to the sink, barely paying attention to what that side was saying. The hamburger wasn't mixing well with his new food and OH SHIT here it comes. It wasn't until he was looking down at blood-splattered bits of bile, bread, and meat that he realized what he had done, what he was thinking.
"...fuck."
---
When Dean got back to the motel, he was in for the shock of his life... death... whatever.
"Oh." The guy barely looked up from his homework. "Left something behind?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
A very heavy eyeroll. Dean was surprised his eyes didn't drop out of his skull. "Dude, the other guy dropped off the keys like... a week ago. What, have a lover's spat?"
The fact they were mistaken for a gay couple, again, didn't bother him as much as the fact that Sam was gone, and that it had been a week.
One for the road, the new vampire side coaxed. You can't travel without snacks.
Dean's entire body rebelled at the thought, holding desperately onto human thoughts. This wasn't a snack he could feed from every few days. This annoying piece of shit was a human being. He would... not... crack!
"If you break the counter, you're gonna pay for it."
---
Vampires without a flock slowly went mad. Caught between a dying human side and a sadistic vampire side, they had no anchor to either, no anchor to pull them free of the maelstrom.
The vampire that made Dean was well aware of this. He grabbed Dean right off the streets one day, watching his face turn from fierce human anger to realization to a mix of yearning/confusion/hatred.
"You!"
"Winchester," he jeered back. "Don't think we didn't know who you were? My, but you make a fucking beautiful vampire."
Dean stepped back, as if afraid he would touch him.
"Don't flatter yourself, Winchester. By the way, if you see Kate, tell her to either settle her fucking ass down or make sure we know if she's going to be marching through our territory on her mission."
"What..?"
The vampire sighed, irritated. "You think this was about you? You and your family's urge to help the humans? No, watching you be without a flock is a bonus. Messing Kate up was the reason." He flicked his fingers, bored. "Go see if you can find your brother. Turn him, get a flock that way. Otherwise, get out of my face before I put your head on the mantle."
---
Becoming a vampire didn't mean you just instantly became evil, as Dean quickly had to learn. There was actually a whole mental process, the ways you learned as a human messing with new vampire instincts. What it did mean, however, was that there were a serious lack of morals. Well, okay, that was nothing new. But the complete lack of self-restraint was new.
For instance, when Dean finally figured out how not to eat so much he got sick, he had no problem seducing some strange, ugly girl into his bed when he should be looking for Sam.
Not only that, but following the Winchester trail (it was surprisingly easy. Look for the sudden deaths of supernatural beings) lead him into several Bumfuck, Nowhere towns, each with their own special "I'm a virgin to my parents and a slut to my friends" girl and heavily closeted football player. Easy, easy prey.
When he fucked and sucked one of the gay men in one of the towns, he found that even his waning human side was completely silent. It stayed quiet even as he got off the tall, lanky body and wistfully toyed with the floppy, almost geeky hair.
---
He wasn't really sure which Winchester he was following, though. Both Sammy and John were pretty good at hunting. Though, their father tended to focus solely on The Demon, so it was a pretty good bet that he was following Sam's trail.
Finally, Sam doubled back, staying near a town he had already saved. Dean had drawn a girl out of the crowd, pretty this time. She didn't smell already of blood and sex, a smell Dean was starting to associate with the menstrual cycle, though she was old enough to start hers. Probably an athlete, he decided, as he drew her aside. Girls that didn't have their menstrual cycle tasted the best.
Dean had started to bite down when he caught a very familiar, very welcome whiff of Sam, Sammy. He actually pushed the girl away, frantically searching the crowd. Sam wasn't supposed to be hard to find, tall geek bastard. He could smell him, damn it, like he was right next to him...
The girl pawed at him, whining. Pushing at him, wanting him to finish. Disgusted, Dean grabbed her savagely, draining her dry.
He spent the next few hours attached to a toilet, berating himself for eating too much and not going through with finding his baby brother.
---
Dean!"
Surprised, Dean pulled back from his flirting. The meal would just have to wait, because if that scent is right, that sound, Sam...
Said brother was looking down at him, eyes wide and relieved. "Dean! Oh man, where have you been?" He lowered himself gracefully onto a chair, ignoring the waitress. "Hey, Dean, yo? You with us?"
Dean just flashed a lazy, fangless smile at Sam. "I'm just fine, Sammy." The extra punch to Sammy caused Sam to wince slightly, the motion sending thrills of happiness and wrongness through Dean's body.
"What do you want?" the waitress bit off, rolling her eyes as she pulled out her notepad.
"Um... coffee, steak and eggs." The girl had barely turned her back when Sam continued. "Dean... you didn't even send a note letting me know where the fuck you were. I..." Sam moved his mouth soundlessly for a few minutes, a rather beautiful one, Dean mused, filled with blood.
"And you left without waiting for me," Dean shot back, distracted.
"Dean, this is serious! Stop looking at the waitress's tits for just one second and listen."
Huh, and he thought it was the sound of blood pumping through Sam's body that had distracted him.
Sam just looked at him, thoughts in his face that he couldn't put words to. "Dean," he finally whispered, reaching out.
Okay, now, that? Not cool. The last spark of human inside him reared up, screaming in his ear at that. Wrong! it shrieked, gripping him tightly. This is wrong! Dean tipped over the chair as he stood, hurriedly stepping back. "Don't touch me."
The hurt that invaded Sam's eyes twisted his chest, and he couldn't say which part of him it was.
"Dean, what happened to you?" Sam's eyes darted over him, looking for something. It lingered in certain places, neck, arms, hips... without heat. With only worry and hurt. "How did you get...?"
Dean's hand flew to his neck, pretty certain it was clean of any lingering scars from the vampire bite so long ago. How long, anyway? The time blurred in his head.
Slowly, Sam stood, moving towards him as if the being in front of him was a wild animal instead of his brother. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered, not touching him. "Let's just go outside, okay? Let's talk outside."
What in fuck's name was Sam being so cautious about, anyway? With a mournful thought, he said goodbye to Paulina, their beautiful, blood-filled waitress, and followed his brother outside.
"Do you have a place to stay?" Sam said, hesitantly. "Sorry, I took the car, but..."
"Sam, if there is even one scratch on that car, I am going to kill you."
Sam was actually startled into laughter at that. Dean was perfectly serious, though. One damn scratch and Dean was going to pin that giant body down and drink to almost bursting.
The laughter stopped as quickly as it started, and the weird tension was back. The caution that Sam was treating Dean with. What in the fucking world was Sam doing? "So, Sammy, are we going to stand here all day, or did you actually have enough money for a motel?"
Sam winced, and a small piece of the puzzle appeared. "I... that is..."
"Because I'm exhausted," Dean continued on, knowing it was the vampire taking delight in his pain. "I've been working all day."
Sam was horrified.
He couldn't keep it up. Dean laughed, turning his head away in case his fangs were visible. "Dude, I've been walking all day since I didn't have my car. Where was your pervy mind going?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean noticed Sam's hands coming in to grab him. Probably to shake him, tell him how not funny it was. That he was really worried, and that it wasn't funny. Dean could argue about the "not funny" part, but he really, really didn't want Sam touching him.
Sam was quickly grabbing for empty air. His hands slowly lowered to his sides, eyes dancing over Dean's face. "Dean... that isn't all of it. Why the fuck don't you want me to touch you?"
'Because you kill things like me' came to mind. 'Because I'm really hungry and you look tasty.' And Dean's favorite, 'Because I'm hungry and horny and I don't care who it's with.'
None of which the human would let him say.
Instead, what came out was "Look, dude, all sex I've had since you left has been consensual. I just don't want your grubby paws on my jacket."
Sam actually looked embarrassed. "Fine, fine. Yes, there's a motel. Jesus, Dean. It's been six months. I thought..."
Six months, huh. Sure didn't feel that long.
"Whatever. And I get to drive."
---
"So, want to tell me what you've been up to?" Sam tried to say casually, salting the doorway. And to think, salt didn't really bother him before. Guess it was just the implications of what he really was now.
"Little traveling here, little research here, fucking the town's gay quarterback." Oh, how the vampire relished the tensing in Sam's shoulders. The wariness, surprise... and increased heartbeat. Hmm.
"Okay, now you're just messing with me."
"Mm, maybe." He started to circle around Sam, hunting. The human side made one more pathetic plea before his hunger took over. "Maybe not. What have you been doing, little Sammy?"
"Sam," he corrected, automatically. He looked so silly, with the bag of salt in his hands, with the budding realization that maybe he was too late with the salting. "It's Sam."
"Been hunting, Sammy?" Fuck, he was hungry. "You know, you left me alone back there. Left me for dead."
Sam's stance changed, arm reaching for a weapon. Probably a gun, behind his back. Casually, Dean grabbed his wrist. There was one last peep of But he's your brother from the human side before it was overwhelmed by blood hunger.
"Fuck, Sammy," he breathed, coming in to nuzzle his neck. "You know, my car's in very good shape. Not even a scratch." He knocked the bag out of Sam's other hand, and snagged the other wrist. "You deserve something for that.
"Dean..."
"Do you know your heart rate changes when you're horny?" he murmured. "Do you know your scent changes? I didn't know you wanted to fuck your big brother, Sammy." He licked Sam's neck, taking delight in the way he shuddered under Dean's tongue.
"What...?"
"Kate's been a very bad girl." Dean tightened his grip on Sam's arms, smiling at the pained groan. "It pissed her off to see her prey taken away from her."
Sam looked down at Dean, finally getting it. "Those deaths..."
He laughed, and kissed Sam deeply. Of course, Sam bit down hard on anything in reach. Not enough to draw blood, though. Human teeth just weren't capable of drawing vampire blood. Oh, but the pain, enough for him to lose control on any bit of humanity.
"I'm going to fuck you," Dean told him seriously. "I'm going to chain your hands apart, fuck you, and suck you. And you're going to love it, Sammy."
Sam's eyes flicked to the weapon's bag, where a machete lay inside.
"Vampires without a flock go insane, Sam," Dean whispered, kissing down his neck. "Social creatures. Six months was enough, don't you think?"
Sam pulled weakly at Dean's grasp. "You don't want to do this, Dean."
"I don't? I've gone six months without another... fucking... vampire around. Around humans, trying to hunt down you. Are you really going to behead your brother that easily?"
Sam's response was cut off as Dean bit down, gently, just enough to feel the pulse under his lips speed up.
"Besides," Dean said huskily, licking Sam's neck, "I always wondered how your fat cock would feel inside me."
Another groan, more aroused than pained this time.
"Will you be a good boy if I let your arms go so I can suck your dick?"
"Blood," Sam managed to gasp out, somehow still thinking.
"No, Sam," Dean chuckled, and bit down again. "Not there. Besides, do you know what blood and semen tastes like? It's gross."
"You're going to kill me," Sam whispered, hips trying to rub up against him.
Sorrow hit him, a merging of human and vampire. "No," he whispered back. "You're my baby brother, and I have to take care of you. I won't... I won't kill you."
"But you'd commit incest?"
"Sammy, becoming a vampire doesn't mean you're evil." Dean thrust back, wanting more. "It just means you have a distinct lack of morals. We're Winchesters. Morals were left at the gate."
"Dean..."
"Fuck me, Sammy. Fuck me, and I'll show you something better."
"Dad."
"Won't know. He barely pays attention to us anyway."
Sam looked down at Dean, swallowing. The sight of his throat moving caused Dean to groan, hips snapping forward sharply. "I should kill you."
"I know." Taking a risk, Dean let go of one arm to pop open the button to Sam's jeans. "You won't."
"God, no," Sam finally said, downstairs brain taking over completely.
The weapons bag was kicked across the room as they stumbled over to the bed. Dean made extra sure it went the opposite direction of the bed as Sam's hands plunged down into his jeans, warm hands cupping his cock. He kept from biting into Sam as he stroked Dean to full hardness, as he shoved Dean onto the bed and took him, human claiming the vampire body. Dean couldn't hold out any further, though, and sank fangs into Sam's neck as he came, the duel pleasure of orgasm and blood shutting down his brain completely.
It was morning before Dean finally stirred, sleepily realizing he was splattered in drying blood and semen, as well as the sun shining right in his fucking eyes ow. He shoved the body off of him, tottering unsteadily to the bathroom. What on Earth happened last night? Whatever it was, oh man, it was good.
Shower. He was way too sticky, and the blood was definitely from a dead man. Not good. Well, at least he didn't overeat this time. That must have been some good sex, if it knocked him out that...
Dean froze, hand on the hot water knob.
Slowly, he turned around, looking into the room that stank of dead blood, sex, and a too familiar scent. He turned back around, looking into dead eyes, familiar eyes, Sammy's eyes.
Sammy.