Craving

Rolling Sam over onto his back, he cupped his chin. The look in his eyes and the trembling of his lips had Dean pulling him into his arms. "Tell me… or don't... but you gotta get out of these," he insisted, peeling the jacket off and cursing as the wet materials stuck. He started on Sam's shirt, unbuttoning it, trying not to make any judgments about what might have happened.

Sam didn't say anything for a while, just looked at Dean, watching him. "What are they? The Native Americans on the res? And why don't you ever go on their land?" Sam asked him, jaw clenched even as he trembled. "Why did you stand me up, Dean? You wouldn't go there, even for me?" Sam asked, his voice softer, hurt.

Dean stilled at the tone of Sam's voice. Their gazes locked and he didn't know why, but he felt tears stinging his own eyes. "I'd go anywhere for you Sam, do anything for you. Except go there." He took that back, shaking his head. "No. If... If I'd known you were in any danger, I'd have gone there. I would have come after you. I swear."

He licked his lips. "Please take your pants off... we can talk after you've warmed up."

Sam shook his head slowly, "You didn't tell me why. Didn't tell me what they were. And don't lie, I know they're something. I saw it, tonight. After I kicked one in the nuts to get his tongue out from down my throat," Sam said, voice flat.

Dean's fingers wrapped around Sam's arms until he realized he might be hurting him. Unclenching his fingers, he bent down and unbuttoned and unzipped Sam's jeans himself. "I never lie to you, well maybe once, before you knew what I am. There are some werewolves on the res." His gaze met Sam’s and he wondered if the hunter remembered his 'sleeping with the dogs' comment. "One on one, a vampire can tear a werewolf apart. But they hunt in packs." Grabbing the wet material, he pulled it off Sam's legs, rising and heading inside to turn on the shower. "Sonovabitch... you don't have a shower?"

Turning the bath on, he strode back. Trying not to look, he dragged Sam's boxer's off and pulled some blankets up over his body. Sitting close, he pulled him into his arms again. "There's a treaty between the Cullens and the wolves. We don't go on their lands, we don't bite anyone... and there is no war between us. We do any of those things, we get war and that means we can’t stay here. No big mystery, Sam. Now… who forced their tongue down your throat because I'm gonna..." he didn't complete that thought, trying to fight off the blood lust welling up within him. The fact that he'd notices scratches and sand burns on Sam's cheeks and neck weren't helping. By the time the night was out, someone was going to pay for hurting Sam.

Sam closed his eyes, shook his head. "You aren't going to do anything, Dean. It was a werewolf. I'll take care of it. Remember? It's what I do. If I need help... I'll call my dad." After a minute Sam snorted, "Fucker tried to drown me first, saying I stank of you. Kept telling me I was his."

"His name. What's his name," Dean hefted Sam up in his arms, carrying him sideways as if he weighed nothing.

Sam clenched his jaw shut, shook his head. "No, Dean. There's a treaty, remember? I'm not gonna let you put yourself in danger. I'm okay. I got away and I'm home." He ran a hand down his face, glancing down. "What the hell is it tonight? Supernatural things carrying me around!?" he huffed, shaking his head. "Could only happen to me," he muttered half to himself.

Feeling the water, Dean practically dumped him into the tub. "Let me get this straight. I can rip trees out of the ground, take a lighting bolt in the chest, survive fire... and you think I'd be in more danger than you from a fucking werewolf?" His volume grew as he got angrier. "Listen to me, there isn't just one werewolf, it's a pack. You can't face a pack, I don't care if you're John Winchester or ten of him, you can't."

In contrast to his angry words, he gently sponged the sand off Sam's face, taking care not to press hard where the scratches marred his cheek. The only reason the scent of Sam's blood wasn't getting to him as much as it otherwise would was that Dean's mind was obsessing over something else at the moment. "It's not Jacob, or Sam Uley... I know those two, so who the fuck is it."

Sam quirked a brow at him, "Obviously, you've never met my father, or even heard of him," Sam nodded, "Because yeah, he could. Trust me. I know. And secondly, I'm not as inept as you think I am. And third, if I told you, what are you gonna do? Go start a war? Put your family in danger?" Sam shook his head, "No way. I promised your dad I would never do anything that would put them in danger, even if that means not telling you who did this to me."

"I did not say you're inept, just ... human. If you could have killed him, don't tell me you wouldn't have. He hurt you. That girl, it's her brother, isn't it," Dean nodded. He'd get the name, with or without Sam's cooperation. His eyes flashed black, and his teeth started to ache. "I'll call you in the morning," he said, walking backwards the two steps it took him to reach the door. "Close your window tonight."

"What!?" Sam turned around in the tub, reached out and grabbed hold of Dean's jacket, "No! Don't go! You can't leave!" Sam told him, eyes wide. "I need you here. With me." Still holding onto Dean's jacket, Sam climbed out of the tub, stepping over to him, standing toe to toe with him. "Stay with me," Sam asked him, softly, hazel gazing into Dean's black eyes, "please."

"Sam," he tilted his head to the side. "I'll come back." Pulling a towel off the rack, he held it out, "I'll be back, I swear. Just... go to bed and rest. I... you know how it is with me. Cat," he tried to inject some humor into a very dark situation.

Sam shook his head. "No. Cat's gonna have to stay here. Please." he stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Dean, "I don't want you to leave. Not tonight. Not now." Sam told him, "And I'm not afraid of you. We'll be fine."

Dean opened his mouth to protest. To ask if this was some trick to keep him from that bastard who'd ... A part of him really believed it was, but another part of him felt guilty as hell. He'd abandoned Sam. He hadn't even taken his calls, thinking that if he said he couldn't go to La Push, then Sam would miss out on his fun. This was partly his fault.

Letting out a deep breath, he wrapped his arms around Sam's steaming body. "Alright. I'm gonna stay. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm real sorry, Sam" he said, stroking the taller boy's hair as he walked him into the room.

Sam let Dean lead him from the bathroom back into his room, sitting on the bed when they reached it. Sam grinned up at Dean, "I drank a whole bottle of Jack." he told him before shaking his head chuckling. "Wow am I gonna pay for that tomorrow. I'm kind of a light weight when it comes to drinking." Sam's smile fell, "That was the only reason I didn't stab Trevor, by the way. I couldn't seem to make my ankle get close enough to my hand at the time." He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

Trevor. Dean's eyes flashed. It took every bit of his control to stop himself from launching out that window and going after the werewolf right then. Having learned where Sam's clothes were, he grabbed a pair of boxers from the drawer, and once Sam had them on, waited for him to get a tee shirt on. That was when he saw more marks on Sam. His back was scraped by sand. "Sonova." Snapping his eyes closed for a minute, he strode to the bed and sat down.

"Let me go and come back, Sam," he whispered, not looking at him.

Sam pulled his tee over his head and looked at Dean, "No." he reached over and laid his hand on Dean's. "I thought we had this settled? What's the matter?"

"Where the fuck should I start?" Impatient, and knowing he wasn't gonna win this argument, he simply pulled Sam into his arms, and tugged the blanket over them. "I can smell your blood, I can practically taste it... and the only reason I can stand it right now, the only reason you're not bleeding in my arms because of me is there's someone else I want to tear the fuck apart." Feeling Sam's large body practically covering him, he had the suspicion it was Sam's way of trapping him, making sure he didn't leave once Sam fell asleep. Sighing, he closed his arms around Sam, holding him painfully close.

Distributing his body weight, the way his father had taught him to hold someone down, Sam lowered his head innocently to the pillow as though this wasn't a way to keep tabs on Dean. Sure he might be stronger, but Sam was a light sleeper, he'd know if Dean tried to move him.

Sam sighed softly, closing his eyes. "You're cute when you’re mad," Sam teased him, smiling softly. Before Dean could get irate that Sam was actually making jokes, he moved his head forward, placing a soft quick kiss on Dean's lips. "Shshsh, I love you. Relax."

Stiff as cardboard, Dean was anything but relaxed. He didn't kiss Sam back, didn't answer, he just stared at the window, trying not to breath. Hoping, hoping he could fight the urges, hoping he wouldn't let Sam down. Hoping Sam's trust wasn't misplaced.

* * *

It wasn't long before Sam was fast asleep. Hours ticked by and Sam barely moved, just the even rise and fall of his chest, until he suddenly started to squirm on Dean, muttering incoherently in his sleep.

Sam rolled away from him then, onto his back, head thrashing on the pillow, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. "No.... no... stop..." Sam head thrashed more legs moving under the blankets. A deep frown graced his face, before he bit his lip, head shaking, 'no'.

"Sam." Dean tried to hold him still and was kicked in the stomach. If Sam got a bruise on his barefoot... "Sam?" He tried again, to wake him, eyebrows furrowed with worry as he heard Sam's demands to stop. "It's a dream, a nightmare," Dean pulled him tight into his embrace, this time not allowing Sam to move or hurt himself. "Wake up Sammy, I'm here... I'm here this time," the words were bitter in his throat. "I'll always be here when you need me, please Sam. Sam?"

Sam's face contorted into a look of pain. His breaths came quicker, faster, harsh, like he was running, afraid. Suddenly Sam jerked awake and would have sat up if it weren't for the force holding him, eyes wide, a scream tore from his lips. He lay there a moment, breathing hard, as he stared up at Dean, blinking, before he swallowed and closed his eyes again, turning his face away. "Sorry," he said softly.

"You shouldn't be sorry." Dean stopped crushing him so tightly, instead cradling him now. "You have nothing to be sorry about." He listened for Sam's aunt, but all was quiet. Pushing Sam's hair back, he brushed his lips lightly across his forehead. "Do you want me to get you something?"

Sam shook his head, slowly looking over at Dean. "Those are the kind of dreams I have when they aren't about you."

"Werewolf dreams." Dean didn't press, not this time.

Sam quirked a brow, slowly his lips curled into a small perplexed smile before he chuckled and shook his head, "No. I wish they were werewolf dreams actually. It'd be easier. No, my dreams are much worse." He licked his lips, hazel eyes searching Dean's face. "You thought I was having a nightmare about earlier?" he quirked a brow. "Dude, I've been mauled worse than that on a good hunt."

"Sam, you are not to go hunting anymore. Or drinking. Or driving, or fucking swimming," the list grew. "Jesus." He knew he was being unreasonable. "Just say ‘yes’, just say it for now, dammit." He blew out a breath.

Sam smiled at him, a warmth rushing over him at Dean's worry, his concern, his caring. "You're cute when you're all," Sam shook his head, brows furrowing, as he searched for the right word, "protective, too."

"You haven't seen me protective, not yet." There was steel beneath Dean's words. If he'd been there... to hell with the treaty, there would have been one less dirty werewolf in the world. "And I'm not 'cute.' Cute is for fluffy things... not vampires. Don't look at me like that, it's true," he said gruffly.

Sam didn't argue, only chuckled softly, "As for your list of things Sam can't do. Fine. Right this very second I won't hunt, drive, swim, or drink. Promise."

Running his hand over the contours of Sam's face, Dean nodded. "I could have lost you in so many ways last night. No parties. Add that to the list." He was quiet for a moment. "I don't know what I would do, now that I’ve found you... I don't know how I'd exist without you in the world. I don't think I could. I understand Romeo now. I know why he killed himself."

Sam smiled softly, raising a hand to cup Dean's cheek, before letting it fall to his shoulder. His smile fell away as he thought of the next hunt, the next time his dad made him go off with him somewhere. He licked his lips as he looked at Dean, "You would be fine. Just like you were before. You know my life... what's expected of me... and I told you that one day, it would probably be what killed me." He sighed softly, "Just enjoy now. A hunter never knows how many tomorrows he has left anyway."

Dean flinched away. "Don't you fucking say that... don't you mean it." He pulled completely away, and started to get out of bed. "You said hunting isn't your life. And now you're..."

Sam reached for Dean, grabbing his shirt. "Dean... it's not what I want to do. You know that, but I told you that it's expected of me and why. Believe me, I don't plan on dying tomorrow." he shrugged, "I'm just being realistic. One day my dad is going to walk through that door and no matter how much I bitch and moan and beg him to let me stay here, he's going to make me go with him, to hunt. To kill that thing that killed my mother, along with every other evil thing out there until we do. You know that."

"So your dad tells you to get up, and you'll just leave me. Just like that." He looked down at the hand grabbing his clothes. "I know what your friends tell you... the Cullens use people. I'm not using you Sam, you're using me. Until you have some other place to be, right? I'm your vampire boyfriend until your dad gets here and then, that's it." Shaking his hand off, he walked to the window, staring out unseeing.

Sam threw back the covers and swung his legs off the bed, pulling to his feet. Angry steps took him over to Dean quickly as he grabbed Dean's arm, tugging him around. "NO! I am NOT using you! I fucking told you I love you! I have never said that to anyone before other than my friggin' father! I'm telling you how he is and if I can't make him see reason, can't make him understand that I am in love and I want to be here, that if he makes me go, and I fucking die somewhere in some dark deserted place in the middle of fucking nowhere, that you'll be okay! THATS what I'm telling you!"

In one fluid movement, Sam was pressed up against Dean, his mouth covering Dean's, his tongue delving between Dean's lips as he kissed him hard and wrapped his arms around him.

Dean's angry retort was muffled by Sam's mouth on his. Sam should know better, but Sam clearly had a fucking death wish, moving suddenly, kissing him like this when they were in the heat of an argument. Somehow, Dean found himself kissing Sam back, hard... pushing him toward the bed one step at a time. "You're almost eighteen, you can say 'no,'" he said, between kissing, and hard gropes. "And I won't be okay, I won't..." he pushed Sam down on the bed and felt him grip his clothes, trying to pull him down.

Sam lay back on the bed, looking up at Dean, fingers tangled in Dean's clothes, eyes pleading as he breathed heavily. He nodded, "I'll tell him. Make him understand. Help me." Sam tugged on Dean's clothes harder, as he bit his lip.

Indecision warred in his eyes. He shouldn't, he really shouldn't, but talk of losing Sam... of having to deal with that sort of loss had him needing Sam's touch. Looking around, he grabbed the blanket and tossed it over Sam, before laying down over it... on top of Sam.

Sam moaned softly, as he wrapped his arms around Dean, his lips finding Dean's again in another hard kiss. "Don't leave me.... Don't ever stand me up again... Stop worrying so much.... Touch me." Sam told him between kisses as his hands roamed over Dean's back, fingers threading through his hair, then moving back down again, finally cupping Dean's ass and pressing Dean down against him, as Sam thrust his hips upward.

Dean groaned as their groins rubbed together. Just like in his daydream, only they weren't skin to skin. "Sam no," he reached back and broke Sam's hold, pushing his hands back down on the bed. Their eyes met and clashed. He relented... God help him against his better judgment... he relented. "Put your hands under the blanket," he demanded. "We'll try this... not promising anything Sam," he made it clear before he lowered his hips again and started to grind against Sam.

Heat flooded Dean’s system. His cock surged, pulsing and aching as he became fully aroused with just a few thrusts. He took a breath, then moved his mouth over Sam's, kissing him slowly, afraid to make any sudden moves, but unable to stop.

Sam was already turned on, aroused as soon as Dean was on him, the thrusting only intensified it, made him ache for more. He pushed back against Dean slowly, biting his lip at first, and then Dean's mouth covered his. Kissing him slow, teasing him. Sam thrust his hips harder against Dean’s as he kissed him, his hands running over as much of Dean as they could through the blanket.

"Can't... get... enough... wanna touch you...more." Sam panted out the words between one kiss and another, finally pulling his hands out from under the blanket with a growl deep in his throat, running his hands over Dean's back slowly. "You won't hurt me."

"Dammit, Sam." He was doing everything he could to prevent himself from being over stimulated, and Sam was working against him. The hell with it, he wasn't gonna make Sam stop touching him... he'd only fight him on it again. "Alright... trying it your way. Slowly." He said slow, but when he slanted his mouth over Sam’s, he was anything but slow or gentle. He kissed him fiercely, devouring him, sliding his tongue inside his mouth and battling Sam's, feeling him from the inside to his heart's content. No holds barred... none.

Other needs built inside him. He started to grind his hips again, sharply aware of Sam's arousal pressing into him and of Sam's movements under him, trying to get some friction going between them. "Yeah... oh yeah," he groaned, moving a little harder. Praying he wouldn't lose control, that he wouldn't use too much of his strength, even when the blood was pounding in his temples and every fiber of his body was screaming for him to take Sam in every sense of the word.

Sam thrust hard against Dean, hands running over his back, fingertip digging in as he arched his back, bit his lip. "Don't stop. Oh God.." Sam panted out the words, thrust hard rhythmically against Dean, trying to get the friction he needed, wanted, craved through the blanket. He watched Dean through passion heavy eyes, raised his head up and captured Dean's mouth with his own, moaning into the kiss.

"Dean..." Sam hissed in a breath, neck arching back as his hips moved faster, fingertips dug into Dean's back through the cotton of his tee.

Even through the blanket, Dean could feel every contour of Sam's body surging, pressing into him, seeking him out... just like he was pushing back, waves of blinding heat striking him each time he moved and met Sam half way. He knew he should slow down, that he'd started to spiral out of control, that the reason his mouth kept moving over the strong pulse at the base of Sam's throat was more than sexual excitement... he tried, Dean fucking tried. "Sam... don't move so much... Sam..."

But it was useless, they were both too far gone. The fingers digging into his back, the sounds Sam made, his demands drove Dean on. The sound of the bed hitting the wall clued him in to how hard he was fucking into Sam. "Oh God, Sam, are you alright?" Only that sharp fear had him lifting his body up, "am I hurting..."

Sam's lips parted as he panted out his breaths, lifting his hips to meet every one of Dean's thrusts. He heard the bed hitting the wall, but he didn't care, let his great aunt hear, maybe then she wouldn't try to fix him up with every Tom, Dick and Harry. Maybe she'd understand he'd already found someone.

Sam's grip tightened on Dean, is eyes widening momentarily in panic that Dean was actually pulling away. His head lowered as he gasped in a breath, bit his lip, watched Dean's face again, straining against him. "What!? No! No! Don't stop! Holy hell, Dean. Don't fucking stop!" Sam nearly yelled in response.

"Not stopping," Dean's voice was strained. He was holding himself up, easing the pressure he'd been placing on Sam, bearing more of his own weight now. He was trying so fucking hard not to use the full force of his strength to find the release that was building inside him, coiling low in his stomach. One of them had to be careful, and since he was the one in danger of losing it... he was the one who had to maintain his control.

Once he knew that Dean wasn't ending this, wasn't leaving them both wanting, Sam released his death grip a little, closing his eyes as he sucked in a ragged breath. "Would be.... much....easier....without all the.... fucking layers!" Sam told him, voice rising as he felt his orgasm approaching, heat coiling low in his stomach. "Dean... fuck... come with me. Fuck!" His head thrashed as he felt his balls draw up, body tensing. His neck arched as he squeezed his eyes tightly closed, grit his teeth, a growl leaving him, and then he was coming. His head lifting up off the bed, breath leaving him in a rush, before his head fell back against the bed again. His chest rose and fell fast with his panted breaths, before his body relaxed, his eyes no longer as tightly closed. Sam licked his lips, head rolling to the side as he slowly opened his eyes, looking up at Dean.

Easier for who? Dean couldn't even vocalize the question before Sam demanded he come. Watching Sam slide off the edge, thrashing and jerking under him as he came hard and wild, Dean went over with him. His back stiffened, he closed his eyes and threw his head back as Sam's name was torn from the back of his throat. A few more hard thrusts and he came as hard as Sam, only a little more quietly.

Meeting Sam's gaze, he kissed him lightly, then swept his mouth down toward that pulse that was driving him crazy. He licked the side of Sam's throat, felt his pulse leaping, surging into his tongue. He groaned. "Talk to me... about anything, distract me," he demanded, harshly, putting his whole mouth over Sam's pulse and sucking, his teeth dangerously close and aching.

Sam swallowed, gasped a breath, the feel of Dean's mouth on his neck, his pulse. It was far more exciting and a turn than it should be he was sure. "I - I don't know. What's it like?" Sam asked him, trying to form a coherent thought, "To be changed into a vampire?"

"That is NOT helping. Goddammit... talk to me," Dean demanded again, his mouth trembling against silky soft skin separating him from the sweet blood pulsing and rushing just under the surface. He flicked his tongue out, followed the lines of Sam's veins, invisible to the eye, but he could trace them by the sensation they caused under his tongue.

Just do it. the thought echoed in his mind as he tried to think of something to say to distract Dean, but came up empty. The feel of his mouth against his neck, his tongue flicking out licking his neck... And Dean expected him to be able to think coherently enough to be able to distract him? He couldn't even distract himself. The evidence of which came in the form of his twitching and pulsing cock, though he'd come only moments ago.

Sam licked his lips, "I can't..." he swallowed, "can't think..." Do it, Dean. Make me yours, I want you to do it. He bit his lip, closed his eyes, turned his head further to the side, giving Dean better access to his neck. "Just do it." The whispered words, so faint they were probably only audible to a vampire fell, from Sam's lips without thought. Feeling Dean tense, Sam licked his lips, and opened his eyes. He looked to the side, toward Dean, "I want you to. I want to be yours completely, Dean, in every way. Make it so nothing can separate us. Not werewolves, not dads, nothing. I wanna be like Alice and Jasper, Emmet and Rosalie. Mark me and make me yours," he pleaded softly, "you won't hurt me, because you love me. Please. I trust you."

As Sam said all the wrong words, Dean gripped Sam through the blanket, using his solid weight to completely trap the teen. His entire body tensed, his features hardened to granite as his eyes went inky black. Lips curling up, he bared his fangs... aching, no longer able to discern between hunger and the strong sexual undertones of his burning desire for Sam's blood, his very life. Aroused beyond the capacity of any human, it was as if he was on the brink of climaxing... The need for release rode Dean like a bitch. His razor sharp teeth started to penetrate soft flesh, the first taste of coppery tang driving all thoughts from his mind and swamping him with a terrible need that wouldn't be denied.

As Dean's teeth broke the skin of Sam's neck, Sam clung to him, lips parting in a gasp before he bit his lip. Trusting Dean to do what needed doing. Believing in him, knowing he wouldn’t go too far. Loving him enough to want to be one of the things he had once hunted. Yes...

I trust you. Sam's voice echoed in Dean’s mind. Dean couldn't explain where he found the power to break off. One minute he was as hard as a rod, grinding into Sam as he lapped the blood he craved, and the next he was slamming backwards into the table.

Eyes wide with fear, he cried out, "Sam... Sam, are you alright... Sam. I'm getting help." His eyes were still dark as he catapulted out the window to stop himself from doing more harm.

Sam jumped at the quick, unexpected movement. Eyes wide, he lay there, staring at the open window in confusion. What had happened? What was wrong? It was okay, he had asked for this, had wanted it. And then, Dean was gone, leaving Sam with a horrible ache in his chest, in his heart. What had he done to Dean?

*

By the time Carlisle arrived, Dean had punched two trees completely loose of the soil their thick roots had burrowed into over the decades. He wanted his fists to hurt, to be bloodied up, to fucking be battered, but they showed no signs of injury.

"How long has the poison been in him?" Carlisle asked.

"A few minutes, not more than four."

"Is he already in pain?"

Dean shook his head 'no,' "he never made a sound. He's calling me." He didn't need to tell Carlisle that, the other vampire could hear him, and looking up, could see him at the window.

Sam stood at the window, palms braced on the edge of the window sill, looking out. He had called to Dean, begged him to come back, told him he was sorry, but still, he had not returned.

"Stay here." Carlisle leaped up to the window, and jumped inside, his gaze immediately going to the hardly visible punctures on Sam's neck. They were barely scrapes. "You're not in pain?" he asked, very surprised to see Sam standing. "That's... odd."

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "It is?" he shook his head, "Look, I'm fine. Dean, what about Dean? Is he okay? I didn't mean to..." Sam sighed, ran a hand through his hair, "I just want to see him. Please."

"He bit... cut you with his teeth, his teeth," he mused out loud. "You're sure there no burn?" He touched Sam's shoulder. Both boys looked like they were in some sort of shock, but oddly Sam was handling it better. "There's venom in our teeth, it produces great pain and paralysis in the victim. I don't understand."

Sam huffed, shook his head, "Well, I'm not..." he looked away and wasn't about to tell him that what the bite DID DO was make him feel excited...again. He looked back, "I feel fine." he told him frowning.

Venom? Sam thought about what happened when he was a baby, remembered his dad saying something about how he was immune to some things, thinking it was the demon... He wasn't going to bring that up either. "Yeah, well, maybe it just means this was meant to be. Now, can I see Dean? Can you get him to come back in here?"

"Let's clean that up first, then we'll see." Dr. Cullen gave a small smile. "You have no idea how hard it is to start to take blood and stop. Almost impossible, very few of us are able to. Let him process the fact he stopped." Following Sam to the small bathroom, he used a clean towel and warm water and soap to erase the sight and most of the scent of blood clinging to Sam.

Sam pressed his lips together as he let Dean's dad tend to his neck, though his mind was running at a mile a minute. If Dean's bite didn't do to him what it normally did, then, did they have to worry? Maybe it was the one good thing about what the demon had done.... He thought about Dean, wondered if he was alright. He knew he was probably thinking the worst. Sam sighed, "I know Dean thinks he did something horrible, but he didn't. I asked him to. Wanted him to. It was me. My fault, I'm sorry, Dr. Cullen. I didn't mean to upset him. I just want to see him and make sure he's okay."

"He's fine. I'm glad to see you are too. I don't know how he would handle..." he slapped Sam on the back. "When you're ready, come outside. I'll talk to him." Carlisle was certain Dean wouldn't want to be in the same room where he'd taken blood. The scent of blood and... sex was thick in the air but would dissipate outside. "I hear your aunt moving around downstairs so I'll leave this way," he said walking to the window and stopping to turn and assess Sam. "You were able to... go to completion, both of you?" Seeing Sam's blank stare, he laughed. "Have sex."

Sam's eyes widened before he looked at toward his bed then back to Dr. Cullen, "I -uh, we, uh..." Sam hug his head, blushed a deep shade of crimson and ran a hand through his hair nodding. "Uh, yeah..." he slowly raised his head and looked at Dr. Cullen, "Why?"

"Amazing. You're not injured in any way." It was so hard for humans to understand. "He lost control of his emotions outside and destroyed some of your trees. It's difficult to both restrain yourself and have sex as I'm sure you realize. The consequences... I'm glad you're alright," he repeated, and then he was out the window talking to his son on the driveway.

Sam frowned at the empty spot where Dr. Cullen had been only seconds before. With a sigh, Sam turned and headed toward his bedroom door then stopped, and went back to grab his jeans, slid them on. No use making this any harder on Dean than it needed to be, after all, he didn't do anything wrong. It had all been Sam.

Throwing his bedroom door open, Sam descended the stairs and went to the front door and slipped quietly outside. Sam crossed his arms over his chest as he walked toward Dean and Dr. Cullen. "Everything okay?" Sam asked nervously, hazel eyes darting from Dean to his dad and back.

"It will be." Dr. Cullen looked at Dean. "I'll see you later," and headed out, blurring away the minute his feet touched the sidewalk.

Dean was sitting, leaning on his car, looking paler and more withdrawn than usual. "I could be making funeral arrangements for you right now, Sam," he said in a thick, emotion-laden voice. All the possible consequences of his thoughtless actions weighing on him.

Sam huffed, "But you aren't. You stopped. I'm fine. I knew I would be, Dean. That's what I've been trying to tell you all along." He shook his head as he walked over to Dean, standing before him, "You would never hurt me. I trust you."

"You're dangerous, to yourself," he answered, leaning back, afraid to close the gap between them. "I don't trust me. STOP trusting me."

Sam frowned at him, shaking his head, "No, Dean. I won't. I'm not going to stop trusting you, stop believing in you or stop loving you. I'm fine. Look at me. Do you see me dying? Huh? Do I look dead to you? No. I'm FINE. Now, stop acting like you did something wrong. You didn't. I did. I pushed too hard too fast. And I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

Dean's gaze slid to the side of Sam's throat, then snapped back. "The webcams are safer," he agreed. "You want me to wait while you get breakfast?" The conversation was at an end, it had to be.

Sam hung his head. He didn't argue about the webcams, he had done this. Messed up and made them take ten steps backward... he could wait. Wait until Dean felt like he was ready again. Slowly he nodded, "Yeah, I'll uh, I'll be right back." he told him softly, turning to head back into the house.

Letting out a sigh of relief when Sam left him, Dean went to sit in his car. It was still hella early, and Cathleen would probably be pulling out any minute. He moved his own car to the street and rested his head on the steering wheel.

An hour later, they arrived at school. The drive over had been a bit awkward, with him hardly communicating. They were early, but he didn't stick around to talk, sending Sam on in. He waited exactly until the school bell rang, then he pulled out of that lot, tires screeching.

* * *

Sam stood leaning against one of the pillars outside of the front doors of the school looking miserable as he gazed out at the parking lot. Dean hadn't been in third period, hadn't been at lunch, in fact, as far as Sam knew, he had simply dropped him off that morning and left. Fuck!

He knew he had screwed up, knew he'd screwed up bad, but he hadn't thought it was this bad. That it had made Dean not even want to be near him, around him anymore. With a sigh, Sam readjusted his backpack, and raised one foot, back against the pillar, knee bent as he tilted his head back letting it knock against the pillar a couple times, eyes closed. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." he mumbled to himself.

Still waiting for Jasper and Rosalie, Alice left Emmet in his car and strolled over to where Sam still looked extremely unhappy, just as he had at lunch. "Actually, Dean's too smart for himself," she said, trying not to startle Sam.

Sam lifted his head and opened his eyes looking over at her. "Hi, Alice. I guess you heard, huh? How badly I screwed up?" he sighed, hung his head, shaking it. "I never meant to hurt him." slowly he raised his head to look at he, "I just want us to... I want what you guys have," he told her nodding toward Emmet. He shrugged and grinned slightly, "Well, what you and Jasper have I mean."

She gave him a small smile. "No, I hadn't heard, but I can imagine." Her gaze flicked to the end of the parking lot where Sam's car was usually parked, and seeing it empty, she figured he'd ridden with Dean. It was unlike her brother to leave him stranded without making other arrangements. “He's probably somewhere getting a hold of himself or maybe feeding," she said in a lowered voice. "Give him time."

Sam pressed his lips together, his eyes intent on her face for a moment before he bowed his head, nodding. "Yeah... okay."

"I'll go bring your car. He wouldn't like it if I drove--" She smiled suddenly. "There's your ride. See you later, Sam." She headed away just as the Lamborghini pulled up and stopped in front of them.

Dean leaned to the passenger side and opened the door, ignoring the cars beeping behind him. "You coming?"

Sam glanced over his shoulder toward Alice, then back at Dean in confusion. Slowly he stepped forward and opened the door, sliding his backpack off as he slid into the seat, closing the door after himself.

Sam looked over at Dean, frowning. "Where were you today? I told you I was sorry. I know I fucked up, okay? You can stop punishing me now, I get it."

Dean frowned. "I don't play games like that, you should know that." The honking started to irritate him. He threw the car into gear and drove out of the lot. Turning around the block and heading to the baseball field where they met up a few nights ago, he parked, and turned to face Sam again.

"What, exactly are you apologizing for?"

Sam frowned at him, "For - for pushing you into something you're not ready for. For making you feel bad. For, being an ass. I knew better than to ask you for that. I knew it was going to freak you out, but..." he sighed, ran a hand through his hair as he hung his heads. Sam looked back up at Dean quickly, lips parted, "Wait! You didn't say where you were. Is something wrong? Did something happen? You're not beating yourself up for my being stupid are you?"

Giving an annoyed shake of his head, Dean ignored the questions. "Did you do it to be an ass? Or... you know, couldn't help it because we were hot and heavy?" He knew the answer.

Sam huffed, "I did it because I wanted it....I wanted it more than anything, and in that moment with your mouth on my neck and..." Sam looked down, shook his head, "It doesn't matter. It hurt you, and I'm sorry,” he looked up again, "Now, where were you?"

"So you're apologizing for being human," Dean said softly. "Don't ever apologize for that again. Look, you couldn't help wanting it anymore than I could help wanting it. I wasn't angry, just... You haven't seen a human in pain from our venom. I thought you might die," he raised his hand, "and don't start that shit about how I could never hurt you... I wouldn't do it intentionally, but any betting man could tell you the chances of this coming out good aren't worth betting on."

Sam didn't say anything to Dean about the bite. Didn't remind him it was nothing more than a scratch you couldn't even see now. Didn't remind him that he wasn't in any pain from it, nor did he mention that he didn't care about pain, not when it hurt him more to think Dean was mad at him... that he had pushed him away again. Instead he let Dean talk, get out what he wanted to say, he was waiting on answers of his own, and he wasn't going to say anything else at all, until Dean told him where he was.

Dean felt Sam's steady gaze and knew the meaning of that stubborn tilt of his jaw. "I went after Trevor."
Sam's eyes widened as he gasped, turning more in his seat and nearly standing up in the car, his head hit the roof before he sat back down. "You did WHAT!?! Dean! No! Tell me nothing happened! Tell me you didn't start something! Holy fuck!" he ran his hand through his hair.

"Nothing happened. He's supposedly out of state for awhile, at least that's what they told us. I went with Carlisle. We didn't enter res territory, we called out their council." He made face at the memory of the scent of the two werewolves that had accompanied a couple of the elders. "Basically told them if they don't control Trevor, we will." Although Dean's eyes had reverted to golden green, there was a steely glint in them.

Sam sighed, "Dean..." he shook his head, "I was fine. He didn't hurt me, I took care of myself. I'm a big boy, okay? Just... stay out of it." Sam's head hung, "Not like I plan on going around there anymore anyway."

Dean pointed at him. "Gonna hold you to that." Then he smirked, "yeah... you're big, stop showing off. Do you want me to get you home now, or..."

Sam raised an eyebrow as he looked up at Dean, "Or?" he asked him, tilting his head to the side.

"Movie? Dinner... I bet you haven't eaten. Contrary to what you might think, you are not a vampire," he managed a grin. "But if you have homework or need to get home, I can drop you off."

Sam smiled, nodding. "We can do something. I have a little homework, but it's easy. I can do it later," he shrugged, leaning back in the seat, "And no," he shook his head, "I didn't eat lunch, I was too upset to eat. But, with all the food my great aunt is feeding me, I don't think a skipped meal will kill me," he said, patting his stomach with one hand, before letting his hand fall to his lap, "What would you like to do?"

"No, something else is more likely to kill you. Dark humor," he quickly added in response to the look Sam threw him. "I'm a movie buff. Remind me to point the web cam at my shelves tonight and you'll see my collection. Not a whole lot else to do in town, unless you want to go to the city," he shrugged.

Sam raised his brows, "The city?" he chuckled, "You gonna take me to the big city?" Sam shook his head, "No, a movie is fine."

"Movie it is." His gaze dropped to Sam's mouth, but he didn't act on his instincts. "Seat belt." Reminding him, he took off.

* * *

Dean made sure Sam got a hot dog, which on second thought wasn't such a great idea since Sam made him taste it. Then he made him taste the damned popcorn. He cried 'mercy' before Sam tried to get him to take a sip of that bubbly mess he called a soda.

They'd gotten to the theater early, even for the early show, and had talked quite a bit since hardly anyone was around. The awkwardness that had developed between them in the morning seemed to slowly melt away, and for that, Dean was grateful.

A serious thought struck Dean and he touched Sam on the arm. "Carlisle can't figure out why you weren't pain. There something you want to tell me?" he asked, holding Sam's gaze.

Sam pressed his lips together and shook his head, "Na-uh." he looked silently at Dean for a moment. There was no way in hell he was ever telling anyone that a fucking demon had bled into his mouth as a baby. Not even his vampire boyfriend. No way. "Why?"

"Just trying to figure out what happened." Had it been a fluke? Was Sam different? Had something dampened his venom? Unsolved mysteries are almost as bad as not being able to read your mind."

Sam chuckled as he reached for his soda bringing the straw to his lips, he shrugged, straw against his bottom lip. "I think you'll survive," he told Dean, reaching over and patting his hand as his lips wrapped around the straw. Sam pulled his hand back, his eyes going to the screen before them as previews played. He sucked on the straw, drinking his soda, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Dean.

Seeing Dean watching him, Sam swallowed once more, his lips releasing the straw, he pulled the drink away, "What!?"

"Read my mind," Dean answered, giving a wry smile and forcing his gaze to the screen.

Sam quirked a brow, "Read your..." he huffed and shook his head. "Whatever dude, I'm just innocently drinking my drink here," he muttered, taking the straw into his mouth again, holding it lightly between his teeth as he looked over at Dean, the corners of his mouth pulling into a smirk.

"Bitch." His gaze wandered back, this time openly watching the maddening motions of Sam's mouth and the convulsions of his throat. Yeah... he was looking forward to some webcam action tonight.

Sam chuckled, tongue darting out to hold the straw in place as he laughed softly, "Jerk."

Sam finally put the soda down and sat back, long legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. With a sigh, he looked back over at Dean just as the lights lowered. "Kiss me." Sam whispered.