Craving

It took everything Dean had to pull away then. It was that or kiss Sam senseless and maybe take his life. Moving across the room, he sat down heavily on the chair and just looked at Sam.

Sam’s hand slid from Dean's hair as the vampire moved away suddenly. He looked at Dean, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. That was it? He was just going to end it there. Just like that? "Has anyone else ever told you you're a prick tease? Cause you are," he huffed, returning his attention to the work they had to do.

Dean shook his head. "No... that's a new one for me."

Eyes on some of the illustrations Dean had given him, Sam spoke, "Oh, I'm ditching school tomorrow, so I won't be in third period, you'll have to muddle through without me."

"Ditto." When Sam looked up, he explained. "Weather forecast says there'll be sun. Not good for my complexion," he winked. "What do you think? Are those good enough to turn in to the graphics department?"

"They're great," Sam nodded, setting them aside and scooted forward to the edge of his bed facing Dean. "So... you just stay home on sunny days? Lock yourself away and pray for rain? No wonder you live here." He smirked slightly. "Spend the day with me. What do ya say?"

Dean laughed at the idea he'd lock himself away. "And contribute to the delinquency of a junior?" He was tempted. So fucking tempted.

Sam grinned, "Yeah, something like that, I guess," he answered, head hanging for a second before he looked back up at Dean, hazel meeting green/gold. "What have you got to lose?"

"You're right, I've already lost my mind and my... what the fuck is left?" He was still undecided but the look on Sam's face pushed him over. He nodded. "What time do you want me?"

"Wow... uh," Sam cleared his throat, "Meet at say eight o'clock? Your place or mine?" Sam asked, a grin pulling at his lips.

"Yours. Mind if I ask why you're ditching. You don't seem the type." If he'd had to guess, Dean would say that Sam was a straight 'A' student who didn't break the rules, school rules that was. "Something happen at school that you're trying to avoid?" There might have a been a touch of steel in Dean's voice as he thought someone or something might be bothering Sam.

Sam shrugged, "No, not really. Stacy bugs the hell outta me, but I can handle that. Just..." he sighed, "I miss my Dad." Sam licked his lips, "I plan on checking a few things out. No big deal." he said with a shrug.

"Checking what out?" Hell, it would be so much easier if he could just Godamned read Sam like he could everyone else.

Sam shrugged, "It's nothing, really. Just a feeling I got when I met Kim." Sam smiled at him, "So, what do we do on our day off?"

Dean shook his head. "You agree to spend a day with a vampire, and then you ask that as an afterthought? I could bring a movie, or we could go hiking. You want me to come up here or do the traditional 'knock on the front door' thing?"

Sam smirked at him, shook his head. "I was actually asking what you wanted to do, so I’d know what to expect. You know, jacket, no jacket. Shorts, jeans, that kind of thing," he chuckled, "Only my vampire would like hiking," he nodded. "Hiking sounds good. We can talk more that way. Uh, doesn't really matter if you come in through the door or window. My Aunt will be at work by then, so, she won't know you're here either way." Thinking about her, he huffed, "She has it in her head to fix me up with every gay boy in the town now. When will parents, or whatever," he waved a hand, "stop trying to fix guys up with people?" he flopped back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

"One prospective date and I'm your vampire. Tell me do you keep sharks and piranhas too?" Dean gave an amused chuckle. "I thought she was setting you up with girls."

Sam stayed as he was, looking up at the ceiling, "I told her you were coming over, that I wasn't going to stay out late with Kim because someone I picked was coming over. A guy." He paused, licked his lips, his voice was softer when he spoke again, "I've thought of you as my vampire long before 'one prospective date'."

Crossing the small room, Dean sat down on the edge of the bed. "You mean I had you when I almost kicked your ass for driving like an idiot and trying to take my spot in the parking lot." Smirking, he reached out and touched Sam's hair, stroking it gently. It was as soft as he'd imagined when he'd thought this could never happen, him sitting this close and touching Sam. Exposure did help. He traced the lines of Sam's face, running his thumb over that enticing mouth of his.

Sam smiled up at Dean as he sat there looking down at him. Yeah, okay, maybe not at that exact moment, but soon after, he was hooked, yeah. Hazel eyes watched Dean's hand move upward until he couldn’t follow it any longer, then his eyes returned to Dean's face as Dean stroked his hair.

His eyes never left Dean's face as Dean traced his own slowly. Wanting so bad to move, to ask for more, but afraid if he did, this small slice of heaven would disappear never to be recaptured. And then it was gone all too soon anyway, Dean had shot across the room to sit in that damned chair once more. As Sam slowly sat up, he swore to himself that he was going to burn that chair the first chance he got.

Swallowing at the intensity of feeling still shooting through him, Dean tried to regain control over his emotions.

"So, um," Sam licked his lips, bit his bottom lip thoughtfully as he looked over at the work they had done. "Are you, uh, you going to write for Romeo?"

"Alright, I'll do that." Dragging his gaze away from the sight of Sam's tongue peeking out for the shortest moment, he asked. "What are you thinking? Right now?"

Sam quirked a brow and shrugged, smiling as he looked over at Dean, "Lots of things. Why? What are you thinking?"

"That it's driving me crazy that I can't see inside your head." Sheer frustration emanated from him in waves. "No really, what were you thinking?

Sam chuckled slightly, tilting his head, "You can read minds? Really?"

"Everyone's but yours. You're not gonna answer me, are you?" He started closing his notebook and capped his pen. "What if I warned you that your aunt... your GREAT aunt plans to way lay you and take you to Seattle to get you some nice new 'date clothes.' Isn't that worth something?"

Sam had pulled to his feet, intent on stopping Dean from going, or at least trying to. Now with this new information, Sam groaned, head tilting back as if in pain. "Oh gawd."

"Okay, I'll tell you," Sam said a moment later, reaching out and laying a hand on Dean's shoulder, "Just don't go. Not yet."

Dean gave a nod, resisting the urge to put his hand over Sam's. What would it be like to tug him down, to have him on his lap? His eyes slightly darkened at the thought of the sheer torture of having to battle his cravings in that position.

Sitting back down on the bed, Sam sighed, "Well, first I was thinking that I was going to burn that chair. Then I was thinking about how there was that awkward moment of silence there and I wasn't sure what to do, cause well," Sam raised a brow and smirked softly, "you're kinda like a timid little bunny rabbit. I'm afraid to move too quickly for fear you'll jump out my window." Sam sighed and looked down at the papers next to him, "And then, I was thinking about the letters... about, um," he frowned thoughtfully as he tried to think of a way to say it without telling Dean that Dean had been his inspiration for Juliet's letter. "I was thinking that I doubted your inspiration would come from the same place as mine." Sam said, before looking back at Dean and smiling, "See? Boring stuff, right?"

"Timid," Dean gave a bark of laughter. "You really have no clue Sam. Maybe I'll show you tomorrow what I'm scared of, what you should be scared of. And your mind isn't boring, not to me.” He paused. “Basically you want me to play Romeo to your Juliet, right?" His gaze locked with Sam's. "Are we role playing? I know about that. Not a bad idea for us..." he mused at the possibilities it would open up.

Sam cleared his throat, looked back down at the letter and tried to pretend to focus on it. "Uh, well, I, uh..." he licked his lips nervously before looking back at Dean, "Role-playing?" He quirked a brow, "I'm not Juliet though. I'm a guy, in case you hadn't noticed."

"I noticed." Dean's heated gaze traveled up and down Sam's decidedly male physique. "I mean you keep getting undressed in front of me, even a vampire notices these things." Giving a wicked grin, he decided teasing Sam was high on his list of things he enjoyed.

Sam quirked a brow and shook his head, "No, you just keep coming in my window when I'm not dressed. If I got undressed in front of you, you'd know it," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up in a satisfied smirk.

"You got undressed in front of me last night in the clearing," Dean pointed out. "And you only had a towel around you earlier. You know I want to know what you're thinking right now." Yeah, Sam was gonna drive him crazy. If he weren't indestructible, he'd say Sam was gonna drive him to an early grave.

Hours passed as they talked and talked. Questioning each others' likes and dislikes, learning about their pasts... about each others' families. Dean noticed that Sam was yawning and needed his rest, so he got up. "Dude, it's only a couple of hours," he said, trying to stop Sam's protests, even though he was pleased Sam didn't want him to leave. About to launch himself out the window, he turned. "What was your dream?" The need to know burned inside him.

Sam looked at Dean, eyes widening. He shook his head. "No. No way. So not telling you that. Maybe... one day. When I think you can handle it." Sam winked at him grinning.

Dean pressed his lips together, not pleased with the non-answer but unable to do anything about it. Seconds later, he was out the window, on the driveway and racing into the woods. If he was spending the day with Sam, he wanted to be sure to be well fed, for all that helped him in resisting his personal addiction.

* * *

Sam had set his alarm for only two hours later. He needed to be up and on Reservation land by six if he was going to meet with Dean by eight. Kim and her family had made Sam's hunter instincts kick into high gear, much more so than even Dean and his siblings. Something was off on that Res and Sam was going to find out what the hell it was. Were there more vamps? Maybe an enemy nest? Dean hadn't mentioned having enemies around, but then, why would he tell him about them anyway? Dean obviously thought Sam wasn't a very competent hunter. Besides, he tended to worry over him like he was a little kid. 'Watch out for me, Sam', 'I'm dangerous, Sam'.

Waking with the first buzz of his alarm, Sam quickly got ready. He was sliding into the driver seat of his car, dressed, showered, shaved and ready to go fifteen minutes later.

Reservation land wasn't far away, so it hadn't taken him long to get there, another five minutes and Sam was standing in the middle of a dirt path, a block away from Kim's house.

After a few usual procedures to inspect things, try to get a feel for what he was looking for, Sam was now only a few yards away from Kim's house, crouching in the early morning shadows.

"Nice, Winchester. One date and you're stalking my baby sister," came a male voice behind him.

Sam froze as he tried to place which of Kim's brother's it was, before he slowly pulled to his feet and turned, only to find her oldest brother, the one who freaked him the hell out, standing there looking at him, his head tilted to the side, arms crossed over his chest.

"Uh, hi, um," Sam tried to remember his name, "Trevor, right?"

The tall, broad shouldered Indian youth didn't answer as his arms dropped to his sides and he stepped closer until he was standing toe to toe with Sam, dark eyes staring into hazel. "You hang with the Cullen's," he stated, sniffing and curling his lip.

Sam frowned. Was he smelling him again, or did he have a cold? Please have a cold. Please have a cold.

Trevor's eyes narrowed and searched Sam's face, "I can understand why Dean likes you. You're very beautiful," he told him, raising his hand and running it down the side of Sam's face then stopping to lay it on Sam's shoulder. "You need to be careful around him. Trust me. The Cullen's aren't what they appear to be."

Sam raised his chin stubbornly as he shrugged off Trevor's hand, "And what exactly is that?"

Trevor smiled, his hand falling to his side. "Ask Dean why he never comes onto Indian land." He said before turning and walking away.

** *

Sam arrived back at his house at two minutes after eight. Parking the Impala in the drive, Sam hurried to the front door and inside. Running up the stairs, muttering cuss words under his breath as he ran. Late. He was fucking late. Dean was never late. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Dean had been looking out of Sam's window, and turned when Sam got into the room. "So, do you always do this? Two dates, back to back?" He raised a brow. He had no clue where Sam had been but he was starting to see that the guy like to pack several activities into a short period. Then it hit him, a pungent scent. He moved closer and sniffed, wrinkling his nose. "What the hell... did you sleep with dogs? You don't smell like you."

"I didn't have a date," Sam told Dean as he stepped past him, frowning harder as he tried to sniff his shirt to see what Dean was talking about. "I smell fine. This is clean. What do you mean, sleep with dogs? I went to the Res, was looking around and ran into Kim's brother," Sam shrugged, "that's all. I didn't mean to be late, I'm sorry. The guy was... weirder than usual."

"Dogs. Figures." He tried not to let his mood darken as suspicion formed in his mind. He'd ask Alice to see if she could see anything, and he'd find out about this guy. Knowing Sam... yeah he was a real danger magnet. "I'll wait."

Sam frowned at him, "What are you talking about? Dogs? Wait? What, you want me to take a shower?"

"Well, yeah." Dean nodded like it wasn't a strange request.

Sam's smile fell away as he looked at Dean. "I can't believe you're serious. The guy barely touched me. How can you smell that? And what do you mean dog?" Sam shook his head as he walked to his dresser, grabbing a clean shirt. "You wanna check these? Give 'em the ole smell test?" Sam grinned, "Or you could just bathe me," he chuckled.

"Clothes smell fine." Dean leaned close and took another sniff. "Yeah... definitely want you to shower. If I'm gonna be tortured by your scent one way or the other... I'd rather it be 'the other.'" Walking to the wooden chair Sam had threatened to burn, he turned it around and sat with his chest leaning against its back and looking outside. "Promised to behave," he reminded him. It wasn't as if the invitation to wash Sam had slipped right by him.

"Yeah. Behave. Right," Sam said crossing the small room. "You're not gonna jump out the window while I'm gone, are you?" Without waiting for an answer, he closed the bathroom door behind him.

Ten minutes later, Sam walked out, hair still wet, though he was fully clothed and even had his shoes on again. "Better?"

Dean sighed. "No. Now I just want to eat you." Slapping Sam on the arm as he passed him, he reached the door. "Guess you have to do that human thing... eat breakfast. Your aunt... Great aunt... has left you something. Pancakes." Turning, he nodded, "bring your jacket."

Sam quirked a brow at Dean, "That's something I'm going to have to get used to. You knowing ahead of time what I have waiting for me." Chuckling, he grabbed his jacket. "Yeah, breakfast sounds good. Too bad though, you could have taken me out the window otherwise. Maybe next time, huh?" Sam asked, starting down the stairs.

"Maybe." As he followed Sam, Dean realized he'd never smiled as much as he did when he was around Sam. He was starting to get what the others, especially Esme, were saying about how much more animated he was now.

In the kitchen, Sam filled his plate, offering Dean some. "Are you sure you don't want to just try a taste?"

Dean gave a shudder, and put his hand up. "No thanks, you go ahead." He stood on the other side of the counter, watching Sam move around and get a full glass of milk. "You didn't get much sleep last night. Humans need sleep. Especially humans who are doing crazy dangerous things like walking into strange places alone."

Sam looked up at Dean, milk glass half raised to his lips. "It's what I do, Dean. I do it every day of my life," he shrugged, "Well, except for right now, cause Dad's gone and left me here in Forks to rot," he grumbled, raising the glass to his lips and taking a drink.

Lowering the glass, Sam wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "Besides, I've never heard of a vampire that mother hens someone as much as you." Sam frowned at him before his lips curved into a teasing grin. "Aww, do you care about me, Mister Vampire?"

"Oh yeah, I care. Like the witch cared for Hansel, you know the story?" Giving an equally wicked grin, Dean answered. "And you don't have a Gretel to save your ass," he pointed at Sam as if to make a point. Pausing, he added as an afterthought. "You hate it here, in Forks."

Sam shrugged, "Not really, not anymore. I did, yeah..." he pressed his lips together as he looked at Dean, smiled slightly, "And then I met this vampire..." he shrugged, smiling wider, "It's not so bad here now."

Sam ran his finger through the syrup on his plate, "I want you to try some stuff," he looked up at Dean from under his brows, a smirk pulling at his lips and making his dimples show. "No arguing," he added as he brought his finger to Dean's mouth, "Just try it." Sam sighed, "If you plan on eating me, call it a last request."

"Nuh huh," Dean shook his head to no avail, Sam's finger stayed put right on his mouth. Sighing, he flicked his tongue out and took just a little of the sticky stuff off the tip of Sam's finger, giving a visible shudder. "No, it doesn't improve your taste at all, if that's what that stuff is supposed to do." But he'd felt Sam's finger under his tongue, felt his pulse, and the craving he was trying to learn to live with kicked up a notch. "Do a vampire a favor and step back, for a while." He gave Sam a pointed look.

Sam smiled, bringing the finger Dean had licked to his own mouth and sucking the remains of syrup off as he took a step back. He shook his head as he pulled his finger out of his mouth, still smiling. "Okay, so you don't like the taste of maple syrup, I'll be sure never to drizzle it on then," he winked and then opened the freezer. "Ice cream! Everyone likes ice cream."

Sam put the tub on the counter and popped the top. "I take it you would rather I used a spoon than my finger again?" He asked him quirking a brow.

It must have shown on his face, or Sam must have noticed from the way Dean was gripping the edge of the table and alternatively eyeing Sam's finger and mouth. From the moment Sam had licked his finger, all Dean wanted was to push his tongue inside Sam's mouth, make him suck on his tongue the way he'd sucked on his own finger. He swallowed. "What? What did you say?"

Sam nodded to the ice cream. "Spoon or my finger? You know what? Nevermind. I'll use a spoon. The finger would be more fun, but I don't want you jumping out any windows." He reached over opening the utensil drawer and pulling out a spoon. Dipping it into the ice cream, Sam scooped a small amount up and handed Dean the spoon. "Here. Try that."

Dean backed away from it. "Seriously, don't want any. Just eat your breakfast and... don't lick anything else. Not your finger, not your spoon or fork... just eat." Blowing out a frustrated breath, he wondered if Sam even knew the type of control he had to exert over his needs to keep him safe.

Sam frowned, giving Dean his best, what his Dad had always referred to as Sam's 'puppy eyes', look. "Aww, come on. Please? For me? I just wanna see if you like it." Sam pouted.

"I'd like to see what you'd have to say about tasting my food," Dean growled, opening his mouth ever so slightly and jamming a tiny bit of the cold concoction inside. He made a face, and walked to the sink, dropping the spoon down. At least this way he made sure Sam wouldn't do anything sexy with it.

Sam watched Dean, shook his head. "You know, there are starving children in Asia who would love that bit of ice cream you just spit in the sink," he told him with a grin. "Drink blood? Really? Would that... excite you? To see me do that?" He asked him, quirking a brow.

The thought of blood smeared across Sam's mouth... it wasn't animal blood Dean imagined, it was Sam's own blood, so sweet so spicy... so perfect. He took one leaden step toward the teasing teen and stopped, his eyes darkening. "Don't be evil like that. I know you think I'm just like everyone else, but I'm not. I'm really not, Sam." His gaze lingered on the pulse at the column of Sam's throat, and still he fought down his needs. "You ever had cats?"

Sam blinked, tore his gaze away from Dean's, smile falling away as he took a bite of his breakfast. He shook his head. "No never had any pets. Move around too much." He took a drink and looked back at Dean, licking his lips, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Sam sighed, looked back at his plate and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah..."

Dean felt a stab of guilt the instant the smile disappeared from Sam's face. "You wiggle something in front of a cat and it gets obsessed with it. Eventually it'll pounce, I'm just saying..." he looked away for a moment as he got his thoughts together, then back. "Don't get me wrong, I like when you tease and laugh, I'm just... I'm worried I'll pounce. You shouldn't have to deal with this. You should be able to joke and touch and ..." he didn't say kiss, but it was on Dean's mind, "... things you can with other humans. Do you want to rethink today? That would be the smart thing to do."

Sam finished his breakfast and nodded. "Yeah, I was kinda thinking about today actually," he said with a sigh as he took his plate to the sink. He turned and looked at Dean after setting down the plate. Leaning back against the counter, Sam crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at him. "I think we shouldn't have done this today..." Sam looked down, then back up at Dean, "I think we should have done this a long time ago," the corner of Sam's mouth lifted in a half smile, "You ready to go? Or am I gonna have to chase you down after you jump out the window?"

If Dean's sinking heart could have given a start, it would have. He didn't know whether it was relief or fear, but whatever it was, it was better than the depression he'd been ready to sink into when he thought Sam made the right decision. "So... not smart?" He managed a grin. "You think you can chase me down, huh?" Now that really amused him, but he managed to keep his laughter to a minimum because he realized how pissed off Sam got ... the guy was competitive as hell.

As they headed to the door, Dean looked around at the antique furnishings so different from his own modern house. Outside, he tilted his face up. The sun was still struggling to come out of the clouds, but he knew it would. "You have any fear of heights? Speed?" he asked through hooded eyes, as they walked into the woods behind Sam's place.

Sam chuckled as he walked with Dean, shook his head. "Nope. Clowns. Just clowns. Why?"

Dean ignored the question. "Motion sickness? Don't like to get your hair messed up... anything like that?" Cathleen Wood's house was pretty much backed up to the foot of a steep hill and soon they'd be climbing instead of taking a leisurely walk.


Sam chuckled, shaking his head, "No, dude. I told you. Just clowns. Why? You plan on spinning me around, messing up my hair, and tossing me in the air before you eat me? Cause, I gotta say, I definitely have never met a vampire with those methods of feeding before," he laughed.

Rolling his eyes, Dean jutted his chin up. "Climb me."

Sam's eyes widened for a brief moment before he raised a brow, "Excuse me? You want me to what?" he asked, a slight smile pulling at his lips as his eyes traveled over Dean's form.

Giving Sam a look, Dean put his hand out. "Get on my back and hold on tight. Legs around my waist."

Sam quirked a brow, smirking as he stepped around Dean. He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder from behind. "Dude, I'm taller than you and have long legs." he sighed, "If you say so, but if I break your back...." Sam chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Dean, then a leg around his waist, jumping up he wrapped his other leg around him, his other arm around Dean's neck loosely. "Okay, now what?" Sam asked him. Leaning his head down, Sam's lips next to Dean's ear, a smile pulling at his lips he whispered to Dean, "You realize this is vaguely dirty, right?"

"More than vaguely, but it won't be in a moment." Dean turned slightly toward the heat of Sam's lips against his hear. "Hold tighter."

That was the only warning he gave before taking off at a dead run through the trees so fast the world became a mere blur. He zigzagged and jumped, avoiding trees and roots, climbing higher up the hill, and feeling Sam's grip tightening around him. "Hang on, really hang on," he said, hoping his words would be heart even as the wind snatched them from his mouth. He launched up into the air, landing on a high branch of a tree, and climbing the trunk as fast as he'd been running, until they were at the top of the ancient tree, looking down at the town.

Sam’s breath caught in his throat. "That was... amazing. I didn't know you could... I mean, the ones we..." Sam chuckled, adjusting his hold on Dean, "This is unreal... even for me."

"Closest you can get to flying without wings." Now that they weren't moving, Dean's awareness of Sam sharpened. They were pressed together, so close, the heat of Sam's body seeping through both their clothes. Every little move Sam made seemed to make Dean's body temperature rise. Trying to concentrate on something else, he started to point out places. "There's the school, the …ah... clearing where you tried to get yourself killed, drive along there, and you hit the beach. My place," holding onto the trunk, he turned with confident ease and pointed, "back there."

Sam nodded as Dean pointed out each place, chuckling as he pointed out where Sam had 'tried to get himself killed'. "Dude, I so was not trying to get myself killed." Sam sobered as one hand slipped to rest against Dean's chest. He licked his lips, took in a shuddering breath. "What, uh, what about the sun? Should we go in somewhere? I mean, it's beautiful up here, but, I don't want anything to happen. What would I do if my tour guide burst into flames on me?" he chuckled nervously.

"The sun?" Dean looked up. "No, it can't hurt me. I wouldn't have brought you if it could. It just... when it comes out, I can't hide what I really am." He was suddenly nervous, wondering whether he should just get them down before the clouds broke. He'd thought he wanted Sam to see him, to know everything... what he might be getting into, but now he wasn't so certain. He swallowed. "Maybe you're not ready, maybe..." Maybe Dean himself wasn't ready.

Sam tightened his grip around Dean, leaned his head down so he could look at Dean's face from the side. "No. I wanna see. It's okay. Really. You have no idea the things I've seen," Sam told him with a huff, "You can't scare me, Dean."

"You're scaring me, Sam." He wanted to hide, but he held still, even as he felt the first rays of sunlight dance across his cheeks.

Sam leaned his forehead against the side of Dean's head. "I'm not going anywhere," he told him softly. Raising his head as the sun split through the clouds, Sam looked at Dean a small gasp leaving him, eyes wide. "Dean..." his name was a whispered sigh as Sam raised a hand to gently trail his finger tips over the side of Dean's face where the sun hit him. "You're... beautiful."

"Beautiful." Dean mustered a semi-snort. "It's alright. I know the word you're looking for is 'freak.'" He didn't dare move or meet Sam's gaze, afraid of the truth he'd see within them. "You're really not scared."

Sam frowned, gave a huff, "Dude, you need a mirror if you think this makes you a freak. You know how many chicks you could get if you showed this?" Sam chuckled softly, still running his finger tips across Dean's cheek, in awe of the way Dean’s skin sparkled like glitter. "I've seen freakish, Dean, and you are not freakish. No, I'm not scared. "

It felt good. Real good to be touched like this. Not to be rejected or feared. Dean finally looked Sam in the eyes. "How come you're not disgusted or ... or something. You're a hunter, you know this is just another weapon in my arsenal. Any other hunter, this would have been a turn off a... a reason to understand and know how different I am. Not human." He licked his lips. "Why do you accept it so easily?"

Sam shrugged slightly, "Dean, I've always been able to see the grey areas, I told you that. Remember the vampire girl I told you I let live? No other hunter would have done that either, but she wasn't evil. I knew that. She was just... a poor girl that happened to be a vampire in the wrong place at the wrong time." He sighed, "Being a hunter has never been high on my priority list really, because most are like that, like my Dad. All they see is black and white, good and evil. I know better."

"This morning, you said 'it's what you do.' It's high on your list," Dean said matter of factly. "You done ogling my... um... what did you say? Beauty?" He wore a smirk. "Cause I'm about to jump down."

Sam didn't argue with him about hunting. Dean didn't need to know that it was 'what he did' because it was what his father wanted, because it was what was expected. Because his mother had been killed in his nursery by a demon. Who would understand that anyway? Sam let his hand drop away from Dean's face, curling his fingers into a fist on Dean's shoulder. "Yeah, sorry." he told him softly.

"About what?" Dean cocked his head.

Sam grinned, "Manhandling your face," he chuckled.

"Oh. I liked it," he answered, jumping down suddenly, but gripping Sam's arm around his shoulder, to make sure he was secure. He landed, sure footed and gave Sam a moment to adjust. "There's a stream close by, a quiet place, if you want to go sit for a while and talk." It was a spot where the sun would reach them and not be blocked by the gigantic trees. A place he would never contemplate going to with any human, until now.

"Yeah, I'd like that." Sam chuckled nervously, "Oh, I suppose I should get down now, huh?"

"I guess." Dean missed being surrounded by Sam's warmth... his scent so close, even if it made his life difficult. For a second, they looked at each other a bit awkwardly. Separating, Dean wondered if the longing he saw in Sam's eyes was for real, and whether Sam saw it reflected back.

Sam turned, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder, a smile on his face as he gave a side nod, "Come on. You promised me a stream, I think."

Once they reached the steam, Sam crouched near the water's edge. Looking up the water way, Sam huffed, "I need to get out more. I had no idea this was here," he muttered, moving to sit on his butt in his grass. Slowly he leaned back, bracing himself on his elbows as he looked up at Dean, moved one hand out to pat the ground next to him. "I won't..." Sam licked his lips, smiling, "do anything to make the bunny run away."

"Oh, now that we're not a couple of hundred feet up in a tree, you feel safe calling me that." Giving Sam a mock severe look, Dean sat next to him, more relaxed then he'd thought possible. Cutting a long blade of grass, he started twirling it in his hand. It was weird how easy it was to talk to Sam when he wasn't having a vampire moment. Aside from his family, he'd never been so free with information, but here they were, asking and answering questions... talking about likes and dislikes. Dean filed everything Sam said away in his mind, he'd probably have lots of follow up questions to ask. Every once in a while, he caught him staring, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the sunlight or just... it was just this strong attraction between them. It made him smile though as he looked down at Sam.

Sam smirked up at Dean, glancing toward the water then looking back at Dean he raised a brow, "This isn't the first time I've been with you with the sound of water hitting the rocks in the background." Sam grinned at him, a naughty light in his eyes before he lowered himself flat on his back in the grass, his hands resting on his chest.

Sam closed his eyes, licked his lips. "It was foggy and I didn't see you at first, but then the fog cleared and there you were..." Sam huffed softly, "sitting in a damn chair again." I walked toward you and you asked me if I had figured out what you were yet. At the time," Sam shook his head, "I hadn't, but I told you it didn't matter what you were." Sam bit his bottom lip and slowly opened his eyes. "You sure you wanna hear this?" he asked him, his voice now soft, husky.

It was surreal. One moment they were talking about concrete things and then Sam went off about something Dean was sure wasn't true. Then he felt like he was sucker-punched. Lowering himself all the way to the ground parallel to Sam, he turned his head and met his eyes. "Your dream. Your sex dream." He nodded, "tell me please."

Sam's tongue darted out to run along his bottom lip as he looked at Dean. Slowly he nodded, "Ok." He closed his eyes . "You said I could be Little Red Riding Hood and you could be the big bad wolf." Sam huffed, "I asked you if that meant you were gonna eat me. But, I kept walking toward you, I told you to go ahead and eat me, that your meal was getting cold, to do it already. You told me to come closer, said me you could hear my heart." Sam licked his lips. "I told you that you wouldn't hurt me, that if you were going to, you would have already but you said that I should be scared." Sam chuckled softly and opened his eyes, looked over at Dean, "Something you seem to tell me a lot."

"Cause its true." Dean imagined the scene as Sam spoke, recalling the tension in the sleeping teenager's body, the sounds he made... the sexual electricity coming from him. He felt himself getting wound up all over again and tensed. "Keep going," he whispered.

Closing his eyes again, Sam turned his head back, "Your hands ran up my thighs, cupped my ass, as you pulled me closer. You asked me again if I was still not afraid. I told you that I'd learned never to be afraid. You held me then, one hand on my stomach, one on my back, held me tightly and told me I might be walking into the spider’s web." Sam smiled, "I told you I like spiders. Your fingers moved then, playing with the zipper of my jeans." Sam licked his lips, took in a shuddering breath, his voice dropped to a husky whisper, "I asked you if you always played with your food, " Sam bit his lip, "You... you told me only when your food gets turned on, then asked me if this was turning me on." Sam let out a breath, one hand slowly moving from his chest, sliding across the grass toward Dean's hand.

Though he didn’t need to breathe, Dean was breathing. Shallow, labored breaths, like humans did when they were running too hard. Was this what sex felt like? His entire body was slowly catching on fire and they weren't even touching. "What did you answer?" he asked, his voice low and husky, closing his eyes when their hands touched. He took a moment to center himself, to regain some control, before slipping his fingertips over Sam's. "Tell me."

Sam slowly opened his eyes looking over at Dean. He nodded, exhaled slowly, his hand tightening around Dean's as he closed his eyes again, licked his lips. "You, uh, ran your hand over my zipper before you cupped me and I asked you, if you really needed to ask that." Sam smiled slightly as he bit his lip, "You said you needed an answer, then asked me if I was afraid to say it out loud as you squeezed me," Sam's head rolled to the side away from Dean as he swallowed then rolled his head back, "I, uh, I told you ‘yes. God yes’ it was. It was turning me on." Sam drew in a shakey breath, the hand on his chest moving, fingers curling into a fist as Sam cleared his throat. "Uh, the next thing I knew I was on your lap, facing you and you told me to take off my shirt. I did and you ran your hands over me." Sam sighed, "it felt so good to have you touch me."

Sam felt his denim clad cock twitch at the memory and shifted his legs, bending one leg. He frowned, "Uh, I, um," Sam chuckled slightly, "I guess I stopped breathing because you told me I needed to breathe, that you couldn't play with your food if it expired on you," he said with a smile. "We were close, so damn close together." Sam took in a breath, "You asked me why I was there and I told you I was there because I wanted to be there, wanted this. You grabbed my hair, pulled my head back. Your lips were on my throat then, kissing, sucking...then your teeth, scraping...pressing down. Then suddenly you moved and you were kissing me, kissing me so hard and so good that it stole my breath away."

Dean's mind whirled with the erotic images Sam painted. His hand clenched and unclenched, though he had to remind himself to be gentle... to not break Sam's hand as he dealt with the feelings sweeping over him. "I want that... so bad," he admitted. "I want to kiss you... to know what you taste like, how you feel from the inside. Did... did we go all the way? In your dream?" The anguish in his voice was hard to miss.

Sam opened his eyes, shook his head, bit his lip, "No. I wish... wanted... no," he smiled softly, "I want that too. Maybe...someday... do - do you want to hear the rest?"

"Oh God, yes. I want to hear it." It hurt to think he'd never see that day, so he pushed those thoughts down. "Tell me."

Sam nodded, licked his lips, but kept his eyes open as he spoke, watching Dean's face this time, "You lifted your hips, ground yourself against my ass, told me to show you how much I wanted this." Sam swallowed hard, "I ground myself back against you, trying to show you, I told you how much I wanted it, wanted you. That I knew you wouldn't hurt me." Sam shook his head, "But you told me I had too much faith in someone I didn't know. Told me not to say you didn't warn me. You cupped the back of my head, my ass, pulled me against you, kissed me hard and wouldn't let up, even when I was running out of air and couldn't breathe. You kept on kissing me, I tried to pull away, but you wouldn't let me. I felt myself drawing close, about to come and I didn't want to not like that, not in my jeans like some twelve year old virgin."

Sam closed his eyes, "But, you kept kissing me, grinding on me. All I could feel, smell, taste, hear, was you. I was lost. You finally pulled back and looked at me. You said one word..." Sam bit his lip, before his lips parted his breaths panting out softly, "You said, 'come', and...and..." Sam opened his eyes, blinked, slowly looking over at Dean, "You know the rest, you were there. You saw, heard." Sam swallowed hard.


A lump rose in Dean's throat. He threaded his fingers through Sams, still clenching and unclenching his hand. "Even in a dream, I almost killed you... hurt you." His eyes stung. "And you don't care about that, it doesn't worry you." What worried Dean was how much he wanted to roll on top of Sam right now. How much he wanted to grind his arousal into him, to taste him, to really make him come on command, just like in his dream. But different, because he wantd to taste his blood, wanted them to be a part of each other in a way no human could understand, or survive.

Sam looked down at their joined hands, then back up at Dean's face, "But you didn't hurt me. Just like I knew you wouldn't." Sam smiled softly, shook his head, "No, it doesn't worry me. I trust you. Believe in you," Sam told him softly, "You're not evil, Dean."

"You don't have to be evil to hurt someone." Dean took a breath. "Have you ever... have you had sex with anyone?"

Sam quirked a brow, smirked at him. "I'm seventeen, Dean. Not twelve." he shrugged, looked away as he plucked a blade of grass with a free hand. "There was a girl once." he shrugged, "Wasn't anything major." he looked back at Dean, "Why?"

Dean shrugged. "You're seventeen and you could be having sex with whoever you go out with. Except me." There, he put it out there. "Even if I could control the blood lust, I'm afraid I'd crush you or... not let you breathe or... so many ways I could be out of control and you're... you're so damned breakable. You should choose normal Sam. Choose normal," he let go of his hand and sat up. "And that's some dream. I'm gonna keep it forever."

Sam pulled up, sitting with him, nodding. "Yeah, you're right. I should be some self centered teenager just out to get an easy lay." Sam continued to nod, "totally. And hey, maybe I could die from some sexually transmitted disease. That would be much better than being celibate for my hot vampire boyfriend." Sam continued to nod, "Yeah, I think I like the idea of my dick falling off from some weird ass STD instead." He slapped Dean on the back, "Thanks for the advice buddy." He rolled his eyes, "Are you always so melodramatic? There are worse things than not screwing, ya know. Like a life without knowing real love," Sam said softly, as he wrapped his arms around his knees, laid his cheek against a knee looking at Dean. "Normal for me is so abnormal for everyone else, Dean. You have no idea."

Relaxing just a bit, Dean laughed at Sam's outrageous words and shook his head at his quirky and fearless boyfriend, apparently. His gaze locked with Sam. "Am I? Your vampire boyfriend, just like that? One dream, one date? I know it's not me, it's gotta be the danger magnet in you." Still, he was pleased, real pleased.

Sam quirked a brow, "One hot dream and one very nice date." He nodded, "Yeah, I think so... unless you have any objections. I mean, what, you want to wait till I've had a few more dreams?"

"No objections, but an open 'out' if you ever want it," he said, though an angry roar in his head made him wonder how truthful he was being. He knew... he knew Sam was better off with anyone else, but whether he could let him go, that he didn't know. "I wish I could dream. I hope you have others. You will tell me." It didn't come out as a request and Dean had the grace to give a sheepish grin.

Sam sighed, licked his lips. "I wish... I wish that you could dream about me too," he smiled slightly, "there, was that self-centered enough for you?" he quirked a brow. "Cause it's the truth." he huffed, nodding. "The way my mind works... where you're involved, yeah, I probably will have others." He smiled, shook his head, "But, I'm not going to tell you. You do however have an open invitation to climb in my window and watch... just don't knock over the books again and end the dream before it gets to the really hot stuff next time, huh?" Sam grinned wide, dimples showing.

Dean groaned, "so it's my fault we didn't... I'll be quiet." He gave Sam a steady look. "Are you sure? You were so angry..."

Sam chuckled, "I'm a light sleeper, comes with the job. I'm sure. I was... embarrassed. I didn't want my would-be boyfriend seeing that I couldn't control myself and shot my wad in a damn dream!"

"It was beautiful. You're beautiful when you're asleep." Dean’s lips quirked, but he prevented the smile from forming. "Just making nice sounds and not arguing. I wanted to get in the bed with you. I wanted to touch you, feel you with my hands, my mouth. And right now, when we were holding hands... I was imagining everything you said was real. If it had gone on a little longer, I'd be the one shooting my wad. Still might." He got up suddenly. "It's getting late, you're cold. Let's get back."

Sam pulled up, standing to his feet, "Wait a minute. Don't tell me how I feel. I'm not cold, Dean." He shook his head, "I'm a lot of things right now, but cold isn't one of them." He stepped closer to him, "I would have liked having you in bed with me, doing all those things." Sam smirked slightly, "Not without a pre-warning, seeing as I sleep with a pistol under my pillow. It wouldn't have hurt you anyway, but I'm sure it would have killed the mood."

His smile fell as he reached for Dean's hand, "Close your eyes. Trust me. Trust yourself." Sam told him softly, as he slowly brought Dean's hand up, under his shirt, ran it up his stomach, to his chest, held it there. "One day, when you're ready. You just tell me, okay?" Sam asked him softly.

Dean stiffened, reluctantly letting Sam have his way. Eyes closed, he felt the warmth of Sam's skin stretched taut over muscles rippling under his palms. He felt a tiny nub... Sam's nipple tickle his palm, sending heat shooting through his body. He heard Sam's heart lurch, his blood rush. He felt his teeth start to ache... ache with the same need his entire body was fighting against.

Shoving Sam away suddenly, he retreated back a few feet. "Don't. Trust. Me. That. Much," he gritted out, trying to regain control, his eyes alternatively flashing black and green. "Don't move, vampire moment."

Dean counted in his mind, then mentally recited part of Romeo and Juliet. When the blood lust let go of him, he almost slumped. "Ok... okay now."

Sam had stumbled back, watching Dean in wide eyed shock, started to go to him, help him, only to stop dead in his tracks unable to do anything but watch helplessly. "I'm - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Sam licked his lips, took a step toward Dean. "Are you okay?" he closed the distance between them, reached out to touch Dean, only to curl his fingers into a fist and let his hand drop. Sam swore softly, hanging his head. He shoved his hands in his coat pockets, before looking back up at Dean. "I didn't think that just touching me, if you didn't see... didn't know..."

"I feel like draining you of blood, and you ask me if I'm okay?" Scrubbing his face, Dean gave a short laugh. "I'm so fucking afraid of what you're going to do next. What I'm gonna do next." He took a deep breath. "At least I know how you feel now. I don't have to imagine. I need... I need more warning next time, but I'm pretty sure there will be a next time. Are you okay?"

Sam smiled softly at him, nodding, "I'm fine. All my blood's intact," he winked. "More warning for next time, eh?" Sam nodded, "We'll work on that." he tilted his head to the side as he looked at Dean, "You..." he licked his lips, blushed slightly, "Imagined what I would feel like? Really?"

"All the time." This was really fucked up. They were worse than Romeo and Juliet. At least it was those two against the world. The greatest danger to Sam's life was himself.

Dean put his hand out again. "Come on, climb me. I'll get you home."

Sam stepped up behind Dean, snickering softly, shaking his head as he wrapped an arm around him, then a leg like before. "And before you ask me what I'm thinking..." Sam tried not to snicker anymore and failed, "I was just thinking that I was so glad you didn't say that a few minutes ago, or you'd really be having a vampire moment," Sam laughed outright at that.

"I still could." Dean groaned at the feel of Sam pressing against him. He was so tuned in, so aware of Sam, he could feel every contour of his body, and the heat of cock was like a brand against his back. "No more sex thoughts." Yeah right.

Dean streaked through the forest, running with the speed of his kind. The cold wind was exhilarating and helped take his mind off the needs that surfaced whenever Sam was close. This particular human made him forget everything... made him take chances, risks, but he also made him feel. Something about this had to be right, didn't it? It had to.

Before he broke out of the forest, Dean made sure there was no one around. They quickly reached the house and in a single leap, Dean was standing on Sam's window ledge. Though he usually threw himself inside, this time, he carefully made sure Sam didn't hit the window and then they were inside.

Sam chuckled, eyes dancing with excitement. "That was great! I think you're faster than my car!"

Sam pulled his jacket off and tossed it in the chair Dean always sat in. "That's scrap. You can't sit there anymore," he sat down on his bed, patting the mattress next to him. "Sit here. I promise not to molest you."

"Not right now. I can't." Seeing Sam's face fall, Dean gripped the back of the chair. "I'm sorry. I want to be that guy in your dream, but I'm not." He looked over at the window.

"Wait! What? What happened? What'd I miss? I thought we were..." Sam ran a hand through his hair, shook his head, "You can't do that to me. You can't just without warning say stuff like that. What'd I do? What did I say?" Sam swore and pulled to his feet, he looked at Dean, his face serious, "You always ask me if I'm afraid. Well, congratulations. Now...I'm afraid."

"You're more afraid of me leaving than of me killing you." Dean made a frustrated sound and didn't even comment anymore on that. "I'm not leaving you. I'm just leaving for a while. What I meant is, right now I can't be in that bed with you... like your dream version of me could be. That's all I meant." He licked his lips, pleading with Sam to understand. "I have vampire things to do, you have human things to do... you need to eat. I made you miss lunch," he pointed out. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

Sam relaxed visibly as Dean explained what he meant, "Oh, well, alright then," he waved a finger between them, "We got to work on our communication skills," he smirked at Dean's 'vampire business', "You mean you need a glass of red. It's okay, you can say it. I eat frog legs too," Sam shrugged, "I'm not ashamed. Damn good eatin's. You shouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed or whatever... not with me." He nodded, "Tomorrow. Yeah. Have a good night, Dean." he took a step closer, reached out and ran the back of his fingers down Dean's cheek, "Thanks for today, I enjoyed it," he said, offering a soft smile.

Dean turned his head and brushed his mouth over Sam's pulse, then immediately pulled away. "Me too," he said a bit stiffly. "Too much." With that, he was out the window and gone.