Chapter title: Blood brothers
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Timeline: Right after Supernatural 6x07 "Family Matters" and The Vampire Diaries 1x11 "By the light of the moon"
Words: 612
Notes: Chapter titles are taken from the one or the other tv shows. The fanfiction title is a crossover itself. This chapter's comes from TVD 1x20.

"Play, play the game tonight

Can you tell me if it's wrong or right

It is worth the time, is it worth the pr- "

"Hey!"

"What, Dean? It's 4 in the morning, will you let me get some sleep?" Sam moaned as he hid his face under his coat and leaned onto the car window in another desperate attempt to fall asleep.

"This ain't no fucking motel, Sammy! Plus how the hell am I supposed to stay awake and drive without any music on?" Dean protested and turned the volume knob back to loud.

"…the curtains open

To the roaring of the crowd

You will feel it all around you…"

From his dark little corner, Sam sighed heavily.

"Hey, don't you get snotty on me," his elder brother said, turning away his look from the empty road to check on him. "Should I remember you that it is you that so much insisted on getting our asses over here?"

"Look, Dean, how many times do I have to tell you," Sam snapped back into a straighter position, getting rid of the coat and passing his hand through his hair. "This is such an easy job. It's a one or two days thing, I promise. It's only about some freakin' animal attacks that have been happening around here for a while."

"Freakin' animals," Dean murmured, and you could tell he was still not 100% okay with it.

"We're gonna find what's going on and fix it and then we can go back to whatever exciting thing we were doing." Sam gave his brother an ironic look. 'Cause, really, Dean was always so edgy lately and his whole life revolved around finding the alpha vampire.

Silence fell inside the Impala as they drove past a sign that read 'Mystic Falls: 150 miles'.

Sam could have actually fallen asleep in the two hours that took them to reach their destination, only he was not in the mood anymore. Thoughts about the way his relationship with Dean seemed to have changed forever were crowding his mind and there was no way he would succeed in fighting them. Alright, the two of them had never been so good at relating to each other, but Sam knew that Dean trusted him and that he himself could count on his brother no matter what.

Now it was like a wall had been erected between them. They weren't able to communicate through one simple look anymore: it took words to trust, to be sure of each other's faithfulness – and sometimes even words were not enough.

Dean just didn't look at him the way he used to. There had been a time when Dean reckoned his brother to be innocent, no matter what kind of weird mixture of blood ran through his veins, no matter if their own father had even considered the idea of having to kill him one day. But then, let's face it, the younger Winchester had screwed so much up that Dean wasn't even sure he was actually his brother anymore.

Sam knew that, under the mask that Dean had been using for days pretending it was his own face, his brother was hiding disappointment, disillusion and, who knows, maybe anxiety too for what was going to become of them. So how could anyone blame him for diving back into their old jobs as soon as he could? Working side by side with Dean gave him hope, made it easier for him to think that maybe, just maybe, someday things with Dean would go back to the way they used to be.