"Okay so I know that you didn't want me to torture and kill the hunter, but the vampires have to be fair game." Sam said, half complaining. "It's a bunch of vampires that you'd end up killing any other day."

John ignored him as he cleared the rest of the cabin. Elkins didn't have any sort of last will and testament, almost no hunter did, so tradition falls that the first hunter to come across another dead hunter they were obligated to burn the body and take whatever the first hunter had of use.

He ignored how Sam slowly started to move towards the books, focused mainly on gathering all the weapons in the cabin. Elkins was a paranoid bastard so he had weapons hidden everywhere. When he came back into the room Sam stopped trying to be discreet and was flipping through the books that he was making a pile of.

Sam glanced up at the weapons that John was bringing to take with him before looking back at the book. "Nothing special but I'll take them off your hands." he said, adding the book to the pile and reaching for another. John stared at him wearily. Logically he knew that he should stop him but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"We need to figure out how to find the vampires." John said instead. "They don't stay in places for too long so the longer we wait, the harder it'll be."

Sam gave a hum at that, moving over the rest of the shelves before going through the desk to see if there was anything of interest there. "I'm already on it." he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a blood stained piece of cloth. "Whoever your hunting buddy was, he was good enough to get a few hits of his own, and spilled the vamps' blood. We use this to track them down, I have some fun, I get the Colt."

He paused at that, looking at the bloodstained cloth in his hand. "And actually...I don't even need you anymore. These next few parts I can do myself."

Giving a nod, pleased at that as he stood up, reaching for the pile of books and tucking them under his arm as he placed the cloth back into his pocket.

"Wait," John said, stepping forward towards him. "How am I going to contact you?"

Sam's forehead scrunched at that as he raised an eyebrow at him. "Why should you want to contact me?"

He didn't want to admit it, but he didn't want to lose this small connection to him, to his son. "About Mary."

Sam rolled his eyes at that. "When it's all set and right and we're done with our tasks, we'll contact you. There's no point in trying to get in touch with us."

"But what if I need to get in contact with you for something?" John pressed, not willing to let this go. "

Sam just stared at him for a long moment before he smirked, eyes turning black. "How cute." he said. "You're feeling all paternal and emotional about all of this. You think that a few talks, maybe late nights at the diner, all this heart to heart, and it'll be fine and dandy."

"How many times do I need to tell you this? We don't want to have anything to do with you. We don't want to have any kind of relationship with you." Sam told him.

"And what if Mary does?" John asked. "What if you bring her to me, we talk things out, and she decides that she wants to try again?"

"She's not going to." Sam said confidently. "You hurt her in such a way that can't be forgiven. Why she even wants to talk to you is beyond me but I'm loyal, I'll help her."

He hoisted the books up a bit more. "We'll be in contact when it's time to bring mom to meet you." he told him once more. "Otherwise, there's no reason to be in contact." With that he disappeared with the books, reappearing at the motel room where Dean was.

The books dropped to the ground as his knees buckled and Dean quickly moved to his side to support him, slowly moving him to the bed so that he could lay down.

They could teleport, much like a lot of other demons, but it took a lot out of them, more so than normal demons. Took more energy to get where they were going and get back in one piece.

It had taken a lot to look like he had been at ease in front of Winchester, to make it look like he wasn't affected by teleporting the way he had been.

"News." Sam said once the room stopped spinning. "The hunter that had the Colt was killed by vampires and they took the Colt. I got books from the hunter and I got a blood sample from the vampires to find them." he felt Dean reach into his pocket and pull out the cloth. "So are we going to just kill them or have some fun?"

He could hear Dean moving around the room, gathering the ingredients they needed to track the vampires down. "Depends, you feel like getting rid of some stress before we go to Cain or just nip it in the bud, kill 'em quick, and go?"

Sam sighed as he turned onto his back, opening his eyes to stare up at the ceiling before moving to lean onto his elbows so that he could look at Dean. His brother met his eyes and he held his hand up to him, beckoning him to him. Dean came easily, taking Sam's hand in his and fell on top of him back onto the bed.

Wrapping his arms around him Sam closed his eyes, entwining their legs together as well as they just curled around one another.

"Did he do something to you?" Dean asked after a few moments. "Did he try to hurt you?"

It was a bit of a raw topic for the both of them, that Sam was spending so much time with Winchester and even making a deal with him.

But Sam had a little bit more control over himself when it came to Winchester, hence why he was the one of them to go and talk to him. As much as he hated him, his hatred was second-hand from what he was told and what he felt from Dean. Sam leaned up to brush his lips against the side of Deans mouth, moving to just barely brush his lips against his.

"I'm fine." Sam told him, nuzzling at him. "Let's track down those vampires and see how we feel once we're there? After that, Cain."

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