A/N: Sorry its been so long.I haven't been to a computer in forever! I'm sorry all. I'll put up the next two chapters now. How's that? Am I forgiven? lol.

Disclaimer: Blah blah, not mine.. Whatever. Not making money, this is just for all them wincester freaks!. :D

They got back on the road, they decided to get dinner on account of it was getting late. Plus they were getting very hungry. Sitting in a no-name diner Sam asked.

"So, Dean. Do you know where she is?"

"Well, not really Sam. Do I look like a psychic? That's your field buddy. You're the one with the freaky future-dreams"

"Okay, I'm guessing no then. I'll look on my computer at the motel."

After they ate they got up and Dean paid the waitress then they got in the car to go a little farther since there wasn't a motel around there.

Sam kept staring out the window thinking, he was having a hard time with everything that had happend. He knew that what had happend the other night was just a fluke, he knew it couldn't last. How could it? After all that had been happening... although they had went over it all already Dean said he forgave him but to Sam it didn't seem like it was resolved.
What happend you ask? Well...

Fashback sequence here:

Sam looked down at his hands like he had never seem them before, threw the gun on the ground and ran to his brother.

"Dean?! I'm sorry! I didn't... It wasn't supposed to."

Dean laid on the cool, damp ground in a weird position. It looked like he had been in a fight with a demon.
Well, he had. Sorta.

Sam went and got himself in as bait again.. as usual.

And as usual Dean had to come in and save his ass because the wolf-man thing was apperently stronger than Sam. Though you wouldn't be able to tell from this side of things I mean, it was pretty much a big dog and Sam was a big freaking human. He was supposed to just shoot the wolf-man thing and be done with it, in and out no questions asked right?

At least thats what Dean thought. And OF COURSE that couldn't happen, why? because they're Winchesters.. thats right. Bingo. WinchestersInstantly harder cases! Plus it was a wolf-man... that was insane enough.

So the wolf-man thing went for Dean (of course, it couldn't go for Sam), and they fell on the ground in the woods and basically beat the hell out of each other until smart-Sam came out with a gun with silver bullets in it and FINALLY decided to shoot the wolf...

AND his brother apperently.

Dean looked up "You're a damn asshole ya know that?" and tried to get up, but his body said no.

"Let me help you okay?" Sam tried to look at his brothers side where he had accidentally shot him.

"No, you've helped enough already I think" Dean snarled at him and held his side as he got up.

Well, Sam wound up having to stitch Dean up and it wasn't too horribly bad he thought, but boy he knew that it wouldn't go away that easily. His brother tended to hold grudges for a while.

Dean looked over to Sam and he could tell from the look on his face that he wanted to talk. He tried to ignore it and kept his hands on the wheel while trying not to look toward his brother again.

"Dean.."

"No. We're not going over it again. I told you I was sick of being on the road all the time and I wanted to have a break after the last case, thats it."

"Thats not what I meant...But I was thinkin"

"Stop Sam." Dean was getting angrier.

"No Dean, You keep saying it's alright but you don't act like it. And whats with this new thing we got into?"

"What are you talking about Sam. I told you I. Don't. Want. To .Talk. About. It. What new thing?" Dean measured out his words carefully, he didn't really want to blow up right now.

"Dean, I keep trying to tell you. I have found out that I want to be with you and I want to say sorry. You won't ever let me apoligize."

Dean didn't feel like he could hold it in much longer. He let some anger out.

"STOP IT SAM! You keep apoligizing and what good does it do?! None! Did it help get our money back from that damn pool shark when you decided to get your ass in trouble?! Who decided that he should try to start hustling?! Who SHOT who?! Did Saying sorry help how much it hurt?! NO. SO STOP."

Sam knew that he should shut up and keep his mouth shut but he couldn't, it seemed like his mouth just couldn't stop.

"But Dean--"

"SAM!"

Sam knew that by now Dean was already blowing up and that his temper was really unpredictable. Who knew what Dean would do once he got started. Well he figured that he'd throw him out of the car again.. it happens when they get in a fight on the road but Dean never left him on the side of the road again. AND Sam, his big mouth wouldn't stop himself this time.

"Dean just let me--"

"Out."

Sam looked confused. The Impala fell to a screeching halt and Sam almost hit his head on the dash because of it.

"Get out. NOW."

Dean had fallen off the edge, he was mad and Sam didn't know what he'd do. Sam looked at his brother carefully.

"What do you--"

"GET OUT SAM!"

Sam got out and Dean quickly shut the door behind him and locked it.

"DEAN! Let me in! Come on..." Sam was on the edge of begging. "Please?"

"NO! You don't deserve it. You stay out there until you decide that you should shut your mouth! Suffer the consequences for once Sam!"

"What?! You're an asshole! LET ME IN! It's freaking cold out here.."

"NO." Dean sat back in his seat prepared to let Sam stay out there all night if he had to. Sam sat down on the ground with his head up against the door, he banged his head once and Dean yelled at him through the window to quit.

Soon Dean got irritated because it was starting to rain.

"OF COURSE! Now he'll want in worse and I'll have to let him in cause I don't want my leather wet!" Dean growled irritatedly.

What he didn't know was that Sam had been working his way over to the drivers side and while Dean went over to the other side to open the window Sam jumped in and shut the door. Dean whirled around and yelled.

"GET OUT! You aren't allowed in now. Are you going to shut up?!"

"No! You listen to me..." Sam tried to work his way into the one sided conversation. "I want to talk..."

"YOU ALWAYS WANT TO TALK! I don't want to talk! ALL you're gonna do is ask me to forgive you and I'm tired of hearing it! I CANNOT Stand it anymore! Sam you're so fucking sad. I fucking sick of this shit! GET OUT!" Dean jumped on Sam and tried to push him out the door.

It was raining pretty hard by this time but Dean didn't care he was mad.

"GET OUT!"

"NO!" Sam overpowered Dean and pushed him out the door instead and locked the door. So Dean was stuck out in the rain this time. This didn't help Dean's anger.

"SAM! LET ME IN!"

"No! Stay out! Now I'm fucking mad at you!"

After a few minutes out in the rain Dean looked at Sam through the window and smirked. He remembered something, pulled his keys out of his pocket and jingled them in the air.

Dean opened the door and shoved Sam backwards inside. He was mad but he had calmed down a little.

They sat in a stony silence for a while before Sam spoke up.

"Dean."

Dean's eyebrow quirked and he turned toward Sam. "Are you sure you wanna go down this road again? I was just calming down."

"Yes. I know. I'm so-- Uhh... We do need to talk about something."

"WHAT." Dean said a bit louder than nessicary.

"What is this thing between us? Have we decided that it's okay? I want it to be okay."

"It's not. It's wrong Sam. I can't do it, I've been telling myself for years not to think of you that way and I just can't"

"WHY? I want it why can't you just..."

Sam leaned in to Dean and tried to kiss Dean. Dean pushed him back.

"No. No Sam. What happend the other night is just... wrong. We can't do it. It's wrong."

"Screw wrong. I want you." Sam leaned in and kissed Dean. It was soft and slightly needy. Dean didn't respond and after a few seconds of trying to get a response out of him Sam pulled back and hung his head, seemingly in shame.

"So you don't love me I guess?"

Dean looked over at his brother with wide eyes. "I do, you know I do. I'd do anything for you."

"Let's just get going." Dean said and put the car in gear. Sam knew that Dean's words signaled that that was the end of this conversation. Sam knew that he should shut up and now his mouth seemed to be listening to his brain so he shut up and just let Dean drive.

When they got inside the first thing Sam did was grab his laptop. After about 20 minutes Sam looked up. "Are you sure you don't have any idea?"
Dean looked up from the bed he was lying down on thinking. "No Sam. I don't even really know if we should be looking for her."

Sam went back to typing.

After another 30 minutes of hearing Sam type in random intervals.

"AHA!"

Dean jumped up. "Good God Sam! What'd you get?"

"Well, there aren't that many things known about Vampanyes. They are a different breed of vampires. They are more inhuman Yet, they look more human than not. Weird. Anyways, the ledgen goes that the first Vampanye was a human first. They are all named for specific reason, or in the last queen of the vampires case she was re-named once she joined the clan."

"Why was she re-named? What happend?"

"Let me finish, I'll explain. The First king of the vampyres was Cyril. That means 'lordly'. He is the king." Sam looked at the website again. "Uhh.. wait, he was the king. He died but it never says how except, by a vampire hunter. After he died his wife, Regina--meaning queen-- ruled. She was very reveared and respected even though..."

Dean looked up. "What?!"

"Well, heres where I explain her re-name-age. Her surname was Amy, which means beloved, She was named that because she was the only child in her family. Her mom couldn't have anymore after that and died of some disease. Soon after that when she was in her teens she met Cyril and without knowing he was so much as a king never mind a Vampyre King she fell in love with him and they married. Anyways, Cyril loved her and gave her some of his blood so that she could become a half-vampire half-human. She was accepted without warmth into the clan because most vampyres hate humans. Then when she gained the respect of the clan and then joined the clan they re-named her Regina. The vampire blood in her sustained her life for many hundreds of years and after Cyril died she ruled for well over 400 years. Then she died."

Dean was confused. (A/N: Are you? If its too confusing you can Message me about it) "So who's the King or Queen now or whatever now?"

"Well.. It's... Hmm. She's actually considered a goddess. Her name is Leila which means 'Dark as Night'. Her father Cyril was King of the Vampyres. She is a Vampanye, as she told you."

Dean interrupted "Wait. How? You said her dad was a vampyre"

"Hello. Stop interrupting. Her mother Regina was a human so in the first place Leila was part vampyre and part vampyre/human. But, Leila wanted to be stronger I guess, I don't know, anyways she got turned. Ledgen says that she studied witchcraft and all that sort then went to 'The Queen of Magic, Faeries and Mythical Creatures' and got turned into a Vampyre/Human/Psychic/Magical Queen, thats why she looks human, shes part human. She called herself a Vampanye, I'm not sure why, it was just different than vampyre I guess. Anyways she's supposedly the first Vampanye to rule the vampyre kingdom. Well, She's the first vampanye, period."

Dean snorted "So that's her? Is that the chick that's been fuckin up our lives?"

"I guess, did she ever say anything about being a queen?"

Dean thought for a minute, and after a few minutes of hard thinking he came up with one thing. "She said that she was one of the most importent person I'll ever meet and well.. I don't know. She said that she's 'above all' and 'knows all'.. She's a bitch is all really I know. So?"

"That's all she said? Well.. it seems like she was leaving clues, or else she didn't expect you to figure it out at all anyways. So What?"

"What else?"

Sam clicked on different things finally finding one general description of vampanyes and the sort. "I found a general description of her behavior from what other people have seen, heard and whats all in different stories and ledgens."

Dean waited impatiently while sitting on his bed. Sam kept looking at his screen with his back against the headboard.

"Vampanyes are generally different, obviously."

"So observant Sammy." Dean kidded.

"Shush!" came Sams reply. "Vampanyes are sadistic, they mostly like to play sick and twisted mind games. AND, they have powers that regular vampires don't."

Dean jolted, he covered his reactions quickly, "Like what? We talkin Superman kinda stuff?"

"Kinda of. They can leap farther and faster, some say that they can fly. They can do spells, but not like Harry Potter wand stuff. Its wordless mind magic. They seem to disappear suddenly, They're never in the same place for very long. You know the old myth about how vampyres can turn into bats? Okay that's crap right? Well, vampanyes take it a step up, they can change form, although it doesnt say for sure what.The form changing is due to their magics from the faeire queen chick. No one knows where they all -vampyres and vampanyes- live as a clan. An old story says that its on some spanish sounding island that no ones ever heard of... Oh, and they can read minds."

Dean jumped up, he was in full freak-out mode.
"Damn, I knew it! Thats how she got me! Thats how she knew it all, that son of a bitch... wait"

Sam looked up "What?"

"What do you mean 'they'? Why do you keep saying 'they'?" Dean was standing over Sam now and was looking over his shoulder.

"Because while Leila is the first one she is not the only one. She has sired more, trained them to be her own breed and she may even have a child by now. She is over 400 years old, But, thats all anyone knows about her and the vampanyes. Well, except that there isn't very many of them yet."

"How do we kill her, Sam?"

"Uhh..." Sam was bewildered, did Dean think that Sam was a miracle worker? Just that information had taken over an hour of researching and reading. "Not think about staking her?"

Dean walked into the middle of the room and started to pace, thinking about ways to kill her. "You're getting dumber Sam"

"It could only be your fault!" Sam pouted.

Dean stopped in his tracks, he turned toward Sam to see him pouting like a 5 year old.

"Real nice. So mature" Sam stuck out his tongue at his brother.

Dean Smirked "Next time, I'll bite it." Sam smiled slyly

"Is that a promise or a threat?"

"You are turning into a nympho Sam, all you think about is sex." Dean retorted

"Uh, no that's you. You interpret everything as something sexual. Plus if you'd do something about it I probably wouldn't think about it so much."

They faced each other from separate beds, Dean sat on the edge of his bed.

"No sam. Absolutely not. I know what'll happen and we're not talking about it anymore that is the end of it."

Sam looked downtrodden... He thought something had changed, but he decided that it must have just been one of those things. They were both weak at the time and you know they both hadn't even been around a girl in a while so, Sam chalked what happend up to Deans libido.

"Well.. lets get this sucker." Dean said invading Sam's thoughts.

"Yeah but how Dean?" Sam said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Sam, you think too much." Dean said and then got up and walked into the bathroom, it was getting late and they needed to get into bed but he needed a shower first.

"I'm gonna take a shower before I go to bed" Dean stated, Sam laid on his bed and saw Dean take off his shirt while on his way to the bathroom.
Sam watched Dean while seemingly not trying to give out the join-me-in-the-shower vibes, it was hard not to see them. 'maybe I want to see them.' He thought.

Sam tried not to think while he took off his own shirt and pants so that he could sleep.
'Why does everything seem sexual with him? Even when he doesn't mean to he just throws off sex vibes. Although I don't think that I should be looking for them. STOP SAM!'

Dean walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water first, he couldn't wait to feel it. He'd been so stressed lately he could feel the knots in his back and neck.
Plus this whole new thing with his brother. ' No. It's not a thing. It's not a relationship. Forget it. He doesn't know what he wants, he needs normal. He needs a girl. STOP DEAN!' He berated himself while he thought about it all as he finished undressing and stepped in the shower and felt the steam already rolling out of the shower.
After a few minutes he looked down at his arm and saw his cuts from just a few days ago, already they were beginning to heal.

'They're almost healed. I swear I won't do it again.'

He knew that he couldn't anyways, after finding out that Sam had been doing it too? How could they have hidden that from each other for so long? He couldn't let Sam know, he couldn't let Sam see how weak he was.

'I have to take care of Sammy better now, I can't worry about myself. I need to help him, to make up for everything I didn't do back then.'

He shook his head quickly to knock lookse his emo/hero thoughts.

'I keep acting like this and I might as well grow boobs and shave my legs.' He thought about how much of a surprise that'd be to Sam. He laughed in spite of himself.

He washed his hair and climbed out of the shower.

Dean has decided that dispite what he thought he wanted he was gonna have some fun. And if Sam was game then that was cool.

Dean put on boxers and an undershirt and walked out. He saw Sam lying on his stomach with his back to him on the computer. 'Always on that thing' He smiled and walked over to the bed and stood there, waiting.

"Ahem!" He coughed outloud.

Sam looked up and turned his head around. "What?"

"Sam, all I can say is that that better not be porn."

His brother smiled slightly but said with an indignant tone in his voice.

"Dean, unlike some people I don't need porn. That is a sad excuse of an imitation. I don't need it. I'd rather have the real thing."

"Mmhmm. It better not be any guys, I'll shoot you."

Sam turned over and laughed. "Are you jelous? Of what?"

"Psht, no... Of course not. What do you think? Sam, you're just not allowed to be lookin at guys is all."

"Haha, you're jelous and posessive as well. You're also whining. What about girls?" He raised an eyebrow inquisitivly.

"I am not whining! and what about girls? They're good but no matter what, I'm better. Not like I really care what you do though.."

Sam smirked. Dean looked down at Sam on the bed, right in front of him. He could jump on him right now and take him, but he decided against it. He thought that Sam looked wonderful just like that, lying on his back staring at him with eyes mixed with love and lust. Dean pulled off his towel to reveal boxers underneath and got on the bed to sit on Sam's stomach.

"I don't need to whine, you're going to. You're so bottom."

"Whoah! No. No way. You are bottom. I am not the girl here" he pouted.

"Sam have you been listening to yourself lately? You are a freaking woman." He paused between each word of his last sentence to accentuate his point. "And you have more chick-flick moments than anyone I've ever known."

"Nu-uh I do not. Anyways, why do you figure me for bottom? You can't say it's because you're older, that's not fair." --he's still pouting and now he's whining--

"Well, I am older which means Im always right. But, you're not whining now are you?"

"No, I'm not like 5. I'm pouting" He whined, then whinced when he realized how childish he sounded.

"Stop pouting you girl. You're like a 5 year old girl I swear. Sam"

Just then Sam reached up, grabbed Dean by the shoulders and rolled them over so that Sam was the one on top . It had happend so quickly that Dean was caught by surprise. Sam bit Dean's neck, not too hard but hard enough.

"Ah! Sam,You just bit me? Are you trying to eat me or something? Sorry dude, cannibalism is not my thing." He smiled while saying it.

"Now who's whining?" Sam smiled.

Dean was happy that he could make Sam happy and smiling now. Dean dispite how he acted could melt inside from just one look from his baby brother.

'I'm turning into a chick' he thought slightly bitterly.

Dean got harder as Sam tugged off his shirt and proceeded to press himself down until he could lick at Dean's throat, as the tip of Sams tongue touched his jugular Dean moaned.

Sam lightly bit near Deans collar bone. Dean hissed and leaned his head back farther encouragingly. Sam bit on the skin that was pulsing and sucked, pretty hard, causing a hickey. They both knew it'd be there for a while from how it felt and looked. Then Sam moved lower and took the older mans left nipple in his mouth, he could hear Deans breath hitch, just the reaction he wanted. Dean arched into Sam's touch.

Sam leaned over to Deans ear and whispered "You like that?".

Dean groaned out a yes, it was caught at that moment in Sams mouth as he kissed Dean, their hands wandered over each others upper bodies. Sam's hands mapped their way over Deans body feeling his upper half, then he leaned forward up to face Dean, he kissed his neck and then he bit his neck again, for some reason Sam really liked Dean's neck. Dean had his hands tangled in Sams hair and reached one hand on the back of his neck and pulled Sam into him. Sams hands roamed all over Deans torso and face, they stopped right at Deans waistband.
Dean wanted more and Sam wanted it badly.
One look from one to the other and they knew.

They were not ready.

Sam laid on his stomach on top of Deans, with his head on his brothers chest. Dean lifted Sams head by his chin and looked at his little brother tenderly, well, in a man-way. ((What is a man-way anyway?))

"We need to stop, Sam" came the official tone of an older brother.

"I know" Sam said reluctantly and looked down.

"We need to figure stuff out and we're on a hunt right now so we should probably focus on that"

Sam understood.
It was Dean who even though he fed Sam this bullshit still didn't understand but, he ignored it.

"We need to get up early. Let's go to bed."

"Yeah, I know, I got a bit destracted. I was ready to go to bed earlier."

"I noticed, thanks, your observations are always so...obvious."

"Dumbass"

"Bitch"

"Jerk"

"Ass"

"You like it though" Sam grinned coyly. Dean laughed and turned over to get up to go to his own bed, he had his legs over the side of the bed and was starting to sit up when Sam stopped him. He put his hand on Deans shoulder and almost pulled him backwards.

"Sleep in my bed tonight. I'm afraid of the nightmares. They've been getting worse lately." He said.

Dean knew that instead of encouraging Sams incestual behaviour that he needed to discourage it, and that little makeout episode didn't help... but Dean decided to be the big brother now and said "Okay."
He leaned backwards and got back into the bed, he rolled over to face Sam. Sam turned over on his back and reached over to turn off the lamp on the side table. He turned back on his side facing toward Dean.

"Goodnight Dean" Dean traced a ghost of a kiss over Sams lips.

"Goodnight, Sammy" He whispered softly.

For the first night in a long time Sam did not have a nightmare.

And so!! What do you think? Worth the 5 month wait?!

Review! Lots O' Love!
Leila