Sam kicked the door open machete in hand as Dean followed up the rear; they searched the house from top to bottom and found the remains of an active nest that had just moved on.

After a thorough search Sam was frustrated at the wasted time and effort, "Dean this was a bust, are you sure Benny was right? Maybe he lied so he could see you again…son of a bitch, I wouldn't put it past him."

"He wouldn't do that and you know it, what Benny and I got is nothing special I told you that. A quick fuck, that's it. You want me to go back to women Sammy or do you have something better to offer?"

Sam gave his brother that maddening eye roll of his, "I don't care what you do, sleep with a monster if you want to."

They stood there staring at each other both deciding if they were going to tangle. The brothers were foolish enough to punch each other but not brave enough to kiss so they both walked away.

Sam doused the old house, burning it down bodies and all then the Winchesters headed back to the motel to come up with a plan.

…..

Dean walked around naked fresh from a shower getting ready to meet Benny. Sam watched his ass move fixated on the round, lily white cheeks slight jiggle as Dean moved.

Dean knew he was watching, that was the point of it all. He wanted jealousy, desire, something to spark a reaction in Sam so he made the first move but it didn't work, it never did.

"So don't wait up, salt the door and…"

Sam waved his fourth beer at his brother, "Yeah I got it just go and get your ass filled."

Dean wavered in the doorway waiting for Sam to call him back, beg him to stay but there was silence, "Ok then, I'll call and check in."

Sam turned up the volume on the TV effectively shutting down the conversation. Dean sniffed and rubbed his eyes mumbling "bitch" under his breath then walked out to the Impala.

He paused to look up at the stars and thought how clean and pure they looked shining down on his shithole of a life, "I guess this close to dying makes a guy sentimental." Dean decided maybe a crappy life was better than no life at all.

…

Benny turned toward his friend and smiled, "Glad you came." He waved the crusty old bartender over and ordered some beers, "I'm looking forward to tonight… I missed you Dean."

As soon as the beers were in front of them Dean got to work on his planning on getting blitzed.

Dean tilted the beer back and emptied the bottle, he slammed it on the bar and turned to Benny, "There was no nest Benny, the whole thing was a waste of time. They must have moved, got any ideas?"

The bartender put another beer in front of Dean and Benny slide over some bills, "You know of any abandoned places around here?" The bartender snatched the money away, why?"

"Don't matter why."

"Well there's the old cannery a few blocks down on the water, boarded up and fenced off. There's the old Myer place at the edge of town, teenagers go there to drink and fuck, that's all I know." He quickly left to end the questioning.

Dean slid his hand between Benny's legs discreetly under the bar and squeezed, the vampire may have been cold but his cock was always hard and hot for Dean, "You wanna go now?"

Benny rolled his eyes toward Dean, "Eager for it Dean?"

"Yeah, I need it bad."

…..

They made it to the alley where Benny slammed Dean against the brick and deftly opened the hunters fly pulling his cock out roughly just how the man liked it, he swung his head around and bared his teeth then licked a trail up the hunters neck, "I should eat you…every inch, I could do it…you hot, twisted bitch."

Dean pushed into the tightened fingers, "I don't care, do it."

It was their game, Benny did it for Dean. The vampire was simple, he wanted to fuck Dean's ass and then have the pleasure of resting beside him and if Benny was lucky he could kiss those plump lips as long as Dean would let him.

Dean needed to feel scared and powerless then coaxed to give in. Benny figured it was something to do with John Winchester or some particular kink he latched onto but he never pried, just gave Dean what he wanted to keep his lover satisfied.

Benny spoke softly in his ear with that deep rumble and sweet accent, "Come for me…come for daddy." Dean squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth hissing slowly as he shot onto the vampires jeans making a mess.

When the second wave came Benny had to hold Dean up as the hunter sobbed against the crook of the vampires neck and whispered, "Stupid weak whore Dean."

Benny was confused because Dean was talking about himself.

Benny tugged harder as he caught the hunter under the arms and let his lover finish; he hugged Dean tight to him. "We can go back and just rest, talk about things alright?"

Dean let Benny guide him back to Impala and even let the vampire drive them to the crappy motel where he had rented a room, it was across town from the Whispering Pines where the brothers were staying and he was happy for that. Dean got his second wind and walked into the room unaided.

He stripped naked and fell back on the bed spreading his legs open, he watched as Benny took off his clothes and carefully laid them over the back of a chair. Dean admired the thickly built body with the even soft covering of chest hair leading to a treasure trail ending at a bush of curls.

The vampire was hung well enough, more thick than long but he satisfied Dean to no end giving inches and girth to the hunter.

Benny looked down at the hunter and was struck by how scared and vulnerable he seemed at that moment, "Dean we should talk."

"Later Benny."

"Now."

He got on the bed next to Dean and held him pulling the stubborn man to his broad chest, "Talk to me about your problems Dean, I have two ears to listen and a shoulder to cry on. Why do you say that crap about yourself…let's start there then get to your heart."

Dean sighed into the cool skin, "It's nothing, just dad and stuff from when Sammy and I were kids. You know, same old thing, dad gets drunk, touches, works up his courage to…you know."

Benny kissed his forehead, "Baby I'm sorry.

Dean didn't want the vampire to feel sorry for him, he was too proud for that. His father was dead and Dean had tried to move on as best he could and tried to help Sam along the way.

"I didn't care about myself Benny but when it was Sam he started on... look I don't want to talk about it anymore, I deal with it and a kink is better than a bullet so drop it."

Dean rolled on his back and stared up at the water stain on the ceiling, "I'm dying."

Benny bolted up, "What? Damn it Dean I knew yesterday there was something wrong with your heart. How long have you know, is there a way to fix this?"

"Since my stint in purgatory, I have congestive heart failure; the blood is from a pulmonary edema. It's getting worse now, I was able to keep it steady for a long time but then the coughing brought the blood and I'm on a fast track to a pine box. I get so tired I'm a liability to Sam, I don't want to be the cause of him getting killed because I dropped the ball on a hunt."

"I don't get it Dean, sure you live a hard life and I know you drink but you're young, so young to be this sick."

Dean snorted, "Well surprise, purgatory will do that to you I guess. You know what the worst part is…leaving Sammy alone. No I take that back, the worst part would be him taking care of me while I take that long slid into the abyss. The thought of him having to feed me or wipe my ass isn't pretty."

Dean covered his mouth and coughed; Benny trailed his nose through the air smelling the copper then grabbed Deans hand staring at the foamy spray, "You can't hide this forever."

"Won't have to, I'll be long gone before Sam has to worry about me. I thought I'd take off and drink myself to death." Dean let out a humorless laugh, "Self medication is the best."

He climbed on top of the vampire and rubbed against him, "Hey let's not waste tonight, make me feel something." Benny reached up and ran a thumb over the hunter's mouth catching the droplets; he sucked them off and closed his eyes. Sick or not Dean tasted like sunshine and whisky, pure and good, "I love you Dean."

"Shut up, you're just saying that because I'm ready to take a dirt nap."

The blue eyes opened and stared into his, "I mean it, I love you like my brother but I love you even more than that. I'm ok with you not feeling the same, hell I'm no prize and if I were you I'd take Sam and never let go."

Dean rose up and positioned the stiff cock, he didn't want lubricant all he wanted was to light his body on fire. Dean shuddered as he slid down inch by painful inch until he hit base. Bracing against the vampire's chest he rode slowly trying to catch his breath on each stroke.

Benny loved the tight, silky feeling of Dean. No one else felt like that, the human was special to him and instead of saying humiliating words he knew Dean wanted he told him what a beautiful creature he was instead.

When it was over he held his friend and whispered, "I won't let you die baby. Sam is going to have you for a long time to come."

…..

Sam stared at the empty double again, missing Dean and cursing himself for being so scared without him. Sam felt if he were a brave and honest man Dean never would have walked out that door to be filled up by the vampire. Sam would be holding him now and whispering to his brother about how sorry he was for the wasted years.

Sam drifted off to sleep and when the nightmare hit vividly detailed this time Dean wasn't there to wake him up and save him from the monster.

TBC