Sam pretended he was asleep when Dean got back early that morning. He cracked a lid and watched as his brother stripped and went right to the shower. Sam got up and searched his pockets. For what exactly he didn't know, then he found the match book for the motel across town.

His long fingers turned it over and over then slipped it back in the pocket. Sam could smell the raunchy odor of come inside Dean's jeans and figured it was a mix of his brothers and the vampires. The thought of Benny taking Dean that way caused his stomach to turn. Sam ran out in his boxers and vomited into a bush lined up with the patio.

He stepped back inside only to find Dean holding a towel around his waist watching him with curiosity, "You drank too much last night baby boy?"

Sam wiped a dirty t shirt over his mouth, "Something like that."

Then Dean smelled it, the rankness of old semen wafting up from his jeans, he quickly stuffed them in a laundry bag. "Sorry I'll do a load, they got a Laundromat here…you want me to wash your stuff?"

Sam snapped, "No, I don't want that gross shit on my clothes." He was sorry as soon as he said it.

Dean's attempts at cheerfulness faded replaced by hurt and embarrassment. He grabbed some clean boxers, turned away and slipped them on then stood there a moment with slumped shoulders, "I need comfort…I'm sorry it bothers you so much." Dean got dressed, gathered his clothes and left to throw in a load.

….

When he got back Sam was in the shower and Dean was relieved, he couldn't take the stress of his brother's anger toward him for a list of reasons real and imaginary. Sam wasn't one for apologies or cutting Dean a break when he needed one the most, he had given up on Sam's soft side a long time ago.

…

They went to the cannery first, Dean cut the lock and the brothers kicked in the plywood boarded over a broke window. Sam waved Dean around the other side to start a sweep and meeting somewhere in the middle.

Dean wove his way through the main room quickly checking under rusty old machines covered in pigeon crap. He tried his best not to breath it all in but a man had to have air and Dean's was in short supply.

He coughed into a handkerchief and saw the pink tingled bubbles, "Damn it…not now!"The hunter balled it up and tossed it behind some crates. They had coated themselves with vamp ashes before entering to throw off the scent of human but now Dean just rang a dinner bell and if any vamps were near he knew they were screwed.

….

Sam pressed against the pillar and waited as one trailed its nose through the air catching a scent, the female didn't see it coming. Her head went sailing and bounced off the wall, after that it was on. Two males came barreling down on Sam, he took care of one but another pounced bringing Sam to the cement.

"Hey asshole!"

The vampire turned just in time to see Dean before his head separated from his body. Sam pushed it off and got up, "They came from that door there."

…..

They found four more resting but when Dean walked in it was as if a switch turned on inside them focusing on him in particular figuring he was easy pickings.

Sam swung lopping off a head; he couldn't believe how they went after his brother ignoring him all together, "Hey over here!"

Two broke off leaving one for Dean; he swung and missed tumbling to floor gasping for air. The vamp sat on top of him and mocked the hunter, "You're the traitors whore…if you like vamp cock so much maybe I can oblige."

Dean swung and connected but all the punch did was make him work that much harder to breath, he gasped, "I'm no one's whore."

The vampire tore open Deans shirt and ran cold fingers over his skin, "not much left inside of you…sluggish blood and dying heart but sooo pretty."

He sliced a sharp nail over the hunters chest and tasted him, he spat out the blood in disgust, "Too close to dead man's blood," he bent down and whispered, "how is it your still alive?"

Sam was working on the last one when he caught the words but was too busy to process them; he grabbed the male by the hair and swung.

Dean laid there as Sam knelt next to him, "Dean we have to get out of here."

He wrapped his arms around Sam's neck feeling shame for his weakness. He was carried out like an invalid and put in the back of the Impala like child. Dean's worst fears were coming true, Sam had to save him.

….

His eyes fluttered open and closed again, "Am I dead?" He heard Sam's voice, "I hope not because then I'm dead and we're haunting a shitty motel room." Dean chuckled, "Yeah that would suck."

He felt a warm towel wipe his face; it felt comforting as Sam worked gently with no questions fired at Dean. He fell back asleep into a blessed, dreamless darkness.

….

Dean woke up feeling better; the smell of coffee did the trick. Sam splurged on the fancy stuff and the two take out containers sat on the little table by the window, "Come on Dean get up, your foods getting cold."

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and yawned loudly, "How long was I out?" Sam shrugged, "Long enough…eat."

"Yes sir."

They sat there looking out the window, both eating their food slowly, the silence was terrible and Dean was the one that broke it, "Sammy we have to talk about you're nightmares."

Sam paused in mid bite then kept eating, "No we don't Dean."

"I need to help you through this."

Sam's features hardened, "Dean I can handle it."

Dean snorted, "Yeah sure that's why you scream and cry every night in your sleep, what he did to you was …"

Sam shoved his food away in disgust, "Shut up I survived it ok?"

"Barely, you were in the hospital for weeks! Sam I barely survived without you and he tried to take you away from me." Dean ran his fingers over a scar on Sam's hand, "I can't live without you, I won't."

Sam changed the subject, "What happened at the cannery Dean? You collapsed and you couldn't breathe. Hell you slept for over a day. You had blood on your mouth now explain that."

Dean gave him the patented Dean Winchester grin, "Wow mom sorry I'm worn the hell out and I got clocked in the mouth, I'm not a kid Sammy back off. I'm fine, just really tired right down to my bones."

Sam watched Dean pick at his food, something was wrong because his brother never met a meal he didn't like, "What did that vamp mean about dead man's blood and all that other crap?"

Dean rubbed the cut on his chest, "Don't know what you mean, I think you were a little busy Sam. When you're fighting a monster sometimes you don't hear so well."

Sam grabbed his face and searched the big green eyes for a lie but he knew if there was one Dean could hide it and he would never know, "Please be honest, I need to know if something's wrong."

Dean gave him a wink and a smirk, "I'm five by five Sammy, don't worry about me."

….

Dean waited for Benny outside the motel across town, he didn't see the vampire coming instead he got a bear hug from behind and lifted off his feet. When the beard dragged over his neck it tickled and Dean laughed, "Put me down damn it!" Benny put him back on his feet then pushed him into the room.

They both quickly stripped and tumbled to the bed groping and kissing in a blind lust until Benny took charge and buried his face between the hunters legs breathing in the scent of his lover, "Damn you smell sweet… glad you didn't shower, I like you just a little dirty."

Dean thrust his hips slapping the vampire in the face with his long cock begging for attention, "Hurt me Benny make me feel something."

"No."

Dean felt a flash of anger, "What do you mean?"

"I mean I won't hurt you…I won't talk down to you anymore either. I don't like it and you don't deserve it. Dean you can put any spin you want on this but in the end of the day this isn't me. If I love someone I only have tender feelings, it's hard for me to do those things."

Dean sat up and covered himself, the shame he was so familiar with creeping in, "Alright we can do it straight." Benny gently pushed him back again, "There isn't anything straight about what I'm going to do to you."

Benny licked his fingers and slipped them snuggly between the cleft of the hunters ass, "I'll be gentle with your heart," Dean felt cool lips press against his ear; "I'm going to save you."

TBC