The next morning, Sam and Dean were both in a good mood and ready to go to school. Sam felt less insecure with himself that morning, and he figured it was because of the relieved sexual tension his body experienced the previous evening.
School went by quickly for the two brothers and immediately after, Sam started looking around for Dean. His brother was usually not one to hang around after school, and Sam was mystified when Dean wasn't anywhere near the Impala. He went back inside the school, which was emptying fast. By the time he made it down a few hallways, the students had all left.
Panic started to well up inside the young Winchester's stomach. Had something happened to Dean? Why else would he disappear like that?
Sam's keen senses heard something coming from the closet several yards away. He took the butterfly knife out of his back pocket and flipped the blade open. He opened the door bravely, ready for an attack. The moment he opened the door, however, he saw that there was no need for the knife.
Dean had his hands entangled in a blond girl's hair, and it was obvious that they were making out before Sam interrupted.
Sam felt a pang of hurt and jealousy the instant he saw the cheerleader-material middle school girl. She couldn't have been any older than fifteen. Instead of making his jealousy obvious to Dean or the girl, Sam shut the door again in retreat. He heard Dean scrambling over the mop bucket in the closet and turning the knob to get out.
"Sammy. Sorry. You ready to go?" Dean sounded oblivious to Sam's hurt feelings.
Sam tried to shrug it off. "Yeah. I'm ready."
Dean stopped during the red light at the intersection and looked over at his little brother. "What's that cold shoulder for, Sammy?"
"Why don't you ask the cheerleader?" Sam quipped.
"Wait a second… Are you jealous? You give me a blowjob and all of a sudden you're gonna be the pissy jealous girlfriend who's always on the rag?"
Sam almost burst into tears over Dean's harsh words. "I just… Wish I didn't have to see it is all, Dean. I'm sorry. I'm just so protective of you, you know? Like you are for me. You're my brother."
Dean crossed the intersection and pulled into the hotel parking lot. "Yeah I know Sammy." The older brother saw the sad look on Sam's face, and had to force himself to remember Sam's sensitive feelings. "Look, if it means that much to you, I'll be more careful that you don't have to see stuff like that, okay?"
Sam nodded and acted like it was a valid solution. When in reality, the only solution to cure his jealousy was for Dean to be his; and only his.
Dean arrived back at the hotel late that evening; he had dark hickeys on his neck and held grocery bags in his hands. "Sammy, I brought us some grub to get us through the week."
Sam rolled his eyes at the obvious half-lie his brother told him. Did he think he was blind? He obviously just got done having sex with somebody. Grocery shopping didn't take four hours, and certainly didn't leave you with hickeys on your neck.
Dean noticed the glare his brother was giving him as he put down the four shopping bags. "Now don't give me that look, Sammy. I thought we had an agreement."
Sam sighed. Dean was right. He shouldn't be upset. But he was.
He shouldn't be jealous. But he was.
...XoXoXo...
Years passed by for Sam and Dean. Sam still occasionally jerked off to thoughts of his brother, but Dean never again let Sam do anything for him. He constantly was disappearing at night, however, and Sam became aware that Dean's hunger for sexual fulfillment was getting worse. Instead of being in a good mood after one of his midnight trysts, Dean would return to the hotel grumpy, edgy, and just all around pissed.
On several occasions Sam tried to approach his brother like he did that one night, but Dean wordlessly refused every time.
Eventually Sam gave up on the hope that his brother would ever allow him to take care of his needs like he did three years ago; the night that Sam still thought of as one of the best nights of his life.
...XoXoXo...
"Hey, I'm Dmitri!" A brunette teenage boy greeted the outrageously tall Sam Winchester.
"Sam." The sixteen year old Winchester boy introduced himself casually.
"I noticed that you're new in town. Do you want to hang with me? I'll show you around." The taller teen looked to be about the same age as Sam, and seemed very friendly. Sam accepted the offer. Although he knew he wouldn't be in this town for much longer than a month, he felt it would be nice to make a friend.
Little did he know that Dmitri was looking for more than just a friend: he was looking for lunch.
"So this is your house, huh?" At the end of their walk around the small town, Sam stood in front of a large yellow house which sat in the middle of the more expensive part of town. The young Winchester suddenly became aware of something sinister going on. He'd learned years ago to trust his instincts, and - please excuse the cliché - Sam's spidey-senses were on the highest alarm setting right now.
He just wondered precisely what kind of monster he was up against. But he didn't really need to know what it wanted; he could sense the hunger from three feet away. He was going to be lunch if he didn't think fast.
"Hey, Dmitri?" Sam addressed his 'friend' just as they were about to enter the house. "I'm actually kind of hungry. You wanna go for some pizza downtown or something? That place on Main looked pretty cool." Sam tried the best he could to be calm and collected. He knew if Dmitri was a vamp, he could hear an accelerated heart rate blocks away.
Dmitri appeared to fall for it, and he shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, I could go for some grub. I'm starving."
I'll bet you are. Sam thought to himself ruefully. He desperately wished that he had one of them fancy cellular phones right about now, so he could call for backup. But there was no back up. No contingency plan. No Dean.
...XoXoXo...
"How's your pizza, Sam?" Dmitri asked from across the table, a cute smirk on his face.
"It's okay." Sam shrugged. "I've had better in Chicago."
"You've been to Chicago? Damn, that's far away from Cali." The teenager looked impressed.
"Yeah, I've been everywhere, Dmitri, you have no idea."
"Have you been to the Grand Canyon? New York City? The Everglades?" Dmitri watched as Sam Winchester nodded 'yes' to all of those destinations. "That's insane. Why travel so much?"
"Well…" Sam leaned forward, his elbows on the table, and his hands folded together. "My dad, my brother and I, we hunt monsters."
Dmitri furrowed his brow. "Monsters."
"Not just monsters; you know, ghosts, creatures, zombies; the whole shebang." Sam found amusement in presenting his hunting résumé to a monster. It was smartest to do it like this in public, that way the monster had little he could do about it alone.
"Huh." Dmitri looked slightly pale after Sam's confession. "I think I've got to go now…"
The teen started to get up from his chair when Sam interrupted harshly, "And let you warn the rest of your people that there are hunters in town? I don't think so. Sit down."
Dmitri scoffed, but he obeyed anyway. He didn't like being bossed around, but he knew this kid meant business.
"Good. Now I know you were planning on eating me, so that makes you a…Vampire?"
The kid nodded once, his face completely grim.
"How many are in your nest? Ten? Twelve?"
"Four: my dad, mom, and my older brother. We were turned by a gypsy caravan full of vamps. It looked like they were on some kind of a spree, trying to turn as many people as they could. It was single most scary thing I'd ever seen in my life."
Sam was shocked to hear of such a thing. Vampires typically didn't go on turning sprees.
"Why should I believe you?"
"Why would I lie to you?" Dmitri countered. "My family and I have been nothing but miserable since the whole thing happened. My dad's resourceful. He's been bringing in stolen donor blood for us to feed on, but it's hard to keep up to the demand; especially for me, I'm in the middle of a growth spurt and I drink almost two liters a day."
Sam's eyes widened. "Wait. You're trying to tell me you haven't fed. Off of a human, I mean?"
Dmitri shook his head. "If it weren't for my mother, we would have taken down half the population of this town by now. She's insisted we not hurt anybody."
"Dmitri," Sam looked the vampire in the eye. "If you're really telling me the truth, then I would have no reason to harm you, understand? …But if you're lying to me, then I'm going to hunt down you and your family, and behead you one by one."
Dmitri gulped, obviously perturbed by Sam's threat. "Sam I swear, we've never hurt anyone. It's just that my mom was away today and I was so hungry… You would have been my first, Sam. I promise."
"Yeah, but what if it hadn't been me, huh? What if you hadn't been dumb enough to pick a hunter as your first kill? Then you would be guilty, Dmitri. You know, from my perspective, you already have blood on your hands."
The young vampire looked down in shame. He had a knot in his stomach, and not from hunger this time. "You're right Sam. I was too weak. I couldn't fight it."
Sam felt surprisingly compassionate towards Dmitri.
"Do you have any idea what it's like though, Sam? Every second of every day I feel like I'm on an adrenaline rush. Every five hours I have to feed or else I will go berserk, and I can hear everything; every heartbeat, every movement, every drop of a pin."
Sam shook his head. "You're right. I have no idea what it's like. And I am willing to let this one slide. I'm going to give you a second chance."
Dmitri sighed in relief. "Thank you, Sam. I won't screw this up. I promise."
"You'd better not." Sam threatened. "If I so much as have a reasonable doubt that you've been killing, I will kill you. No mercy next time. Got it?"