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Naked Desire

Blood Lust

Dean wiped the blood out of his eyes. At his feet the Vampire's body lay spurting the last of the arterial blood from the severed carotid artery. All the straw on the barn floor was soaked with blood. Dean lifted a foot and knocked off a clump of the sticky straw.

"Are we done here, Sam?" He yelled and his brother answered from further back in the darkened barn.

"Just letting out the pantry, Dean," Sam yelled back. A rush of panicked blood covered humans rushed for the open door.

Dean waited for Sam to join him. "That's it, right? How many vampires, how many humans?"

Sam looked around at the bodies everywhere. "I got three myself and I let eight humans out of the cage. No one growled or tried to bite me so I'm pretty sure they were really still human."

Dean grunted and put the machete over his shoulder. "I took out three myself so that makes a nest of six. Is that about right?"

Sam rubbed his face with his sleeve. "Good, I hope so. I want to get this crap off me. Any other ones left will have to chase my ass down."

Sam headed for the door, throwing anything heavy that came to hand at the barn wooden shutters. When he was lucky the shutters would bust open with a crash and purifying light washed the building's floor.

Dean looked around. "Big clean up here, Sam. Where are you going?"

Sam stopped and looked back. "I'm going to go wash this blood off in the creek. This place can burn for all I care."

"Not such a bad idea, little brother." Dean smiled and said "I'm right behind you.

Behind them the old barn went up like a beacon. The damp New England woods shrugged off the threat of fire. It had rained a lot that October.

Sam never stopped. He walked straight into the stream tumbling over the mossy rocks. He paused only to remove his boots then walked straight into the water. It was cold but it was also clean.

Dean stood and watched as his brother stripped in the water. Sam's clothes got thrown to the edge of the water as he rinsed the blood away. Dean watched the red tendrils float down stream, sliding over rocks and disappearing.

Sam stood naked in the water. He dipped his head down over and over until the water ran clear then stood with his eyes closed in a patch of October sun. The light glittered on the water and on Sam's wet skin.

Dean couldn't take it anymore. He started stripping himself, rinsing each piece of clothing in the stream creating his own tendrils of red stain. Naked he went toward his brother, dipping into the cold water as he approached.

When he reached Sam the man took him in his arms and they clung together in the sun, shaking and cold and whispering promises to each other.