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So I was fiddling with an SN snippet from an RP-verse, and decided to add to it with a bit of fic...
As they pulled up in front of Frank's trailer, Dean grunted. Less than two days. That's how long it had been since they'd been here before. They hadn't even made it a hundred miles before they'd come across something weird and unusual. Or in this case, weird and unusual had come across them.
Apparently succubi held grudges. Who knew?
Didn't matter, anyway. Dean was just disgusted by the fact that they were never going to make it to Maine. He was going to talk to Sam and head back to New Orleans, instead. What with all the now-empty mausoleums and tombs, there was bound to be plenty of good hunting nowadays.
But he could convince Sam of that later. Right now he wanted painkillers, stitches and possibly blood. Maybe not in that order.
Glancing over at Sam, he screwed his face up into a snarl. "Don't get too used to driving. If I didn't have a gash the size of the Grand Canyon in my side, you wouldn't be in that seat anyway." Which was extremely unfair, since he'd offered to let Sam drive before that fateful stop at the Truckstop From Hell. That bar in 'From Dusk til Dawn' had nothing on this place. Except possibly the bloodsucking vampires.
But really? The succubi had been bad enough. Even if it would have been a hell of a way to go.
"Did you have to hit every bump on the way here? My spleen is going to fall out of this gaping hole in my side." Dean really didn't do injured very well, all things considered. Or maybe that was just the blood loss talking.
Sam ignored the bitching and slid out of the car to make his way around the other side. And then he listened to more bitching as he helped Dean limp his way up to the door.
It was several minutes before Frank answered, and the look he gave the brothers was something about midway between disgust and resignation. "I swear that just dealing with the half-breeds would have been easier than having the Winchesters showing up on my doorstep all the time. See the sign? Veterinarian." He flashed a bit of fang. "See the teeth? Vampire. Can't you boys go to a doctor like normal mortals?" But he opened the door and let them in.
"Thanks, man. He's cut up." Sam ignored Dean's snarling about giving as good as he got, and dragged him to the same chair Sam had occupied a couple days ago. "And yeah, he'll probably need blood. Can we put it on the same payment plan as before?" Sam looked at Frank, not even marginally kidding.
Dean just snorted. He would have added a whole lot more charm and flirting to that statement. Damned amateurs. "My account, by the way." But he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He didn't notice Sam shaking his head violently.
By the time Dean woke, the stitches and transfusions were long finished. Sam was sitting nearby, rubbing the inside of his arm lightly and watching Dean slowly get his bearings. Dean didn't miss the movements of Sam's fingers.
"Didn't I tell you not to do that?" Dean's growl was a lot less forceful than he would have liked.
Sam just shrugged. "Don't worry, it was just what was owed from before. Seems Frank had a visitor day before last who made a deposit into our 'account'" Sam's face was unreadable, if one didn't know Sam.
But Dean knew his brother. "Dad was here."
He didn't need to see Sam's nod to know he was right.
They stared at each other for a long time, neither saying anything. Finally, Dean reached for Sam's hand, twining fingers in between fingers. "You know, this isn't such a bad place to hang out for a couple days. Especially with a flock of pissed off succubi still roaming about." That wasn't the real reason, but for once, Sam let it go and just nodded.
Besides, it was nice to have almost-free medical for a change.
Because there wasn't enough of Frank around the first time.
As they pulled up in front of Frank's trailer, Dean grunted. Less than two days. That's how long it had been since they'd been here before. They hadn't even made it a hundred miles before they'd come across something weird and unusual. Or in this case, weird and unusual had come across them.
Apparently succubi held grudges. Who knew?
Didn't matter, anyway. Dean was just disgusted by the fact that they were never going to make it to Maine. He was going to talk to Sam and head back to New Orleans, instead. What with all the now-empty mausoleums and tombs, there was bound to be plenty of good hunting nowadays.
But he could convince Sam of that later. Right now he wanted painkillers, stitches and possibly blood. Maybe not in that order.
Glancing over at Sam, he screwed his face up into a snarl. "Don't get too used to driving. If I didn't have a gash the size of the Grand Canyon in my side, you wouldn't be in that seat anyway." Which was extremely unfair, since he'd offered to let Sam drive before that fateful stop at the Truckstop From Hell. That bar in 'From Dusk til Dawn' had nothing on this place. Except possibly the bloodsucking vampires.
But really? The succubi had been bad enough. Even if it would have been a hell of a way to go.
"Did you have to hit every bump on the way here? My spleen is going to fall out of this gaping hole in my side." Dean really didn't do injured very well, all things considered. Or maybe that was just the blood loss talking.
Sam ignored the bitching and slid out of the car to make his way around the other side. And then he listened to more bitching as he helped Dean limp his way up to the door.
It was several minutes before Frank answered, and the look he gave the brothers was something about midway between disgust and resignation. "I swear that just dealing with the half-breeds would have been easier than having the Winchesters showing up on my doorstep all the time. See the sign? Veterinarian." He flashed a bit of fang. "See the teeth? Vampire. Can't you boys go to a doctor like normal mortals?" But he opened the door and let them in.
"Thanks, man. He's cut up." Sam ignored Dean's snarling about giving as good as he got, and dragged him to the same chair Sam had occupied a couple days ago. "And yeah, he'll probably need blood. Can we put it on the same payment plan as before?" Sam looked at Frank, not even marginally kidding.
Dean just snorted. He would have added a whole lot more charm and flirting to that statement. Damned amateurs. "My account, by the way." But he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He didn't notice Sam shaking his head violently.
By the time Dean woke, the stitches and transfusions were long finished. Sam was sitting nearby, rubbing the inside of his arm lightly and watching Dean slowly get his bearings. Dean didn't miss the movements of Sam's fingers.
"Didn't I tell you not to do that?" Dean's growl was a lot less forceful than he would have liked.
Sam just shrugged. "Don't worry, it was just what was owed from before. Seems Frank had a visitor day before last who made a deposit into our 'account'" Sam's face was unreadable, if one didn't know Sam.
But Dean knew his brother. "Dad was here."
He didn't need to see Sam's nod to know he was right.
They stared at each other for a long time, neither saying anything. Finally, Dean reached for Sam's hand, twining fingers in between fingers. "You know, this isn't such a bad place to hang out for a couple days. Especially with a flock of pissed off succubi still roaming about." That wasn't the real reason, but for once, Sam let it go and just nodded.
Besides, it was nice to have almost-free medical for a change.
Because there wasn't enough of Frank around the first time.
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