Note: ok, altyronsmaker was having a bad day and asked for vamps or brothers...I decided to give her both :) I've never written spn before (actually, this is the first post partially outside the buffyverse EVER! eep!) and this was a quickie, so be kind ;)

thanks to nyghtpet for looking it over for me.

Dean jolted from a deep sleep, yanked conscious by some instinct that had his fist tightening around the knife under his hand as he spun upright.

There was a man sitting on Sam’s empty bed, weight shifted forward and eyes pinned on his in a way that was too intent to match the casual posture.

Dean resisted the urge to look around the room for Sammy.

He recognized this guy, and that made him twice as reluctant to let his attention wander.

“Vampire.”

The thing cocked its head and smiled. “Wondered if you’d worked that out.”

“Anybody can drink that much whiskey and never take a piss ain’t natural.”

The demon startled Dean by laughing. “Knew I picked you for a reason.”

“Funny, I didn’t think you people were too picky about who you ate.”

There was a flash of amusement and then the slide into one of the teasing expressions that had clouded his judgment the night they met. That look, and way too much liquor.

They’d run into these guys a few towns back. This one with the bad bleach job, and his friend. He and Sam had arrived in this one-horse town only to find that the problem that had drawn them there had mysteriously been resolved.

There had only been one bar in town, and there had only been two other patrons. Their names were kinda campy and they bitched at each other like a couple of old queens, but a few drinks later, Dean and Spike were bonding over old bar fights and he decided they were men’s men after all.

A couple twelve more, there was a friendly hand in his lap and he was reconsidering the meaning of the phrase.

It was the contact that had sparked something in his inebriated mind. The guy was cold…or at least, noticeably cooler than his own flushed skin. And though he’d been matching Dean drink for drink at least, he was still sober.

Three sheets to the wind, Dean had gotten them out of there with surprisingly little fuss, and as soon as they were sober (…the next day), they left town.

Now he understood why it had been so easy to go.

If this demon thought they were fucking now that he knew the truth, it had another thing coming.

They moved at the same time—Spike shifting slowly to move to Dean’s bed, just as Dean darted forward with the knife, aiming low…aiming for the gut, aiming to incapacitate. In a heartbeat, he found himself on his stomach, arm twisted to the breaking point and knife wrested from his grip.

The demon was pressed against his back…pressed against his ass…and the flush of heat he felt was definitely not welcome.

Spike’s voice came low and close against his ear. “Should’ve known you wouldn’t just roll over like your brother.”

Dean bucked hard, not sure whether it was a taunt or an explanation of what’d happened to Sam, and pissed off either way. The struggle ended when his arm was twisted further, bones on the verge of snapping. A bony knee dug into his hamstrings, subduing his legs.

When the fight temporarily left him, the pressure eased, pain receding.

That was when he heard what he’d missed before.

It was Sammy. The cries were ambiguous, but of course he took them for pain…until he heard the murmur of the demon traveling with this one. The grunting. The whimpering.

The squeaking of bedsprings.

He strained the angle of his head where it was pressed to the mattress and finally registered the door to the adjoining hotel room, jimmied open.

Distracted by the sound of Sam, the fight went out of him, labored breathing turning to a shudder at one particularly pleading cry.

“Will you listen to that. They’re certainly getting along. Just like me to pick the difficult one.” The cool breath ghosting over his neck gave way to the scrape of teeth…his struggle this time only succeeded in putting friction on his trapped erection. He stifled a moan.

“’Salright, though. I do love a good challenge.”