onlytobenormal | a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

Possessive, aren't you. [He stood close to her, just looking out. He kind of didn't mind this... the water, being out on a boat. Could get used to it... Especially with the way his sister was holding on to him. That typically made things even nicer.]

You just noticing that? [She gave him a playful look. Dean had never been the possessive type. Until now, anyway. Sam, as usual, was different from everyone else she'd been with. Broke all her personal rules.]

I've had my suspicions for awhile, dude. Or maybe like my entire life. [Maybe not the same type of possessive as it was now, but it was obvious things had always been different between him and Dean, that Dean wanted him close. Hell, he was pretty sure most siblings didn't take it so personal when their baby brother decides to go away to college, like Sam had intentionally been leaving Dean and not a life he hadn't been able to stand.]

[It was the suddenness of the leaving and not knowing about it beforehand, coupled with Sam breaking off communication after that worried Dean more than the actual leaving. She could tell he hated the life. It was hard to miss how unhappy he was. And God knew he wouldn't have liked it at first, but she thought -- she hoped -- that if he'd come to her first and explained, she'd have come to grips with it and helped.]

Well, you've always been mine. So there.

[At the time, he hadn't thought Dean would be in his corner, that he'd try to keep him from leaving the same as Dad had. It had just been... well, a shitty time all around and he'd been angry pretty much constantly. Hadn't made entirely smart decisions at the time or after, when he'd been too busy licking his wounds and being bitter that Dean had just let him go like that, let Dad kick him out. But... at least in the end, it had worked out. They were together and still going strong.]

Yeah, yeah... I am. [He rolled his eyes affectionately, squeezing her hand in his.] Even the times you've been a jerk, man.

[Dean was just glad to be past it. She'd much rather have Sam with her and happy than fighting. She'd missed him too much to let him go again.]

I am not a jerk, bitch. [She answered, squeezing his hand back.] Fortunately, I love you anyway.

[He pulled a face at that.] Don't call me a bitch. [He used her hand to tug her back against him, smiling a little bit.] Hm, guess I am though. [Pretty fortunate.]

You started the name-calling, Sasquatch. [She laughed when he pulled her closer and happily fitted herself in against his side, one arm wrapping around his waist, her cheek resting on his chest. The boat was approaching the dock at Alcatraz island. She glanced up at him with an amused smile.] You guess you're a bitch?

[He rolled his eyes at that.] No, you ass. [He flashed a sheepish smile because-- normally he wasn't inclined to saying crap like this, stuff that should probably just be understood, but...] I'm lucky... [and if that wasn't clear enough-] to have you.

[And thankfully, they were almost there and they could focus on sniffing out ghosts, not... stuff he was sure would be used as fuel for teasing later.]

[Aww. She grinned at that sheepish look and wrapped both arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Yeah, she probably should toss off a joke about it, but she couldn't make herself do it. Liked hearing it too much.] I guess we both are.

[He returned the hug lightly, leaning in to press his lips to her forehead quickly.] Almost there... ready to see if we spot any ghosts?

Definitely. Let's get crackin'! [She grinned and bounced eagerly on the balls of her feet. As soon as the boat docked, she took his hand again and headed down to the exit ramp.]

[He followed her down, letting their fingers tangle. Still felt weird to do that... a little sappy. It was good though, getting to act like a normal couple.]

[It made her happy to hold onto him in some way. In crowds like this, the hand seemed easiest. Down on the island, she looked around for which direction to go.] Inside to the theater or up to the cells?

[He gave a thoughtful hum, looking around.] The cells. Let's check the cells. [And gave her hand a light tug to follow--only fair after she'd been dragging him all over.]

[Dean happily let Sam tug her along, following as closely as she could while her head turned every which way to take in all the sights as they walked. It was a nice day, fortunately. Sunny and cool.]

[It definitely was a nice day out-- weather-wise and just... in general too. Nice to hang out with Dean, no matter what they did or how she looked. Even better when they were checking out something they'd both kind of wanted to see.] Glad you suggested going out today, dude.

Me too. I'm having a good time. [She squeezed his hand lightly, smiling up at him. It wasn't often they got to do fun things just for the sake of having a good time.]

[He returned that smile, laughing under his breath.] Dude, haven't seen you smile this much in-- a long time. [Not those kinds of smiles anyway, the ones that plainly said she was happy.]

[She shrugged, blushing a little and looking down.] Don't get a lot of reason to, usually. Unless I'm here with you.

[He looked a little sheepish at that, himself and he nudged her lightly with his elbow.] Yeah... Happy when you're around too, dude.

Good, that means you'll buy me ice cream later. [She teased, grinning at him. She couldn't stay serious that long. It wasn't in her DNA.]

[As they entered the main cell block building, they passed a person handing out little headphone devices that would narrate a tour for each person. Dean glanced at Sam.] Tour or no tour?

How do you figure that? [He nudged her.] You already got chocolate anyway! A lot of it.

[He gave a thoughtful hum when they were inside and shook his head.] Think we know enough about the place, right? Unless you want to hear it.

[She laughed at his nudge. Sam just enjoyed pretending he didn't want to do things for her, she thought. Contrary brat!] Nah, I'm good without the tour. [She waved off the recording politely and walked deeper into the prison with Sam.]

[Yeah... okay, he liked doing things for her, even if he did complain a little. He'd probably get her that ice cream if she actually wanted it whenever they got back... though right now? He was too busy checking out the prison the deeper they moved. He paused whenever something caught his attention, sometimes stepping closer for a closer look.]

a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

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