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

"Depends on if you wanna eat here or go out, I guess?" She shrugged and let her hands wander over him, enjoying the freedom to touch long after he was clean. "Here, we've got eggs, waffles, bacon, I think? Out's got more options."

"Good with either, really. Maybe eggs and bacon?" He shrugged, leaning into her touch before going in for a quick kiss. "Think I'm clean, you know. It's your turn."

"Mmm'kay." She handed the soap over and let him take over the washing. Any excuse to get Sam's hands on her was a good one.

He took the soap and started to wash over her, pressing in a little closer as he did. Any excuse to touch Dean was a good one, in his book.

Dean rested her head on his shoulder and sighed happily. Loved it when Sam touched her. "Feels good."

"Mm, supposed to," he murmured and took his time washing her up... and then some. As long as she didn't mind the touches or lingering, then he saw no reason to stop it... eventually though? It was kind of hard to justify, so he finally nudged her back under the water.

"All done, Dean."

"Awww." She wasn't really disappointed. Sam's hands would be on her again soon enough.

She stepped out of the shower and handed him a towel before drying herself off. Then she headed into the bedroom to find something to wear while they ate.

He snorted at that disappointed noise before slipping out to dry off. Wrapping it around himself, he headed out to grab some of his own clothes. Slipping into some slouchy, comfortable clothes. "So, I'll handle breakfast today. You just kick back and relax."

She pulled on a pair of her panties and one of Sam's long sleeved shirts. His offer to make breakfast made her smile. "Yeah? Thanks, Sammy."

No way she'd turn down a chance to laze around and watch him cook. She liked seeing him do anything that required a lot of moving. Especially his arms. Mmmm...

He smiled when he saw her slip into one of his shirts, leaning in to kiss at her temple. "You know, I think you look better in that than me."

A cute girl could really make anything look better though.

Straightening up, he went to get the supplies he'd need to cook. "How do you want your eggs?"

She actually blushed a little at the compliment and trailed Sam to the kitchen to watch him work. "Over easy? If it's not a problem."

Dean would eat pretty much anything that wasn't a vegetable, so it didn't really matter if Sam would rather make them differently. She sat at the table and tucked her legs up under her, chin propped up in her hand.

"Nah, it's fine, Dean." Or at least, he'd try. He moved around the kitchen, putting on the bacon, the eggs, making the coffee.

Once the coffee was up, she got up to pour them each a cup. Figured he could use some while he was cooking and she always wanted coffee in the morning. While she was there, she leaned against him and nuzzled at his shoulder. It was nice to just be close to him.

He looked over when she nuzzled into him, smiling a little. "Hey... you want to set the table? Breakfast should be ready soon." Not that he didn't like the affection. Found he liked it most times when Dean was close like this.

"Sure." Dean kissed his cheek and then went to get the plates and silverware for breakfast. She refilled his coffee and her own and carried them to the table. "You need anything else?"

"Thanks, Dean." He moved to bring their food over once it was finished and shoo his head. "No, that looks good. Just dig in."

"Awesome." She smiled her thanks and dug in. Definitely had an appetite worked up. While she ate, she rubbed her foot against Sam's leg lightly, just to touch him.

He sighed at the touch--always nice to have Dean touching him after all. "So, any plans for today?"

"Nope, nothing I can think of. You?" Dean looked up from her plate curiously. They'd done more vacationy, touristy stuff in the month she'd been here than the whole rest of the time she visited. It was kind of nice, but she was running out of ideas.

"Maybe today can be a quiet one? We've been doing a lot of sightseeing... hanging out might not be so bad." He was kind of glad that he finally got to take Dean to all the touristy stuff he'd been wanting, that they actually had more than a weekend this time.

He looked up, a little curious. "Has Dad ever tried to get in touch with you or anything? Bobby?"

"Sure, sounds good." Hanging out at home with Sam was never a bad option, in her opinion.

She frowned a little at the question and shook her head. "Bobby said to call if I needed anything."

He nodded at that. Dad was probably wrapped up in a hunt somewhere like usual, but you'd think he could call to check up on his own son... make sure he was adjusting okay, that he was safe, but he shouldn't be surprised. "Hmm... well, guess we don't have to worry about getting caught, then."

Dean didn't really want to think about what Dad was doing or why he hadn't called. She had her suspicions and none of them were pleasant to think about. She'd rather focus on the one person who did want her with him.

"Nope. Which means we should be a deviant and perverted as we possibly can." She smiled cheerfully and slid her foot up his leg to rub against his thigh and then rest against his crotch, rubbing teasingly.

He smirked, looking down when her foot came to press against his crotch, shifting a little closer. "Hm, it would be a shame to waste this, I guess. Can we get any more perverted than we have already though?"

"Bet you could think of ways." She smiled and pushed against him, rubbing him lightly with the arch of her foot. "You're the smart one."

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

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