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

She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned in close when Sam kissed her shoulder. She smiled up at him. "I keep thinking about dragging you off into some dimly lit stairwell and getting you to fuck me up against a wall hard and fast, hoping nobody comes in. Maybe with a hand over my mouth to keep me from making too much noise and giving us away."

His breath hitched, eyes darkening at those words. He shifted a little to kiss the other deeply. "Fuck," he growled softly. "If you keep talking like this, Dean, you know we're not getting out of the shower anytime soon."

Dean kissed him back and then giggled as she broke away. "Nuh uh. I want my handcuff hook. Besides... maybe there'll be a nice stairwell somewhere we can test out on the way there or back."

She took the soap from him and started to wash him down.

He snorted, but relented. Dean really wanted that hook, if she was going to pass up shower sex and he figured he could behave. "You're going to be keeping your eye out for one, aren't you?"

It was shower sex only temporarily passed up. When they got home, there could be shower sex with handcuffs. That was worth the wait, easily. "Damn right. Now that I've got you all worked up about the idea, you know I'm gonna want to try it out."

He shook his head. Of course she was. Dean seemed to get off on the idea of doing it in public... not that he could say he didn't. It was kind of obvious that wasn't the case.

"We should get out now, dude. Sounds like we got a busy day ahead of us."

"Yeah, we do." She grinned and pulled him under the water to rinse off. Then she shut off the water and reached for towels, handing him one. Since Sam hadn't actually refused the idea, she wasn't going to give up on the stairway sex. Just another thing to look forward to.

When they were out, he went to the bedroom to dress real fast, discarding the towel after. "So, who's driving this time?"

"Doesn't matter. I can." She'd been making him drive a lot lately. She should probably do it today. Her baby night think she'd abandoned her!

"You can navigate," she told him with a grin as she pulled on a sundress. If she hadn't been hell bent on getting smutty with Sam in some stairwell somewhere, she'd have opted for jeans, but a skirt was faster.

"Alright." Either way, he didn't really mind it... though he was definitely used to being the passenger seat more than behind the wheel. Once she was dressed, he looked her over with a small smile.

"You ready?" He headed towards the door, grabbing the keys and a jacket along the way.

"Yup." She grabbed a jacket, just in case, and headed for the door as well. At the door, she held her hand out for the keys and then headed to the elevator to go down. "You know where a hardware store is around here?"

"Yeah, there's one that's not far, I think." He settled in for the ride after passing her the keys, getting himself comfortable while they got on the road.

"Excellent." She started the Impala and pulled out onto the highway in the direction he indicated. As she drove, she reached over and captured his hand with hers. "Anything else you wanna do while we're out?"

"I guess we could grab some food or something? To go, if you want... since apparently, you're going to be, uh, decorating a little." He smirked, looking over at her teasingly. "You know, when most people move in, they put up pictures, add furniture, clothes..."

"Most people don't have as much fun as I do." She answered back, glancing over to smirk at him. "But, if you really want furniture, I saw an ad for a bondage rack on craigslist."

"Dude, I don't even want to know..." He shook his head. Bondage rack? "That might be a little hard to explain to people when they come over, so shower hook's a fine addition."

"Hey, man, you said furniture. I don't have any furniture, so I'd have to improvise." She chuckled. At least the handcuff hook sounded more reasonable now, as opposed to a rack.

He snorted. "I also said clothes. I'm pretty sure you have those... and you can even buy some more when you're back to normal and settled in. You don't have to make sure they all fit in a duffel bag."

"Huh. How 'bout that? I can actually buy some coat hangers!" It had been so long since she's done anything but shove all her clothes into a bag that she wasn't sure she remembered how to operate the damn things. "And expand my porn collection," she teased.

He reached over to give her shoulder a light-hearted push at that. "Your porn collection is fine, dude."

"You can never have enough good porn, Sam!" She protested, laughing as she caught sight of the hardware store sign and pulled into the parking lot. After she parked and turned off the engine, she looked over at him. "Do you have a drill, Sam?"

"A drill?" He looked over at the question and shook his head. "I don't do a lot of home improvements, Dean... I'm sure we can find one here though."

"Huh. Neither do I." One summer, way back when, she'd done a little construction work for a neighbor during one of the rare times John had settled down in one place between cases, so she had a notion of how to use tools like that. Just never occurred to her to buy one before now.

She climbed out of the car and waited for him at the front before heading inside to see what they had.

He slipped out and went to join her, leading the way into the store. Figured they'd learn what to do... installing a hook shouldn't be that hard, right?

After some searching around the hardware store, Dean found a hook that was sturdy enough to hold her weight and still looked relatively decorative. There. Now, Sam couldn't complain about having weird things in his shower. It just looked like any other hook to hang normal stuff on.

Or, occasionally, his sister in bondage cuffs. Whichever.

"Now we just need a drill." She grinned at him.

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

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