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

"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.

It actually didn't look bad... had he supposed they could get some nice, normal use out of it when he didn't have her on it. He nodded and started to look around. "Think they're down here..."

He led the way to the section and picked out one that looked like it'd be okay to use for something like this.

She slipped a finger into one of his belt loops and followed after him, humming lightly to herself. Nothing put her in a better mood than the promise of kinky sex.

They found a small, affordable drill to pick up in the tools section. It seemed like a large investment for a single shower hook, but Dean figured once she moved in, they could probably count on a few more discreet 'additions' to the apartment.

"Anything else, Sammy? Bungee cords? Chains?" She gave him a teasing grin.

"Dude, when you move in, I promise we'll make a return trip for... whatever." Who knew what else she'd want. But for now? "Let's just break that in first?"

Dean had to laugh at Sam's reaction. She loved to see him get flustered like that. "Okay, Sam. Let's get going, then?"

"Yeah, okay." Dean always loved to see how flustered he could get him. He rolled his eyes fondly and led the way towards the registers up front.

She did. It was her favorite sport.

After they paid, she took the bag and headed back out to the car. "Any idea what you want to pick up for dinner later?"

"Not really... some burgers or something would be fine, I guess. There's always pizza too." He slipped in the car, looking over at her. "Anything you're in the mood for?"

"Dunno. I'm not really hungry right now. Will be later, though." Almost certainly. "We could grab some stuff to make hamburgers later?"

"Yeah, sure. There's a grocery store up here... we can pick up some other snacks too, if you want." Cooking dinner at the house'd be nice for a change anyway.

"Sounds good," she answered cheerfully and followed Sam's directions to the store. It didn't take long to pick up what they needed for dinner and snacks... and some more beer... and then they were on their way home.

"So, Sammy..." She began as she pulled into the parking lot. "Should we start with cuffing me in the shower or me tying you to a chair...?"

Getting him flustered was apparently a sport she excelled at. He gave a wide-eyed look to her. "I... uh." Fuck. "Which one do you want?"

That wide-eyed look on his face was like a touchdown. Damn, she was good!

She laughed as she reached for the bag and opened the door. "Better do the shower first. When I get done with you in the chair, I doubt we'll be standing up again."

He huffed a little bit. "What do you plan on doing in the chair?" Tonight was going to be an interesting one... shower sex and- well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to the chair too. And all the other crap Dean had told him about.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise!" She grinned and took his hand, pulling him toward the elevator. They headed up to their floor. "Guess you'll have to be the one to install the hook, since you're big, tall, muscle dude..."

He shook his head, snorting. "Big, tall, muscle dude?" He smiled a little bit. "Yeah, alright. I'll put it up for you."

When they reached their floor, he went to get the door for them both, taking the hook and the drill. "You put up the groceries, I'll put the hook up."

Hey, she figured he'd like that manly description!

She nodded and took the grocery bags. "Remember where it goes?"

Oh, it was very manly. He nodded at her question. "Yeah, I think so."

Still couldn't believe he'd have a hook in his shower... for the purpose of having sex with his big sister. He was definitely looking forward to trying it out though.

Dean was looking forward to it. Anything that involved handcuffs and sex with Sam was well worth looking forward to.

After she put the food away, she wandered into the bathroom to see how the construction was going.

By the time Dean came in, he had the holes drilled and he was installing the hook. When he noticed her, he gave a smile briefly before motioning her closer. "Here, come in... see if that's where you wanted it."

"You're all handy with that drill, dude. Nice work." She came closer and turned her back to the wall, reaching her arms up to test the height of the hook. With the cuffs on, she's be just up on her toes. Just about perfect. "Looks good to me. You?"

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

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