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

[Definitely didn't mind getting away with this kind of stuff in public.] You better be... I have a lot more planned for you, Dean. [He flashed a small smile of his own before straightening up, lunch momentarily stealing his attention.]

[It really did smell and look amazing.]

Can't wait to find out what. [She grinned and then dug into her lunch. Everything was as good as the aromas suggested. If she hadn't wanted to see Alcatraz, like, forever... she'd be tempted to stay a while, yeah.]

Dude, we are so gonna have to come back and get a to-go order to take home for dinner.

Sure, we can do that. [He smiled a little.] Maybe we can come back up here before you leave, spend a night or something. We can see a lot more that way.

That'd be awesome. [She grinned brightly at the thought of staying the night at the bay. They could definitely see more that way and sleeping with the salt air coming in through the windows would be nice.] I'd like that.

Then we'll do it. Let me see when I'll have free and we'll make some plans... Anything else you'd like to see before the month's up?

Dunno. This was all I thought of right off hand. [Unless Sam actually wanted to go to Disney, but Dean wasn't sure she'd want to invite the teasing if not.]

We'll find some stuff to do. You can always use my laptop to look stuff up... and I mean actual stuff, not-- what you usually look up.

You worry too much about porn, Sammy. Everybody looks at porn in some form or another. [Still, she wouldn't mind looking up some more touristy stuff to do while she was there. Today had been a lot of fun, after all. Actually, the whole month had been fun so far.]

I worry about my laptop, dude. No telling what kind of viruses you're getting on it. [Today was turning out to be pretty fun, really. Kind of nice to get her out and show her around.]

I will take good care of it. [She laughed and shook her head, turning back to her lunch. As good as it was, it was almost gone. She was glad they'd decided to come back for dinner.]

[When she was done, she pushed her plate aside and sat back, happily watching people move around on the sidewalk outside the window. It wouldn't be long before their boat was called for Alcatraz. She couldn't wait.]

[When he was done, He leaned back a little.] Come on, let's head back. Think we've probably killed enough time.

Mmm'kay. [She stood up and waved to the woman behind the counter, then took Sam's hand and headed back out onto the street. The walk wasn't far to the boat ramp and they took their place in line, waiting for the call to board.] Look, they take pictures when you come off the boat. Think we should get one?

[When they were out, he slipped his arm around her shoulders, tugging her in.] Sure, we could. Why not? [Be a nice memory anyway... even if Dean wasn't in his usual body.]

[She leaned in happily against his side. It didn't really bother her to have a picture of her in this body. Well, aside from those other pictures Sam took of her.] Sounds good. I'd like to have one.

Then we'll get one. [And yeah, no one but him would ever see those pictures... He turned his head to press a quick kiss to the top of her head absently. Little weird to be able to do this in public still, knowing full and well that everyone knew they were together, a couple... but it was nice.]

Excellent. [She didn't mind so much Sam being that much taller than her when he was using it for good things like those kisses. And, well, manhandling her around in the bedroom. That was fun, too.]

[When their boat arrived, they filed onboard and Dean pulled Sam up to the top deck to look out over the water as they headed for the island.]

[Sam snorted fondly as she tugged him here and there, following along.] Really enjoying this, huh? Think you'll give me my hand back today? [His tone was affectionate though and he leaned in against her, kissing her temple.

Nope, it's mine. [She answered with a grin, squeezing his hand as she still looked out over the water. Dean didn't get to ride on boats very often. She discovered she kind of liked it.]

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.]

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

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