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

My taste is not crappy, but yeah, it'd be weird if you didn't complain some about it. [By the time both of them were finished eating and settled, he noticed how she'd drowsily curled in against him. He smiled.]

Hey, want to go get in bed?

Your taste is totally crappy. [She mumbled, eyes closed as she leaned into him. His question got her eyes open again and she looked up at him.] you ready for bed? Wanna watch this?

You really want to argue about whether or not I have crappy taste in things? [He asked, arching a brow at her.] I'm fine going to bed, Dean. [Otherwise, they'd probably fall asleep here... not that he minded it that much.]

Everything except sex. [She smiled a little, eyes still closed. Bed sounded good, though. Warm with plenty of space to stretch out.] Mmm'kay, bedtime.

[He pulled a face at that. That was totally not true. Well- he thought he must have good taste in sex if Dean was that happy, but definitely not just in.] Yeah, well... you have bad taste, Dean. [He started to pull away, reaching out to muss her hair, just to be that little more irritating as he got to his feet.] C'mon, Dean.

[He started for the bedroom, stripping out of his clothes and not bothering to change into anything else when he was down to his boxers.]

Nah, I taste awesome. [She ducked her head at the ruffling, opening her eyes to glower at her brother. Brat. She got to her feet and followed him into the bedroom, tossing off the dress she was wearing and climbing into bed without bothering with clothes at all.]

[He looked pleased at the response he got and once they were in bed, he was pressing up against her back, drawing her in close against him.]

[Dean huffed in annoyance, but she snuggled back against him when he pressed in close. It always felt good to have Sam wrapped around her, no matter what body she was in. Sam was warm, solid, and safe. She always slept better when he was beside her.]

[Sam liked the feel of her pressed against him, no matter what body she was in. It was Dean and Dean was warm and much as he wished he didn't considering he was supposed to be settled now, still made him feel more at home, at ease. It didn't take long at all to slip off to sleep.]

[Sometime in her sleep, she rolled over in his arms and curled into his chest. Tucked her head under his chin and settled back in. Even asleep, she wanted to get closer to him.]

[And like always, the alarm seemed to go off way too soon. He let out a grumble as he reached blindly to turn it off. Totally didn't want to wake up, especially when he had Dean curled into him like that.]

[Dean made an annoyed sound in her sleep when the alarm went off. What a miserable sound. She wiggled closer to Sam and yawned.] S'too early...

Mhm... you should go back to sleep. [No reason she should have to get up early or anything.]

Mmm... you sure? [It sounded really tempting, but she hated to make Sam get up alone.] Want me to get you something going for breakfast while you shower?

Yeah... don't worry, dude. I can grab something on the way. [He gave a teasing look.] I do manage to feed myself in between your visits.

You're not very good at letting me be nice to you sometimes. [She yawned and snuggled back down into the pillows.]

Dude, you're tired, so sleep. Let me be nice to you sometimes. [He waited until she was back into the pillows before getting up to take a quick shower and get his things together.]

[She dozed back off while Sam was getting ready, then managed to open her eyes a little just before he left.] Have a good day, Sammy.

[he smiled over at her at that.] Yeah, you too, Dean... be home later, okay? [And since she seemed mostly asleep, he decided to go ahead and just slip out. Let her get some more rest in.]

'Kay. [She drifted back off once she heard the door close behind Sam. A few hours later, she woke to eat a late breakfast and clean up a little from their last few days. Trash from dinner and her worn clothes. She even threw a few things into the laundry for Sam. It kept her busy for the time he was gone.]

[When he'd finished all that and found herself bored again, she picked up her phone to bother Sam at school.]

Miss me, yet?

Seriously? Dork. Maybe. Why? Missing me?

Not nice to insult the girl who holds your clean underwear in her hands, Sammy. Well, I was GONNA say "yes, of course I miss you," but since I only got a "maybe"...

Wait, you did my laundry? You know I was joking, Dean. Of course I miss you... can't wait to get home.

I might have. Depends on what your reaction would be. I can always throw them back on the floor if I need to. Should I start sending you dirty messages to hurry you along?

Well, I was going to thank you, but not if you throw them on the floor, dude. You just like knowing I'm half-hard sitting in my classes, don't you?

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