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"Yeah... well, we can do this, stop by the store for some supplies... then head in for movies?" He was looking forward to that too. Junk food, booze, and movies... he wasn't used to having time to kick back and do stuff like that, but it'd be a nice distraction.

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"Sounds like a plan." Dean nodded, heading toward the center of town. Seemed like the most logical place to find a public park. And they were in luck! There was one. A small one, but it had swings, so that was all Dean needed. He pulled the Impala into the parking lot and shut off the engine. Turned to his brother and grinned. "Ready?"

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"I can't get over this, dude," he grumbled. He had to complain over this a little, Dean had to expect that. But he was getting out of the car and stretching out as he headed over to the swings. "You're seriously going to push me?"

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"Yes. Get your ass on this swing seat, dude." He pointed to an unoccupied swing. The park was empty, this early in the day. They had the swings all to themselves.

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"You owe me so much for this, Dean," he muttered. His six feet, five inches was going to look pretty ridiculous on the swing. But he settled in and wrapped his arms idly around the chains as he stretched his legs out in front of himself.

"Can't believe your idea of fun is still the park either..."

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"Oh yeah? How would you like to collect?" He teased as he stepped up behind Sam and grabbed the swing chains. Since there was no one there and no one to see, she planted a quick kiss on the back of Sam's neck before he started to pull the swing back.

"I love parks. You used to, too."

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"Hm. Maybe I'll tell you later," he murmured, a smile coming to his lips at the kiss. No one was around, no one knew them... didn't see what difference it made right now.

He snorted, tilting his head forward as Dean tugged the swing back. "Yeah, when we were kids, dude. That was back when Bobby would let us slack off on whatever Dad wanted us to practice sometimes and take us there himself... Remember that?" He paused, tilting his head back to try and catch a glimpse of Dean. "So... definitely been awhile since then."

But okay, so this wasn't bad. Even if it felt kind of dorky to have big bro pushing him on the swing again.

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Dean smiled and started to push Sam on the swing. Harder now than it used to be, but still made him happy. He laughed at the memories. Big, gruff Bobby Singer shoving two kids at the park playset, telling them to swing for Christ's sake!

"That was awesome. We should swing by sometime and see if he'll take us to the park again."

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Dorky or not, Sam was kind of having fun with the pushes and Dean seemed to be happy with it, so... he figured it was okay. As long as no one ever, ever saw them like this. He laughed quietly at that. "We should. You think he'll need a bribe to take us now though?"

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"Probably. We'll pick up some whiskey on the way." He grinned, happily continuing to push Sam for a while. When his arms started to get a little tired, he sat down on the swing beside him and swung himself a little. Sam could joke all he wanted, but Dean loved the swings. The back and forth glide was soothing.

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Dean's eyes danced with amusement at Sam's argument. He could hear the smile in his brother's voice, in spite of Sam's efforts. He grinned and squeezed him a little tighter.

"Yes, darling? Yes, sweetie? Yes, pookie?"

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Sam snorted, reaching up to cover Dean's mouth. "Idiot. You know, it's kinda creepy when you say stuff like that," he teased, tipping his head back to look at the other. "Like I might need to get the holy water out."

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Since Sam's hand was there, Dean licked it playfully across the palm and along the fingers. He winked teasingly and gently pried the hand away. "You know you love it."

"Pookie."

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"Dude," he protested at the lick. "What are you, eight again?" Though, hand licking still seemed to be effective.

He nudged him in the side. "Whatever you say, baby. Now watch the show."

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Dean laughed and nuzzled the top of Sam's head. He didn't mind being called 'baby' in private. It was kind of cute. Of course, he thought everything Sam did was cute. Well, most things.

Still, he went quiet since Sam seemed to be interested in the show.

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It looked like unless he pulled out 'pookie' himself, Dean wasn't going to mind the pet names. If he'd known Dean thought he was being cute, he might have protested though. Settling in against Dean again, he watched the show absently, drinking his beer until it was gone before setting the empty bottle aside and making use of that free hand he now had to slide it around Dean's waist to keep him close.

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Nope! Dean was having a ball teasing Sam with the cutesy names. As long as it was just between them, he saw no reason to worry. Plus, he was confident that anything Sam came up with, he could do worse.

He drained his own beer and set the empty bottle aside, wrapping both arms around his brother and settling in more comfortably. Slouched down and tangled up with Sam, he felt better than he had in days.

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Sam didn't even think he could say half those endearments with a straight face to anybody, let alone Dean. Even 'baby' had felt strange enough on his tongue... though somehow, he didn't min it when Dean had let it slip in here and there in the heat of the moment.

By the time Dean had finished his own bottle and settled in against him, Sam was focused on the show, making comments here and there about it, head staying rested on Dean's chest, arms around him. Definitely a surprisingly nice night, all things considered.

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"What do you need, Sammy?" He murmured softly against his brother's neck. Bit and licked at the skin gently, his hands still working over Sam's back and sides. When Sam rocked against him, his body arched to meet him, pushing back into the motion. "Give you anything."

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"Need you," he murmured soft, shivering at the rake of teeth on his neck, rolling his hips steadily against his brother's. "Just want you, Dean..."

Reaching down, he started to hitch up Dean's shirt, smoothing his palms over his chest.

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Dean's hands slipped down to hold onto Sam's hips and pull him more firmly against his hips each time Sam moved. He moaned when he felt hands on his chest. "You've got me, Sammy. Always got me. M'all yours."

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Sam shifted forward, trying to find an even better angle as Dean pulled his hips down, gasping softly at the friction. "Dean..."

Blunt nails raked over the other's skin before he curled forward, kissing over the skin that was exposed to him. This was good, just the touches and the friction, the movements between their bodies. "This good, Dean?" he murmured against his skin, looking up to meet his eyes.

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"God, yes. Always good with you." Dean groaned and looked down to meet his brother's gaze, hands tightening on Sam's hips. Every touch of Sam's lips or nails made him shiver and want more. Want him closer.

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He paused to tug his own shirt off and reach down to unzip his jeans. "Less clothes, Dean, c'mon." He had to reluctantly shift off his brother to wiggle out of his own. Good as that was--it was always so much better to feel skin on skin.

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There was no way he'd refuse a demand like that. Dean sat up a bit and tugged off his shirt, reaching down to unfasten his jeans. He was already half hard and it was a relief to take off some of the pressure. When he was done, he wrapped his arms around Sam again and pulled him back down against him, kissing him deeply.

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Sam settled back on top of the other, nudging apart his legs so he could settle between them. He returned that kiss eagerly, deeply as arms came around him. Reaching between them, he went to wrap his hand around his brother's length.