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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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[onlytobenormal]

"True. It's like you're always horny." Sam sighed at the touches, shifting comfortably under the attention. Dean-- was kind of making it hard to sit around and feel too sorry for himself because he kind of fucked up their lives with all the distractions. Kind of derailed his plans of getting drunk too, if he kept touching and kissing like that...

And Sam was kind of grateful, in a way. Sex wasn't a go-to comfort on the same level it was with Dean, but neither was the bottle typically.

Even if this is kind of what got them in this mess, the kissing and the touching were both nice. He shifted, straddling the other's hips as he returned those kisses slowly, his own hands smoothing down over his brother's shoulders. "Yeah, it's nice, Dean..."

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Dean let Sam settle in his lap, then wrapped his arms around his waist to keep him close. Sighed softly into his brother's kiss, leaning back a little to give his hands room to move. Physical comfort was what he did best, really. Words always seemed to get messed up for him. If he could keep Sam's mind off of what was hurting him, all the better.

"Love you."

[onlytobenormal]

"I know," he murmured, nuzzling absently at the other, peppering soft kisses here and there. His touches were soft, affectionate, exploring and lingering because there wasn't really any rush, he supposed. Nowhere either of them really had to be anyway. "Love you too."

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His hands slipped under Sam's shirt again, moving lightly over his back and shoulders. He tilted his head to the side, letting Sam nuzzle him all he wanted.

[onlytobenormal]

Sam rocked lightly against the other, giving a low, pleasant noise deep in his throat at the touching. "Dean..."