onlytobenormal | built to crash ((samefivealbums))

"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..."

"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."

"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.

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."

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?"

"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.

"Make that a couple bottles if you want him to push you on the swing, man." When Dean joined him in the next seat, he braced his feet a little more securely on the ground and shifted to face his brother a little more. When Dean was close enough, he reached over for his hand absently--they were alone here, more or less. Might as well enjoy it, right?

"Bobby loves me. I could convince him." Probably not. It'd be funny to try, though. He smiled when Sam took his hand and he squeezed it gently, swaying a little in the swing. Not enough to pull away from his brother's hand, though. "Swings not too bad?"

He snorted. "Well, now I gotta see you try to convince him, dude." He smiled as Dean squeezed his hand, returning it lightly. He shrugged at the question--no, it wasn't bad, not while they were alone like this, with each other. Kind of peaceful. "We should probably think about leaving soon though..."

But he wasn't in too big a hurry yet.

"Yeah, we'll leave in a few." He rubbed his thumb against the back of Sam's hand and let the swing sway gently. The breeze was cool and the sun warm overhead. It was a nice enough day, in spite of the circumstances. Felt good to be out. "If we stay here another day, we should bring Ozzy out here to the park. Bet he'd like it.

"Yeah, that's a good idea..." He tipped his head back. "Guess one more day wouldn't hurt really, huh?" And today had been surprisingly nice despite everything. Well, nice so far. He hoped it stayed like that.

"Probably won't hurt." He nodded. Hadn't been sure what to expect today, after how the day before had gone. It was almost pleasant though, if he didn't think about why they were there. "Can stay as long as we want. There's no rush."

"Hm..." Longer they stayed gone, the harder it was going to be to go back... But he wasn't going to protest. He squeezed the other's hand again, thumb brushing over the skin lightly.

"You know- we're going to have to come up with something to tell people. You say you want to visit Bobby a lot and well, if I'm with you... He's going to be curious, right? I can't lie and say I'm still in school." He frowned, hesitant.

"And Dad... if we ever meet up with him again- he'll want to know for sure."

That was the part he was dreading. To hell with the college kids and their stupid opinions, but Bobby and Dad? That was going to take real work. Those two could spot a lie a mile away. Dean had some small success poker facing them, but only rarely. And almost never where Sam was concerned. There were a lot of things Dean could reasonably lie about. Sam wasn't really one of them.

"We don't have to visit Bobby a lot, but you're right... we're gonna have to think of something to tell him." He frowned, squeezing Sam's hand lightly. God, he hated this. "We could... tell them something accidentally followed me back from a hunt? People at your school were affected and there were too many questions we couldn't answer?"

Sam couldn't help but feel they were kind of screwed here, no matter what they did. It'd be hard to pull off a lie, especially one as big as this, but that's the only reasonable option they had. Not like the truth would work here...

He lost Dad going to Stanford and now he lost that normal life he'd wanted, all his friends, everything except Dean. He didn't need to give their father more of a reason to be pissed at him. Not only that, but Dean was on their Dad's bad side now because of him and he didn't want either of them to lose Bobby on top of it all. "I know... I just meant you mention visiting him pretty often, man, and I know he's your best source when it comes to cases a lot of the time." He paused, hesitantly. "Wouldn't mind seeing him again either anyway."

He tipped his head back at Dean's suggestion, thumb still brushing his brother's hand. "Yeah. Best bet is something to do with hunting... and if they don't suspect anything, I don't think they'd look too far into it."

"We should definitely go see him." He nodded. That would be one of the good things to come from this whole mess. At least they'd have time to do the things they'd been talking about. Too bad about those surf lessons, though.

Dean nodded when Sam agreed to his suggestion. In truth, Dean figured it would be a lot easier for Dad to swallow the idea that Dean had somehow screwed up Sam's life at school with his hunting mistakes than because they were fucking.

"We'll think of something. Hell, we could set the apartment on fire on the way out, just for authenticity." He smiled wryly.

"Mhm..." They did have quite a few plans it looked like they'd get to. "Guess that road trip's starting early for us, huh?" And without the funds exactly stashed away for it, but... they'd figure something out.

He snorted at Dean's suggestion. "Yeah, pretty sure we don't want the cops after us for suspected arson, dude."

"Guess so. Just lemmie know where you wanna go first." He smiled and shrugged. Didn't really matter to him now where they went, as long as Sam was still with him.

"Spoilsport." He smiled and tugged gently on his brother's hand. "C'mon. Our little dude's waiting for us."

"Alright..." Right now, he was content with staying right here though... at least for another day. When he was tugged, he slowly pushed the rest of the way to his feet and yeah, it was definitely girly and sappy to still be holding onto Dean's hand, but he hadn't let go yet. "Yeah, alright. Come on."

As long as Sam wanted to hold his hand, Dean was happy to let him. He didn't want to make his brother uncomfortable in public, but he liked the light, affectionate touch.

He glanced over at Sam curiously. "You wanna drive back?"

No one was around here during the day anyway and besides... no one knew them, didn't know they were brothers. For all they'd know, they were just a couple at the park.

... Really weird thought, even considering them being taken for just a normal couple, but it wasn't bad. He paused at the question, giving a curious look.

Dean was probably just trying to make him feel better, keep him distracted... "Nah, that's okay, man. Why don't we get back to the motel and you can stay with Ozzy while I go on that snack and beer run? Bet he'll want a walk..."

And as much as he loved Dean's company, a little bit of space to himself to get his head on straight wouldn't be a bad thing.

"Sure, Sam. Sounds like a plan." Driving relaxed him and cleared his mind, so he'd offered it to Sam. It wasn't a big deal if he'd rather do it alone. Dean could understand that. And he knew Sam would come back.

He led the way to the car and reluctantly dropped Sam's hand as he moved to the driver's seat once more.

"Alright..." Sam circled around to settle in the passenger seat, getting comfortable. Yeah, he'd definitely be back... if he ran off with Dean's baby, he'd probably get a punch to the face anyway and he didn't need a black eye on top of everything else.

At least a punch to the face. If not a serious beatdown. Dean didn't like being left and, what's more, he didn't like being left without his car.

He took them back to the hotel and parked near their room. Inside, Ozzy was all excited jumping and wiggling. Especially once Dean went for the harness and leash.

And that was why Sam knew if he took the Impala, he better damn well have it back eventually. Snatching the keys from Dean, he leaned in to steal a quick kiss before bending down to pet the over excited pup. "See you two later."

Okay, so maybe he didn't plan on coming right back. Dean had offered him the keys, figured that meant it was okay to just drive around town to try and clear his head, figure out what to do. Dean didn't seem to be in a hurry to go back, kept suggesting that they hang out for a bit... and Sam just hated being without a plan entirely.

What the hell was he supposed to do with no school to go to? No future to push towards...

During his time out, he found some grocery store to stop up and loaded up on junk food-- candy, chips, beer. Anything that caught his eye. After that, he made a stop off by the liquor store to grab a couple bottles- rum and whiskey this time. Vodka had ended up with Dean cuffed to the couch last time they had it.

Finally though, he did come back, stepping into their room carrying the bags. "M'back... Dean!"

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