onlytobenormal | built to crash ((samefivealbums))

"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!"

While Sam was gone, Dean took Ozzy on a long walk. Outside the hotel, he pulled out one of the dog's favorite toys and played some fetch, letting Ozzy run off some of his energy. When they were both tired of the game, he re-attached the leash and walked back to their room.

Inside, he gave Ozzy fresh food and water, then they curled up on the bed to watch Croc Hunter re-runs on Animal Planet while they waited for Sam.

Oddly, living with Sam for this long had made Dean better at being alone. Before, being alone was all miserable emptiness and worry. Uncertainty made him anxious. Now, he knew Sam was coming back when he left on his own for a time and he knew that Sam would be there to come back to if Dean needed space.

Dean looked up and grunted when four paws jabbed into his stomach as Ozzy raced over him to get to Sam. "Welcome back."

It was kind of nice, Dean not freaking out whenever he needed time to himself, if he wanted to go and stay gone for awhile. He didn't plan on running away every time he stepped out the door.

"Hey..." He smiled when Ozzy rushed over to him, going to put the bags on the table so he could bend down and pick him up. Tipping his head back a little when the excited pup went straight to lick his chin, he peered over at the TV.

"Animal Planet, huh?" Putting Ozzy down, he went to put the snacks up, the beer in the small fridge, and the booze he left out on the small table.

Dean was working on the whole abandonment thing. He thought he was getting better, anyway. Even stayed stretched out where he was, watching Sam with Ozzy rather than running over to assure himself Sam was back and all in one piece. It was an ongoing process.

"I like the comfort of knowing that however far off the reservation I ever go, I will never be as nuts as this guy." He smiled and glanced at the TV, shaking his head in bemusement as the nutjob jumped onto the back of a crocodile. Yeah, not gonna happen.

He sat up against the headboard and shifted over to leave space for Sam if he wanted to sit. "How was the drive? Get anything good?"

"I'd hope you would never go as far as to jump a crocodile, dude. There's crazy and then there's putting yourself out there as a walking happy meal." Which Sam might have been tempted to point out they'd done anyway--seriously, the stuff they used to hunt? A lot of it would have been glad to eat them or do something with their blood or their bodies or whatever else they could get their claws into.

But he kept quiet for now. Mood was good, so no reason to potentially sour it.

He joined Dean soon enough, leaning against the other and nodding slowly. "Yeah, got some snacks, some drinks... Decided to pass up the Vodka since I don't think the cleaning crew here would appreciate any fast food nailed to the wall." He flashed a teasing look.

"Yeah, the drive was fine. Just checked out the town... not a lot to do here, so maybe we should think about leaving soon."

Yeah, it was better for them all around if they didn't talk about hunting. Dean still did it and still saw it as something worthwhile. And, yeah, crazy. It was a crazy thing to do, but it saved people. He liked that part.

He wrapped an arm around Sam when he leaned against him. "Sounds good. And I still maintain that nugget sacrilege was your doing. I'd have eaten it."

He turned and kissed Sam's temple lightly. "Whenever you want. I'm not attached to the place."

"Dude, that was totally not me. Maybe it offended you or something." He snorted, shifting a little closer until his head was rested on the other's chest, eyes drifting over to the TV.

"Yeah, okay..." He'd look some places up later or something.

Dean reached up to stroke a hand through Sam's hair lightly, content to sit there and watch TV curled up with him. It was a stupid show, but kinda funny and having Sam draped over him made everything better.

"You okay with this, or wanna watch something else?" Figured now was a good time to drop the moving subject. It just made Sam more unhappy.

"M'fine with this, Dean," he murmured, slinging an arm around Dean as he watched whatever stupid antics he was up to in said show. At least it was something mindless to focus on.

He didn't really want to think about a trip or going back to the apartment or... anything. He didn't know what to do about any of it and he hated not knowing a plan, not seeing a way out. Dean was pretty much all he had in his life again besides their dog... grateful as he was for that, it still just... sucked. Too much of a freak to have normal friends, a normal life if he was being even somewhat honest or if people got too close. But he still didn't want to end this with Dean even if it meant they'd either have to lie about their relationship or pretend to not be brothers.

Idly his fingers traced up the other's sides, eventually trailing up to tangle his hands around the amulet around Dean's neck. "Dude, this guy really is insane... who does even half this crap? He's actually poking at something he just got done saying could kill him."

Dean's hand moved from Sam's hair to cover the hand holding his necklace. his thumb rubbed at the back of Sam's hand softly.

"You should have seen the previews for the next episode, dude. He was fucking with spitting cobras." Dean shook his head, smirking. "Seemed really fucking surprised when one spit at him."

He smiled softly at that touch, nuzzling into Dean. He snorted softly. "I think that's what gets me most, dude. He seems surprised when things get pissed off at him for bugging the crap out of them."

He looked up. "Maybe it's time to find a movie on and dig into those snacks."

"Sounds like a good plan. You wanna find us something to watch? I'll get the munchies." He bent to kiss Sam soft and slow for a minute, then gently released him, reaching to pick up the remote and hand it over. Then he slipped out of bed to grab a couple beers and some of the snacks Sam picked up.

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