onlytobenormal | built to crash ((samefivealbums))

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.

"Yeah, alright." Grabbing the remote after Dean got up, he started to flip around. He didn't have anything particular in mind, but eventually he did land on a Twilight Zone marathon on. He was reaching for some of the candy when Dean settled back on the bed, grabbing for one of the beers.

Dean opened a bag of chips and the other beer, the slipped his arm back around Sam, bringing him close to his side again. His free hand moved between the chip bag and the beer bottle braced between his knees. He and Sam both had already seen every episode of the Twilight Zone at least twice, but they never seemed to get old.

Sam leaned in when he was pulled in, eyeballing the chip bag. He lightly nudged at the other, giving a playful look. "You get crumbs all over the bed, I'm sleeping with Ozzy... just so you know."

"If there were crumbs all over the bed, you think Ozzy would sleep somewhere else?" He teased back, holding a chip out to his brother. He wasn't worried. Dean was completely convinced that Sam would miss him too much to sleep without him.

He rolled his eyes before snatching the chip held out to him. "Fine. I mean I'll sleep on the crumb free bed then!" Oh, Dean was definitely cocky about how Sam was never going to sleep in a bed without him... but he was pretty much right. It'd be kind of- weird to sleep alone now. Got kind of used to having Dean passed out next to him.

Dean knew he would miss Sam, so he was confident Sam would miss him. Ozzy was cuddly, but not nearly as nice to sleep with. He grinned and shook his head, pulling Sam closer. "Whatever you say, dude."

He nudged the other in the side when he was pulled in closer, but soon shifted to settle in more comfortable against him, smiling a little to himself. "Shut up and watch the show, Dean."

Dean held Sam close and nuzzled in against his hair. His brother's smile made him smile in return. It wasn't the greatest circumstances in the world, but at least he got to have Sam with him. Everything else could be fixed, as long as he didn't lose Sam.

"Yes, dear." He teased playfully.

"Dude, no. I'm not your 'dear'," he mumbled, but he was still smiling a little. He tried to mask that with a drink from his beer. No, things weren't okay at all, but at least he still had this... that was good.

"We're not some old married couple."

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