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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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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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