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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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It made Dean a little nervous to be hanging in limbo like this. Still, it wasn't anything terribly different from the majority of the rest of his life. With the exception of the first four years of his life and the one spent with Sam at Stanford, Dean had always been on the road, blowing in the wind.

He'd chafed at it less than Sam, though. His brother was still reaching for the brass ring of 'normal life'.

Dean sipped the whiskey, sliding his free arm around Sam again. Just to be close.

Sam had never even had another kind of life... at least not one he could remember. He'd been a baby when he'd been pulled out of that fire and then it had been travel and motel after crappy motel for the most part.

He didn't want this kind of life again exactly.

But he wasn't going to think about that now. He took a drink from his glass and settled back in against Dean as he tried to focus on the TV again. Eventually, it started to work and he relaxed against him again.

Dean would do his level best to give Sam any life he asked for. All he wanted was to see his brother happy somewhere. As long as it was with him. Well, hell... even if it wasn't with him. Although, he'd prefer it.

His fingertips rubbed Sam's upper arm lightly as his brother leaned into him. He sipped his whiskey and munched on the chips, not really watching the television anymore.

He tipped his head back against Dean, tipping his head back to press a soft kiss to the other's jawline before nuzzling into him, letting out a soft sigh. "Doesn't look like you're really all that interested in the show anymore," he murmured softly.

"I've seen them," he answered just as soft with a shrug and apologetic smile. He hadn't meant to pull Sam away from it if he was enjoying it. "You know me. Easily distracted. You can keep watching, though. I'm not gonna start snoring or anything..."

"It's fine," he murmured. Didn't really mind... they'd probably seen all these a dozen times before probably. He shifted away to pour more in his glass, shifting until his head was back on the other's chest. "Wouldn't be the first time you started snoring on me either, dude."

Dean reached a hand up to run through Sam's hair and hold him a little closer to his chest. chuckled softly and shook his head. "I don't snore! I'm far too delicate and demure for that."

"... You know, you're just going to give me a reason to record you while you sleep, dude. You totally snore." He turned his head, pressing an affectionate kiss to the other's chest, eyes darting up to meet his. "And there's nothing delicate about you, jerk."

"Pfft. Never." He totally did, but there was no reason to admit to it when he could argue instead! Arguing with Sam, when it didn't actually get him in trouble, was one of his favorite things. He smiled at the kiss and dropped one on top of Sam's head. "I'm fragile."

"Since when?" He snorted, nudging at the other. He and Dean excelled at stupid arguments and bickering that meant nothing in the end--it was kind of their job as brothers. "You're too much of a jerk to be fragile."

"Since always, dude! You're just hearing things in your old age." It wasn't fun if they weren't bickering about something. It was the sport they both excelled at. "I'm totally not a jerk, bitch."

He grinned and kissed Sam long and deep. Just to shut him up. Really.

"If I'm old, you're ancient then--" And whatever else he was going to say to that bitch comment was kind of cut off when Dean decided to kiss him like that.

He might have been one of the most perfect ways for Dean to end bickering matches, actually because it definitely distracted Sam enough for continuing to bitch. He let out a soft noise into the kiss, returning it eagerly, nipping at his lower lip lightly.

This was Dean's very favorite form of ending a conversation. It usually led to much better things than playful arguments. Dean made a soft sound when Sam nipped at his lip and he returned the favor, teasing at his brother's mouth a moment before kissing him again. A little harder this time.

Sam shifted a little, blindly putting his glass down in favor of rolling closer to Dean, settling half on top of him as the kiss deepened. Definitely a great way to end an argument and Sam was definitely feeling receptive to the affection.

Dean sank a little more into the pillows and the bed, pulling Sam tight against him. Kissed him back with all the passion and affection his brother was giving him. His hands slipped under the back of Sam's shirt to touch skin, smoothing down the long line of his brother's spine.

He parted from that kiss soon after he felt his broher's hand smoothing up his spine, giving a pleasant sigh. "Dean..." He tilted his head, nuzzling into the other, kissing here and there along his jaw. "Aiming for another kind of entertainment?"

"When am I not?" He teased gently, holding Sam closer and running his hands along the lines of his body. "Course, this is nice, too. I like kissing and touching you. Not like we're in a hurry."

"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..."

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."

"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."

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.

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

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