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He ducked his head at that, shaking his head. "Maybe one day we can find another place to settle in, Dean. There are other schools..." Though it killed him he didn't get to stick with Stanford... that had been his whole future laid out for him. Still, he knew what could have happened from the very moment he slept with Dean and told him he wanted to keep doing it. He couldn't really blame the other... he didn't blame him for it.

He turned his head to graze another quick kiss to his lips. "Yeah... nothing I'd change here either, Dean. I'm happy with you." He wanted Dean to know that much at least. He didn't regret what they had here, no matter how... abnormal it was, how unconventional.

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"We're good like that," he answered, also laughing. Pulled Sam down tight against him and grinned. "You know they say that whatever you're doing at midnight on New Year's is what you'll be doing the whole rest of the year, so even if we'd still been fucking, I think we'd have come out on top there."

He kissed Sam long and slow, intending to ring in the new year with his brother's lips on his.

"... Well, I would have come out on top," he teased lightly, grinning just a bit... at least until he was tugged into that kiss. He gave a pleasant hum against the contact, practically melting into it. When he drew away, he pressed another softer peck to his lips.

"Happy New Year, Dean..."

Dean laughed happily at that teasing, holding on tight and returning all of Sam's kisses happy and content. His hands skated up and down Sam's back lightly and he smiled.

"Happy New Year, Sammy. This one will be even better. I can feel it."

"Yeah... I'm sure it will be, Dean," he murmured, resting his his head against the other's shoulder, nuzzling into him. He was quiet a moment, just resting up, enjoying the press of the other's body against his.

"Anything you plan to do this year?"

"Mmmm... continue to spoil Ozzy. Spoil you some. Maybe see the Grand Canyon finally." He shrugged. "I dunno. I'm not good at planning ahead."

"What about you?" He reached down to brush Sam's hair back and nuzzle in against his temple. "Big plans?"

"Sounds like some good plans... except I don't know how much more we can really spoil Ozzy, dude."

He shrugged when Dean asked him the same question, tipping his head down to nuzzle at his chest, just thinking. "... I don't know. I'd--" They hadn't really talked about anything like this, just been winging it for the most part. Or that's how it felt, but... "I'd like to try to find some place to settle in again. I mean, we can't spend the rest of our lives on the road, dude. Well, we could, but..."

It was too much like before and Sam was still not quite eager to embrace the old life style again.

"We'll think of something. Buy him his own steak one night or something..."

Dean's hands coasted up and down Sam's back lightly as he listened to his brother's words. Had been waiting for Sam to decide on a direction. It wasn't that he wanted all the pressure of the decision on Sam, but Dean could pretty much be happy anywhere, as long as he had his brother. Sam was the one who needed more in his life.

"So, we'll find somewhere." He nodded, nuzzling his brother softly. "Did you decide if you wanted to try to pretend to just be a couple...? Or something else?"

"Okay, yeah, that'd be a new level of spoiling him..."

He smiled a little at the response though, eyes drifting shut briefly at the nuzzling. He shrugged at the question. "I don't know, Dean... part of me would like it. It'd mean at least we could relax in public, touch however we want. On the other hand, it's risky still... Especially if Dad ever found us..."

They wouldn't have any excuse why they're pretending to be some gay couple living together. "Plus... I don't know. Be weird, wouldn't it? Kind of... Not being brothers."

"Anything we do is going to be risky. This whole life of ours is risky." And that was without the supernatural element added in. Dean stroked his hands down his brother's back soothingly. "It would be weird to not be brothers, yeah. My part in raising you is the thing I'm most proud of in my life, but not being brothers could make things easier and safer for you. Especially if you go to another school."

Dean couldn't stand the thought of Sam being run out of another school and hurt like he had been. Any amount of sacrifice was worth it to prevent that happening again.

He looked up at that, just quiet for now, thoughtful. "Dude, a lot of the time, you were the only one around actually raising me... even if you were an irritating jerk sometimes. I don't want you to-- not have that. I'm glad yo were there for me growing up 'cause... I don't know what would have happened if it was just Dad. I'd probably be crazy by now." And it was just-- nice, kind of, to hear that was something to be proud of. As far as he knew, Dad definitely wasn't proud of what he'd done and he'd be even less so if he knew about... this.

"... We'll figure it out, alright? Not like we even know where we want to go to yet anyway."

"We'll figure it out," he agreed, bending to kiss Sam softly. "We'll worry about who to be after we decide where to go."

Dean had always been proud of Sam. Even when his brother was driving him most insane. He couldn't see that ever changing.

He knew he hadn't been easy to live with towards the end... or probably about as soon as he started to butt heads with Dad and get even more sick of hunting, but at least so far with the two of them living together again, it hadn't been bad. Not many serious arguments at least, nothing beyond the usual spats that blew over quick. It was nice to just... be happy with this.

"Yeah, sounds good, Dean." He shifted a little. "We should get cleaned up. We still have fireworks after all."

Dean chuckled at that and nodded, watching Sam sit up. He looked down at himself and grinned. Couldn't help but tease his brother a little. "Didn't know you had a moneyshot fetish, Sammy. Should have told me. I'd have let you come all over me earlier."

He sat up and grinned, brushing a quick kiss against his brother's lips while he reached for something to clean off with. The corner of the blanket would work.

"Dude," he protested at the teasing, frowning--okay maybe something more akin to pouting into that kiss, but frowning sounded less in the vicinity of cute. "I just- I thought it'd be easier to clean than if I- you know. It's totally not a fetish!"

He reached for another corner of the blanket to clean up with, fixing his clothes up.

"Such protest, Sam!" Dean laughed and sat up, not bothering to get fully dressed again. Just pulled on his jeans. He stretched and reached to pull the fireworks box closer to his brother. "Why don't you take a look through and see what you like? I'll go put Ozzy in the car. Don't think he'll like the explosions."

"It's probably a fetish of yours, dude." He got up to go through the box and see what Dean got, nodding. "Yeah, probably a good idea..." He didn't want to scare the little guy or anything.

Amused, Dean paused in getting up and knelt beside his brother, murmuring in his ear. "I'm usually swallowing or taking it up the ass, Sammy. Why would I have a fetish for it on me?"

He grinned and hopped to his feet, calling for Ozzy.

He reached back to give the other a half-hearted whack for the teasing. Well, he knew that was a fetish of Dean's for sure, swallowing and feeling Sam coming in him and if Dean kept it up, he had half the mind to make the other beg for it next time they did it. Jerk. "Just-- go put the dog up, dude!"

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