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_{(Continued from sws)}

[As soon as they'd both got in the car, Sam was making his way towards the nearest clothing store he could think of. They needed to get Dean some seriously more appropriate clothes here soon. Though the thought of panty or bra shopping with Dean? A little bit awkward.]

[He was strangely more interested about the possible month with his brother than he thought he would've been before... Dean had come up. It was good to have his brother back in some way than when he'd first left for college. Still not something he wanted to think about and he didn't want to dwell on that bad blood, especially right now.]

So... how's it feel anyway? Waking up in a different body?

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Thanks, Sammy. [Dean smiled up at his brother. Way, way up. Damn it. That reminded him that he might think he wanted all that he usually ordered, but he was quite a big smaller than he usually was. So, he'd cut back a little. He ordered some lo mein noodles and the stir-fry beef he liked. He stopped short of ordering anything else, but it was a near thing.]

[He waited for Sam to give his order and pay, then stood beside him in line while they waited for their food to be cooked and packaged. After a few minutes, he got the weird feeling he was being watched. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a couple of guys watching him. It took him a minute of wondering what their problem was before it clicked. He stepped a little closer to Sam and tried to ignore being checked out by frat boys.]

[Sam decided on the same - along with some rice because he hadn't realized how hungry he was. Kind of forgot about breakfast too when Dean showed up as a girl... everything kind of took to the back burner after that.]

[It wasn't until he noticed Dean was stepping closer that he took a look around and... okay, he was used to girls looking at his brother, but not guys perving on his brother as a girl. He'd probably... regret doing it later, kind of blowing the whole 'she's my cousin' excuse Dean had suggested, but slowly, his arm came around her shoulders anyway, pulling her in close. He was kind of glad when they were handed the bag containing their food and they could leave.]

Come on.

[As much as he didn't want to be, he was kind of relieved to duck under Sam's arm. Suddenly, he realized attention was far less appealing from scuzzy strangers.]

[He followed Sam out to the car and climbed back in, taking the food to hold. When they were both inside, he put the bag down beside him and shifted back over to lean against Sam's side.] I appear to have discovered a flaw in my cunning plan.

Yeah? What, the actual attention? Dude, what did you expect... [He smiled a little bit, his arm coming back around her when she leaned against him. Turning his head, he pressed his lips to her forehead. Kind of glad to be away from those guys... and maybe he should be worried that he was getting a little too possessive over Dean nowadays, but it was something he didn't want to think on too much... not when they had a month to themselves.]

It was less fun than I expected. [He grumbled and curled down more tightly into Sam's side. It was fun in the store when Sam was leering. Less fun when it was strangers. He was considerably less confident of this body and his ability to protect himself than he had been before he was changed. It was not a comfortable feeling.] C'mon. Let's go.

[He noticed the change in Dean's mood and while he knew Dean wasn't one for 'chick flick' moments... He couldn't resist tightening his arm around her, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead.] Hey, not going to let perverts have a chance at you, man.

[But he did start the car, heading back to his apartment.]

[He smiled a little when Sam kissed him and breathed a sigh, uncurling a little.] Yeah, I know you won't. Just not used to being protected or needing it. I'm used to being the one jumping out in front of stuff.

It'll be fine, Dean... besides, when it comes down to it, bet you could still fight if you had to. [Might not be as strong or used to this body, but he still had the knowledge of what Dad taught them at least.] Kinda hoping you don't have to though. Be nice if we just get - a normal month together. Well, mostly normal. [he'd prefer it if they got to do this when Dean was normal too, but he already... knew that was kind of out of the question.]

Yeah, I can still fight. [He was just not as sure he was still as good. Dad and Bobby obviously weren't so sure. He shook it off and turned back to Sam, sliding his arm back around him.] We'll have a quiet month. I promise to be good.

[He smiled in response. Knew Dean would try after all. Didn't mean he wasn't going to be keeping an eye on him - or trying. Didn't need Dean getting himself into any trouble. Didn't know how well she could take care of herself after all.] You know, I don't think the cousin excuse is going to fly with how much we're hanging off each other.

[He chuckled and slipped a hand under Sam's shirt, teasing against his stomach with his nails.] Hmm. Good point. Guess I'll have to be your super hot, on-again, off-again girlfriend from wherever you told people you were from.

[Sam's breath might have hitched a little at the touch, the muscles in his stomach tightening under the rake of nails against it. Couldn't help but push into her hand a little though.] Mm, maybe that'll explain why I go MIA so many weekends too, man...

There ya go. Good thinking, Sammy. [Since he wasn't told not to, he let his fingers play over Sam's stomach and his sides.] You know, the nails aren't really so bad...

[Sam let out a soft noise at the touches, griping the wheel a little tighter whenever Dean's nails found a particularly good spot.] Think I could get used to them, yeah...

[Slowly, he dropped his hand to her waist, letting his fingertips dip teasingly under her shirt to feel the warmth her skin under his touch, the softness... God, he couldn't wait to touch more.]

Careful. Remember the coffee shop. [His voice was teasing as he ran his palm over the spots he'd scratched, smoothing over an impressive amount of muscle. Sam seemed so much sturdier under his much softer hand.]

And our lunch is getting cold. [He nudged the sleeve of Sam's tee-shirt up higher and kissed his shoulder.]

[Yeah, he didn't need that reminder. He spared a brief, almost sheepish look.] Dude, I'm driving... My hand is staying above the belt. Besides, you're the one who started it anyway! [Okay, so that excuse didn't work when he was five and it probably wouldn't work now, but...]

And I'm hurrying. Almost back. [He smiled a little at the kiss though.]

I was more talking about your difficulty getting from the car to the apartment last time. One of the fun things about me being in this girl body is that my being horny doesn't show to the world. [Still, he slipped his hand out from under the shirt and smoothed it down.]

Good. I'm starving. [He leaned up and kissed Sam's cheek, then settled in to attempt to be good for the rest of the drive.]

Dean... [Yeah, now he was actually red this time, clearing his throat.] And I bet that's something you're going to use to your advantage.

[He was kind of glad that it wasn't too long before he was able to park.] You get the food, I'll get the rest of the stuff.

[He actually giggled, which was happening with alarming frequency.] I would never!

Okay, muscles. Whatever you say. [He dropped another kiss to Sam's shoulder and scooped up the bag with their food. Then he waited for Sam to get the other bags and followed him into the apartment building.]

Dude, you totally giggled. [And it was kind of cute.]

[Rolling his eyes, he got out and gathered their things, getting them to the elevator and peering down at the bags curiously.] You really liked shopping for girls clothes, didn't you?

[Dean glanced over at the bags and shrugged a little, heat rising in his face. It was the first time since his age had been in single digits that he'd had a chance to buy things to wear just for fun. Not because they were sturdy and hid blood stains well. So, yeah, he maybe went a little overboard.] Yeah. I can always return some later, though. Leave the tags on or whatever.

[He smiled a little sheepishly.] I guess I forgot I'm not actually on vacation.

[Shifting the bags, he reached for the keys in his apartment before offering up a teasing smile.] Hey, it's the closest thing we've got to a vacation.

[even if Dean had to change bodies to get it. When they reached their floor, he stepped out and went to get the door for them both.]

When did you get to be such a gentleman, Sammy? [He teased as he brushed past Sam to step inside the apartment. He went right to the couch and started pulling boxes out of the take-out bag. It smelled awesome. Or he was starving. Or both.] Please tell me you have beer?

Shut up, Dean. [He grumbled, a little embarrassed by the comment before he put the bags down and went to the fridge to grab a couple beers.] Yeah, hang on... [He was soon returning with them, handing one out to her before taking a seat.]

Only teasing ya, dude. [While Sam was getting the beers, Dean worked on getting his new boots off. There were buckles and zippers to contend with. Women's shoes were insane.]

[He tossed them aside and reached for the beer Sam handed him.] Thanks.

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