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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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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.

[He rolled his eyes and settled next to her, offering up a slight smile.] Yeah, no problem.

[And now he was reaching for some of the food because he was starving too.] Remote's over there if you want to see what's on TV.

[Dean balanced his dinner in his lap, the beer between his knees, and the remote in hand. Mid-day TV appeared to be not much better than morning TV. He found some old Shark Week show and left it there.] You'd think a college town could cough up some better programming, jeez.

[Tossing the remote aside, he shifted sideways a little on the couch, putting his feet up and leaning his back lightly against Sam's shoulder.]

What kinda programming are you wanting, dude? [He settled back, sliding his arm around Dean's shoulders, picking at his own food with the other.]

I dunno. A good cop drama. Some decent cartoons. A movie that is in no way, shape, or form about vampires. [He wiggled in under Sam's arm until he was comfortable and then got busy eating. The food was a little cold by now, but still pretty awesome. Sam had decent taste in take-out.]

What do you watch when I'm not around?

[He shrugged.] I don't know, dude. Whatever's on. [Geeky stuff that Dean wouldn't like and would likely tease him about forever.] I don't watch it too much...

Dude, you still watch cartoons?

[He probably would tease Sam, but he'd do it affectionately.]

Sure do. Cartoons are uncomplicated. Sometimes it's nice to just have something stupid to laugh at or pretty, flashing colors. [He twisted a little and snagged a bite off Sam's dish before cozying back down against his side.]

Sometimes I think you never matured past like, nine, dude. [He teased lightly, pulling a face when dean decided to steal some off his plate. That just meant he was going to nab something off Dean's in retaliation.]

Thief. [He leaned up and kissed the corner of Sam's mouth lightly.] Not nice to steal from girls, you know.

That doesn't apply to you, Dean. You're my brother... sister. Whatever. [He smiled lightly at the kiss, turning his head to kiss her temple.]

But, I'm fragile and delicate, Sammy! [He batted his eyelashes playfully before he went back to eating. It was annoying, but he discovered he was just about full and only halfway through his food. Ah well. More for tomorrow.]

Whatever, dude. You're talking to someone who knows you, you know? [When he was through with his own food, he placed it on the table for now - not eager to pull away from Dean yet. Kinda weird to see him slowing down already though when he was only halfway done.]

I had to try. Girls get away with so much stuff on a cute look. [He tried. He really did. It just wasn't happening. The plate joined Sam's, still half full, and he sat back against his brother. After a second, one hand snaked under Sam's shirt again, teasing at his skin with too-long, polished nails.]

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