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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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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.]

Well, you do pull off convincing cute looks, man... [when Dean had settled back against him, he turned his head to press his lips to his forehead affectionately, eyes focused on the TV still.]

[He kind of tensed a little at the touch against his skin, those fingernails sending pleasant little jolts through his nerves.] Dude, you're a tease. You know that right?

Am not! Just gotta figure out the new equipment. [He grinned and shifted over, straddling Sam's lap.] Besides. It's only teasing if you don't plan to follow through.

[Dean cupped a hand on either side of Sam's face and tipped his brother's head back, leaning in to kiss him very softly.] Mmm. Feels different. [He turned his head to one side and kissed again. Exploring a little.]

[His eyes followed his brother's form as he straddled his lap and his hands just... naturally went to rest on the other's hips, pulling him a little closer.] Guess you got a point...

[He returned that kiss softly, smiling into it.] Yeah... [It just did. Not bad or anything... just different. He pressed into the next kiss, slowly deepening it, his tongue coaxing her lips to part for him.]

[He breathed a sigh into the kiss, lips parting for Sam without hesitation. His tongue teased against Sam's. Long nails dragged very lightly down the sides of Sam's neck. When the kiss ended, he drew back slowly, sucking Sam's bottom lip softly for a second before releasing it.]

You still wanna see the other stuff I got? [He grinned, rubbing the end of his nose against his brother's.]

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