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clothes shopping! for samefivealbums

_{(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 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.]

[His hands rubbed up her sides, tilting his head to press another quick kiss to Dean's lips.] Yeah... I think I do.

'Kay. Wait here. [He kissed Sam another time and then again before he climbed to his feet. Grabbed the bags and disappeared into the bedroom.]

[When he reemerged, he had the mini skirt that got such a strangled Dean in the store and the shirt he wanted to show off. It was backless, silver, and not see through like the mesh one, but so thin and clingy that it showed every curve and contour. Clearly not made to have a bra on underneath. He grinned and did a turn to show off all the angles.] Tell me this isn't better than the see-through one?

[He leaned back on the couch while he waited on his brother to come back out and... crap. He was definitely glad Dean hadn't shown that one off in the store. The way it clung to every curve of her body and showed off too much and not enough skin. He licked his lips, averting his gaze after a moment.]

Y-yeah... Yeah, that one's nice, Dean. [Because he didn't know what else to say and he didn't want to seem like that big of a perv.]

Just nice? [He grinned and settled back into Sam's lap, had to hitch the skirt a little higher to make it work, and dropped a kiss on his lips.] I like this one. Almost makes me wish I could dance. And, well, didn't hate dancing music.

I think you know how good it looks on you already, Dean. [And dammit... wasn't helping that he was now on his lap, skirt hitched up and God- okay. He couldn't resist bringing up his fingers to trail over Dean's back gently, relishing in the feel of even softer skin under his fingertips.] God, you look good. And seriously, dude, you do not need to dance, especially at a club or something.

[He'd never be able to keep the guys off.]

[That was the attention he was looking for and, yeah, he basked in it a little. He liked the wide-eyed look and nervous way Sam licked his lips, trying not to ogle too much. Dean rolled his shoulders against Sam's fingers and laughed at the club refusal.] No? Where else would you wear something like this? Well, unless there's a motorcycle magazine photo shoot around here..?

[He nuzzled Sam's jaw lightly.] Still interested? There's a bunch of other stuff.

You were uncomfortable enough with two frat boys checking you out, Dean... do you think a club would be any better? [He arched a brow.] Besides, you're right - you don't dance.

[He nodded slowly at that question because, God, as much as he liked where he was sitting, the way he looked... he was definitely going to be in trouble if Dean didn't give him another breather. His mind was heading in all the wrong directions - mostly about how it'd be easy to take that shirt off and how that skirt was hiked up just enough to practically ache to see underneath - Yeah, he totally had to get a hold of himself.] Yeah, okay. Let's see what else you got.

That's true, but I wasn't prepared for it then. And you'd take care of me. [He grinned and kissed the end of Sam's nose. really had no interest in going dancing. It was just an amusing image.]

That'ta boy! [He hopped up and tugged the skirt down, heading back into the bedroom. He called back as he dug through the bags again.] You're gonna try to keep me from wearing any of this anywhere, aren't you?

[He rolled his eyes at that, but there was a slight smile tugging at his lips.]

Depends on what it is, man...

[Dean took pity on his brother and showed off a couple of relatively tame choices he'd made. Just to prove he had some. Then he started to lean back toward the revealing and playful.]

Okay, this is another favorite. You'll kill me if you don't like this one, seriously. It's a classic. [The classic schoolgirl outfit, complete with plaid mini skirt, knee-high white stockings, and too-tight, white button down shirt... conveniently impossible to button all the way up. It revealed a glimpse of the lacy, pink bra underneath. Only thing missing was the pigtails.] No, this was not sold as a set. Yes, I put this together from my own imagination. I regret nothing.

[Yeah, okay, it was a relief to see the tamer choices - which were a lot more like what Dean usually wore anyway that he'd almost, almost settled himself back down, got his mind back into more brotherly-territory...]

[And of course that wouldn't last, but that - outfit he wore out earned a flustered, exasperated look that pretty much said it all probably. His eyes went wide, cheeks heating up a bit which only added to the frustration.] Dean, dude- I... you're unbelievable. I really mean that.

[And why did he like that?]

I'll take that as a compliment. [He answered cheerfully, reclaiming his spot on Sam's lap.] This is pretty much it for real clothes. Unless you wanna see pajamas and underwear. [With a teasing grin, he hooked a finger into the side of the shirt and tugged it aside just a tiny bit to show off the pink bra strap.] This one's a set.

You know, it's a good thing you weren't born my sister for real. [Because, God, she was going to drive him crazy at this rate. He watched as she settled back on his lap, eyes roaming shamelessly over her.]

[And his eyes were drawn right down her shirt when he pulled it aside like that, unable to hide the heated look that came to his face.] Yeah? [He licked his lips absently and leaned in, kissing at the exposed skin tentatively, eyes darting up to his brother's face.] I think I like it.

Yeah. I think I like it, too. [He grinned, breath hitching when Sam's lips touched his skin. Everything felt new and different. Dean bit his bottom lip a second, then reached for Sam's hands, bringing them up to rest against the shirt buttons.] Y'wanna see the rest?

[God, this had to be even more messed up than usual, but his fingers went to work on those buttons anyway while his mouth moved back to his neck, kissing and lapping at the skin. Only fair he got to do some teasing back after all that Dean had done today...] You're even more of a pervert as a girl, I think... at least with the costumes.

[Oh, that was good. Dean's toes curled at the touch of lips on his neck and even that felt different. Softer, somehow. He squirmed closer, up against Sam's hips.] Sorry, they were all out of French maid. Next shopping trip.

Dude, I don't think I can handle many more of these costumes. [His breath hitched at that friction against him as he slowly went to push the shirt off her shoulders, drawing away to take a good look.]

[And God, he wasn't disappointed either. Slowly, his hands smoothed up her sides, just taking it all end before finally coming to rest at her breasts, gently exploring because... God, he didn't know what Dean wanted right now or how.]

[Dean shivered at the first touch of Sam's hands on him. His brother's hands had always seemed huge, but they were even bigger on this body and fit around each breast just about perfectly. He pushed into that touch, encouraging the exploring. He didn't actually know what he wanted, but this was a very good start.]

[The slow roll of his hips against Sam's was feeling just as good. The skirt rode up higher and left him with just the thin lace of the matching panties between him... no, definitely going to have to admit to the her, now... and Sam's jeans.]

[he kneaded a little, leaning in to kiss just above the top of the bra as he gained a little more confidence here with the positive response. Slowly, he moved to pepper some kisses over the fabric, teasing at a nipple through the fabric.]

[And one hand trailed back to her leg, pressing up under the skirt to trail up the soft, smooth skin them.] God, Dean...

[Dean was already panting softly by the time Sam teased at her nipple, then a helpless, kind of mewling sound she couldn't really identify escaped. She wriggled closer and tangled a hand in Sam's hair, keeping him close.]

Sammy... [Her other hand tugged at the skirt, pulling it up high and out of the way of his hand.]

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