Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-09-27 02:13 pm
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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?
[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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Just remember, for the next twenty-nine days or so, when you're coming home form class? If you're bringing anybody with you, call ahead. [She leaned in and whispered in his ear.] I might be naked, fingering myself, and waiting for you.
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[He paused when she leaned in, whispering against his ear. God... if he hadn't just had one mindblowing orgasm, he'd probably already be hard again just from those words and the mental images that followed.] Mmm, God, Dean... then don't expect me to be bringing people home too often. [Be a shame to waste that kind of greeting...]
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