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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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Probably not. [She answered cheerfully, laying on her stomach, legs bent at the knees, and feet kicking in the air. It was fun to watch him walk around in the buff. Even if she wasn't allowed to pounce on him.]

Nice ass! [That's totally not pouncing.]

[Sam straightened up at that, giving Dean a brief look before just rolling his eyes.] Don't be stupid, dude.

[He flashed a smile as he headed towards the bathroom to wash up.]

[She frowned at the 'stupid' comment, but tried not to let it sting. It was possible Sam just wasn't a morning person. She climbed out of bed and pulled on a clean pair of panties and Sam's discarded shirt from the day before, heading into the kitchen to see about breakfast.]

[Fortunately, there was food. Sam must have had a free day to shop. She had coffee, pancakes, and sausage going in short order.]

[Sam rushed through the shower--didn't have time to linger really and soon, he was stepping out fully dressed and ready to head out... the sight of Dean in the kitchen, clad in his shirt got him to pause, right along with the smell of breakfast.] Dude, seriously, you're cooking?

[He moved to step up behind her, leaning in to kiss on her cheek.]

I was hungry? [She offered, leaning into him a little. Plus, she figured she was going to be home all day and he had to rush off, so it wouldn't hurt to make sure he got breakfast. She was the better cook anyway.]

Aren't you? [She turned her head and brushed a kiss against his lips.]

Yeah, a little... [He smiled at that kiss, his arm coming around her waist. Okay, so maybe he was enjoying the new curves a little more than he'd admit. He was enjoying seeing her in his shirt even more - too bad he didn't have the time to do anything about it.]

You sticking around the house until I get out or are you going out today? [asked as he drew away and moved to set the table.]

Think I might go out. Explore the area a little. I also need to find someone in the area who can do IDs. I can live without certain things for a month, but beer ain't one of them. [Also driving. She missed her car. It would be a good chance to see how she did in the seedier areas as a girl. She felt a little more confident now that she had actual clothes that fit.]

[She put a plate of pancakes on the table and then went back for the sausage.] What time do you think your classes will be over?

Yeah, okay. Just - be careful, dude. [Knew Dean could take care of himself, but... he hadn't really had to fight in that body, especially not for real.] And you need to tell me what name you're going by too... can't introduce you as my brother, Dean. Especially with the way I'm sure my neighbors heard you last night.

I will. [She sat down when all the food was finished, dishing pancakes and sausage onto the plate he set out for her.] That's a good question. I hadn't thought of what name to use. No more Ted Nugent or Ozzy for me.

Any suggestions?

[He grabbed some food for himself, shrugging as he considered that question.] Dude, do not use some really obvious fake name. If I see Joan Jett or something on your license, you're sleeping on the couch. Seriously.

[She laughed at the threat, fairly confident that if she tried to sleep on the couch, Sam would soon join her anyway.] I was thinking normal names, Sam, relax. Something like... I dunno, Amy, or Kate. Something simple.

Yeah, okay. Amy would be nice... you're probably just going to choose something you want to hear me screaming out anyway, knowing you. [And Dean's obsession with making him get as loud as possible when they had sex.]

I can live with Amy. [She grinned at him, pouring syrup onto her pancakes and cutting into them.] I keep telling you, Sam.... everyone's got to have a hobby. Mine's sucking and fucking you so well you scream for me. There are way worse hobbies to have, you know.

I'm not complaining about your hobbies, dude. Pretty damn grateful for them actually... and I can't get over I'm going to have you here for a month. [Hopefully and hopefully, Dad wouldn't figure out where Dean was right now and wreck this.]

Neither can I. Bet that witch would've thought twice about this curse if she'd known she was doing me a favor. [She cut a piece of sausage and took a bite, chewing happily. A whole month. She had a plan to keep Dad off her back. If she kept in touch regularly, it was possible he wouldn't check up on her location. If he did, she hoped telling him she was surreptitiously watching over Sam with her downtime would be sufficient explanation for him.]

[He took a couple more bites of his food before getting to his feet and bending over to steal a quick kiss to her temple.] Gotta head out. Call you around three or something to meet up, alright?

Yep. Call my cell, in case I'm out. [She smiled and winked at him playfully.] Be good. Be smart. Learn stuff.

Alright, Dean... [He smiled at the other once more as he straightened up before he went to grab his things and head out the door.]

[Bad thing about knowing Dean was going out like she was? Couldn't help but be a little worried about her... on top of the usual thoughts that sprung up whenever he knew he had Dean there, ready and willing for him. But mostly it was worry, but Dean was tough and she'd take care of herself.]

[Since she had five or six hours before she met Sam for lunch, she figured she had plenty of time to take care of the ID problem. It would just be a matter of finding someone who could do quality work. In a college town, it shouldn't be too hard. She cleaned up from breakfast, grabbed a quick shower, dressed, and headed out.]

[About four hours, a fight she won fairly easily and one not so easy, and a hefty chunk of cash later, she had a shiny new ID dubbing her Amy Williams. Kinda boring, sure, but it got her a beer at a nice bar, so she wasn't going to complain. It worked. That was all she wanted.]

[With an hour or so left to kill, she decided some shopping was in order...]

[As soon as Sam's classes were over and done with for the day and he'd excused himself from the company of a few friends, he was getting out his phone to give a quick text.]

Ready to meet up?

[Dean was stashing a bag in the trunk of the Impala when her phone beeped. She smiled at the text and replied.]

Yup! Where do you want me to meet you?

Remember that restaurant we ate at when you first visited? There.

I remember. Be there in fifteen minutes or so.

[With traffic it was closer to twenty, but she was close. She was even dressed nice, like she promised. The skirt was knee length and the tank top covered everything Sam would've wanted covered. When she saw him, she slid into the booth next to him and smiled.] How was class?

[She really did look nice and when she slid in, he took advantage of her current body, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek in greeting. Missed getting to do that...] It went good. You look - really nice, you know? [He straightened back up.] How was your day anyway?

Thank you. [She smiled at the kiss and leaned into his side when he straightened up.] My day was productive. Here... [She reached into the top of her boot and pulled out the new ID, handing it to him. Girl clothes really needed to come with more pockets.]

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