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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[He shifted his weight until he was leaning over her.] Into a lot of the other stuff you do though.
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[he slowly crawled back up her body, their lips meeting in a soft, slow kiss as he pressed them as close together as he could, skin against skin.] Love you.
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Just... I need to know it's what you really want. For the long haul. Before I go turning everything upside down.
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[And she was asking him for a decision. He could still remember her telling him that he'd need - to answer, the next time she asked about their relationship, not brush it off, not ignore it or say he needed to think about it. He frowned, slowly looking down.]
[God, he was nervous all of a sudden.] I want you to answer this for me first, Dean, seriously... you wouldn't really be pissed eventually if I- asked you to do that? To leave Dad like that?
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I'm gonna miss him. I'm gonna be sorry he won't bury the hatchet with you and let us all be together again. I'm pretty sure I won't be blaming you for any of that, though.
You're not asking me to do anything, right now. I'm making an offer. Don't take it lightly. If there's even the slightest chance you think you might decide you don't want me around, tell me now, please.
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[he wanted Dean to really think about it, consider it.] Would you keep hunting around here? [There was another pause and he gave Dean another look.] Hey, it's not like - I'd get sick of you, Dean. You're my brother, okay? And- yeah, I like being away from Dad and hunting and- I was pissed that you didn't... I don't know. [That he let Dad kick him out like that. but he didn't want to get into that, not right now...]
But I do miss having my big brother around. You were- what was good in my life growing up, okay? No matter what stupid arguments we got into growing up.
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[He bit back on the desire to remind Dean that he still- didn't want anything to do with hunting, that he didn't want to be part of that life anymore. He'd told him that so many times before and he just had to try and believe that dean understood it well enough by now.]
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[She knew Sam wouldn't be hunting with her. It was just something she couldn't give up on, entirely. Well, she could if he asked her to, but she was hoping he wouldn't.]
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[She nuzzled into his hair, squeezing him again.] You okay?
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[At the question, he gave a slow nod.] Yeah... m'fine, Dean. Just thinking a little. You?
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