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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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You got me if you want me, Sammy. [She really, really hoped he was sure this was what he wanted. Once Dean made the break with Dad, she had a distinct feeling she wouldn't be able to go back.]

[She nuzzled into his hair, squeezing him again.] You okay?

[Yeah, part of him wanted it, but part of him- he didn't know. Knew how Dean would follow whatever Dad said, wanted to be with him and he didn't know if he should really tell him to probably go get kicked out just like he had.]

[At the question, he gave a slow nod.] Yeah... m'fine, Dean. Just thinking a little. You?

Nervous. Scared. Worried about you. [She shrugged. Her hand played in his hair lightly. He hadn't called the whole thing off yet, so maybe there was a chance it would work out. She supposed that even if she did break away from Dad and Sam ended up not wanting her, she could still hunt. She'd been on her own more or less for months now.] Thinking about what to do with all the time I won't be hunting.

I don't want you to do something you won't want, Dean... not for me. [He murmured, looking up at her, frowning.] Don't worry about me, dude. I'm- fine. Things are good here and they're staying that way because I'm doing something I want for once in my life.

[His lips finally quirked up a little.] Well, maybe I can help fill some of that time, huh?

I wouldn't offer it if I didn't want to do it. I try not to make promises I can't keep, Sammy.

[She smirked back at him.] Yeah? How're you gonna do that?

Yeah... [he nodded slowly, not wanting to fight about it or anything.]

... Mm, well. [he leaned in to kiss just under her jaw, teasing the soft skin there with his teeth and tongue.] I think I could come up with some ideas...

[Sam still didn't sound convinced. She didn't know what she had to do to prove herself to him. Maybe she'd go ahead and make the break with Dad immediately, instead of waiting for the safety of having her own body back. Hopefully, seeing it actually happen would make Sam believe in her.]

[She tilted her head back for him and sighed softly, relaxing into his touch. Her hands skated down his shoulders and back lightly.] You always come up with good ideas. Love that about you.

[He sighed at the touch to his back, resuming the kisses down her neck, over her chest, just exploring and touching.] Mm... so, you'll admit I can keep up with you now, huh? You thought I wouldn't last a weekend with you the first time we did this from what I remember.

[She laughed softly, arching her body up into his touch. That was never going to stop being good. Not ever.] I guess I was wrong. You can definitely hold your own, Sammy.

[He laughed a little under his breath at that before drawing away a little.] You still want that other round tonight or what, Dean?

[Just wanted to do something now to get her- mind off things. Said she'd been worried, right? And he didn't want her to worry right now...]

With you? Always. [She smiled up at him, hands rubbing down his chest lightly.] You might have noticed, but I kinda want you as often as I can get you...

You living close by means we might actually do it enough to get sick of it, huh? [he sighed at the touch.] Except I don't see it happening even if we do...

[Dean laughed, shaking her head as she brought her hands back up, fingers exploring the lines of his chest. She couldn't get enough of seeing him and touching him.] Never gonna happen, Sammy. When we're having sex, I'm thinking about when I can next get my mouth on you. When I've got my mouth on you, I'm already thinking about the next time we can have sex. When we're not doing either, I want both. I'm lucky I can accomplish anything more complicated than tying my shoes, at this point.

I can't get over this still... [He laughed under his breath, head tilting to watch Dean's fingers move down his chest.] I mean, of all the things I thought I'd be doing? Thinking about sex with my own brother constantly... wasn't one of them, dude.

[And it wasn't just- about the sex either. God, he had it bad here.] Turn around, Dean.

No kidding. Was kinda news to me, too. [She smiled up at him.] Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

[She smiled wider at his order, happy to comply. She rolled underneath him, pausing to arch her back up against him once like a cat before she settled down onto the mattress.]

Well, as I also recall, you were kinda the one who put the moves on me in the first place... not that I'm complaining either.

[Definitely not complaining. He let out a soft noise as she rolled over underneath him, arched like that. He leaned forward to kiss over her back, reaching a hand down between her body and the mattress to dip between her legs, teasing her again.]

Odd. I remember you kissing on me first. [She laughed softly, then moaned when his fingers started to rub against her again. She spread her legs more apart to give him room. God, she loved his hands.] How strong do you suppose you are, Sammy? You could get those panties off, I bet...

I- [He paused, frowning a little because honestly? his memory is still pretty damn hazy of that night. They'd both been drunk and somehow that had led to- yeah...] Did I really?

[He nipped at the back of her neck playfully, his hands going to work on her panties and skirt off when she spoke up.] Guess it is about time for the lingerie to come off, huh?

I think so, but I could be wrong? [She'll take the blame if it makes Sam uncomfortable. She's happy with where they ended up, regardless.]

[Her hands caught his before he could go too far with undressing her. She looked back over her shoulder, grinning playfully.] Or, you could leave the skirt and stocking on. You'd just have to get creative with getting rid of the panties. [It's not like she's that attached to them...]

It doesn't matter... I don't- remember it very well is all. Had a lot of beer that night. [Whoever did it first, they were both happy here, right? Together... that's what mattered.]

[He paused at that, arching a brow.] Yeah? Hmm... Not leaving me many options here, dude. [he was smiling despite himself... licking his lips a little as he eased both hands underneath the skirt and started to tug at the thin fabric to tear it... since that- seemed to be what she was encouraging here.]

[Definitely happy. Dean had zero complaints, right about now.]

[She gasped when she heard the fabric start to give, giving a near purr when they ripped under Sam's hands. Okay, now she totally got why girls enjoyed that. That was a total turn on. She laughed breathlessly and pushed back up against her brother again.] Gonna have to start buying cheap ones. That was kinda hot.

[God, okay, it was kinda hot. The way she practically purred under him and pushed back on him. His hand went back to rubbing her as he curled over the slighter body beneath his, grinding against her.]

[he pressed his fingers inside of her slowly, curling them as he nipped at the back of her neck.] God, you look so good right now, Dean... always want you so damn bad.

Sam... [His name is a drawn out moan on her lips as she opens to his fingers and shivers at the feel of his teeth on the back of her neck. It was like he was all over her. She really liked this feeling.]

[She reached back to tangle a hand in his hair, her head turning to try and kiss him.]

[He leaned forward to kiss her deep and hard, enjoying the feel of her hand tangled in his hair, the press of her body against his. Liked how Dean felt pressed up against him, how she felt wrapped around his fingers - tight and wet and hot...]

[he nibbled at her lower lip before drawing away from the kiss and panting slightly. After a few more strokes of his fingers, he slowly eased them out of her body, pressing himself against her and pushed in slow. his fingers went back to rubbing at her, wanting to give her as much as he could. He murmured softly against her ear- how good she felt, how much he wanted her- anything that came to mind as he sheathed himself deep inside of her.]

[All thought was gone from her mind once Sam pushed into her. She moaned helplessly, squirming against his fingers and pushing herself back against him until he was fully inside her. That was never, ever going to stop being good. And the things he was saying... god, she loved it when he talked like that. Lots of people had said similar things, but with Sam she actually believed them.]

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