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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 are. [Sam agreed, watching in amusement as Dean look down and studied his chest pretty damn close. Dean was seriously wanting the sentimental stuff? Either that or she was setting him up for a hell of a lot of teasing later. He debated a moment or so before leaning in to press his lips against her ear, one hand coming up to stroke her hair back away from her face as he spoke.] Know what else? I am also really happy you're here with me, Dean... and I'm so glad you came up here to visit me that night and that we got drunk enough to actually... do what we did. [He moved, down, nuzzling into her shoulder, pressing a kiss where it met her neck.]

I know you probably don't believe me, Dean, but dude, I missed you so much when I came up here and yeah, I was pissed about what happened the night I told Dad about Stanford, but... mostly it was just weird as hell not having you with me. [He shrugged.] You were like, one of the only good things about my life growing up.

And... [He drew away, maybe blushing a bit himself now, not quite meeting her eyes.] if you tease me about any of this later, dude, I am totally kicking your ass when you're back to normal.

[Dean wasn't quite sure how to react to the sudden wave of affection from Sam. She wanted it, absolutely. Maybe even craved it a little, but never expected him to actually go for it. She shivered at his words and pressed herself in closer to him.]

[Hearing that he'd missed her after he left made her eyes sting and rather than giving in to that particular urge, she waited until he finished speaking and then captured his face gently in her hands. She kissed him long, soft, and deep. She wasn't sure what to say in words, but hopefully he'd get the message.]

[He hadn't been looking at her directly because--God, this was awkward enough. Not that Sam had anything against talking or hell, even showing his big brother he cared now that things were... getting better since he first left for college, but... definitely didn't know how Dean was going to react.]

[The way she did though... was way better than he could have expected. He gave a soft noise into the kiss, returning it, pretty much melting into the show of affection. Not like- he expected Dean to use her words or to hear all the same stuff back... but yeah, he definitely got the message. He smiled lightly when the kiss ended, nudging his forehead into hers.] Love you, Dean...

Love you, too. [She leaned her forehead against his and sighed, smiling contentedly. This was just about better than sex. Which was just weird for her.] I'm glad I came, too. I almost didn't. I thought you wouldn't want to see me. I'm glad you let me in the door. Missed you. You're important to me. Always have been. I dunno how to be me without you. [Okay, so her words didn't sound as polished and nice as Sam's, but she meant them.]

[He smiled at those words, reaching up to rest a hand on her cheek lightly, thumb brushing the skin softly.] I'm here, Dean... always will be, dude. Promise. Just glad to have my big brother back. [Even if she was... kind of his big sister right now.]

[She was blushing still, but much more relaxed. Sam wasn't laughing at her. That was more than she expected.] You're got me, Sammy. All yours. Much as you want. [She turned her head to kiss the palm of his hand, then tucked her head in against his shoulder, getting cozy.] I'm totally gonna be a big, giant girl from now on, so get used to it.

[He gave a soft, affectionate laugh.] I might be able to get used to it...

[He settled both arms around her, pulling her a little closer.] Never thought- you know, I'd be... we'd be in this kind of relationship, man. I mean, I guess no one- plans on this kinda thing anyway.

No, I guess they don't. [She shrugged, settling into his embrace and rubbing her cheek against his skin lightly.] I'm happy, though. Are you? Even if it's not, y'know, that close to normal like you wanted?

[he was quiet, just thinking over his answer.] It's not normal... but we weren't- raised exactly normal, Dean. Dad raised us like warriors, man... and all we really had were each other, right? [Not like they stayed one place long enough to make any real connections, not many of them. That didn't make this- normal or right, he was pretty sure, it didn't feel nearly as wrong as it should. Probably just another testament to how weird they were and another reason why Sam never felt like he could quite fit in no matter how he tried.]

I'm happy, Dean. [Maybe his life wasn't normal, but it was pretty safe and... he liked it. Liked getting away from hunting, away from Dad. Be lying if he said he thought it could last though. Dad wasn't stupid and Sam knew he'd figure something out eventually... no telling what crap would go down whenever he did.]

[Dean fully planned to shield Sam from any Dad fall-out. She just hoped it held off until after she got her normal body back. Even then, she probably couldn't take him, but she had a better chance of surviving it.]

Good. I want you to be happy. [She kissed his neck softly.]

[He let out a sigh.] Nothing to be unhappy about right now, Dean. I'm in school, studying something I enjoy, and I got you around again...

[His expression was a little more teasing when he looked up at her.] I also get to show off a cute girlfriend for a month...

I am cute, aren't I? [She grinned playfully and kissed his lips lightly.] I promise to dress up cute and make you look good when we go out. I won't even wear the school girl outfit.

[That earns a snort and an eyeroll.] Yeah, the school girl outfit definitely can stay at the house.

You know, we should probably get up and shower eventually...

Tsk, tsk. No sense of adventure. [She kissed him again, then sat up and stretched. They really should get to the shower if they were going to get moving any time soon. Otherwise, she might just fall asleep.] You all rested up now?

Hey- it's not that I'm not adventurous, it's just... that's totally not appropriate, dude. [He slowly rose up after her, leaning in to kiss at her shoulder.] More or less. How about you?

We'll have to find a good fetish club, then. [She teased him, sighing happily at the kiss. She turned to brush her lips against his.] I'm good. Looking forward to a hot shower and going out.

You're joking. [And he gave her a look like 'you better be joking'. But he returns that kiss lightly and gets to his feet to head into the bathroom and starts up the water.]

Maybe! [She called after him, enjoying the disbelieving look on his face. She had been kidding, but it was still fun to tease him. Before she left the living room, she snatched up another condom from the table. Given their track record with showers, it was a pretty good bet.]

[She wandered in behind Sam and kissed the back of his neck, then trailed the little square wrapper down his spine.] Guess what I'm thinking right now?

[And he gives her that unamused look he always gives when Dean says something she might think is hilarious and he doesn't because he doesn't even know how to tease back when Dean can still say crap that makes him want to squirm.]

[The mild annoyance is gone by the time Dean makes it into the bathroom and he feels the light scratch of the wrapper down his back, lips quirking up despite himself as he turns to face her, eyes the wrapper.] Yeah, uh. I don't think I really need to guess, dude. [He turned to tug her closer, pull her in for a proper kiss.]

[Dean leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around Sam's neck. She hummed happily into it. He was such a good kisser. It really wasn't fair.] Not even one little guess? [She grinned, pressing a thigh in between his legs, rubbing lightly.]

Well, I imagine it involves you pressed up against the shower wall again, right? [He reached down, hands smoothing down her hips slowly as she rubs against him.] But... I guess I'm not sure what all you have planned before we get to that point.

[He leaned in, kissing her deeper, lingering there.] Maybe you leaning against the wall and me on my knees between your legs? Or maybe you'd prefer if I used my hand... from what you said on the phone, you really like my fingers.

Oh God, Sammy... [She moaned into his kiss, shivering at the things he was suggesting. She hadn't actually planned for the before part of the equation. His ideas were sounding really, really good.] I love your fingers. And your mouth. I haven't actually found a part I don't like.

[Something he was enjoying about the sudden change his sister had gone through? She was light enough that it really wasn't that much of a pain to reach down and hitch her up, lift her to carry her into the shower, give her a taste of being pressed against the wall as he smiled against her.] Mmm, glad to hear that, Dean... really.

[Wasn't like he had... years of experience his brother had. He wasn't a virgin, but he wasn't Dean Winchester, who could walk into any place and usually pick up someone willing to go some place quiet with him. Dean never had to skittishly ask him how you even talk to girls... So it was kind of satisfying in its own way whenever he could make Dean squirm and moan for him, need him - male or female.]

[Dean made a mewling sound of want when Sam pressed her into the wall. She was enjoying the smaller build every bit as much as he was. Being picked up, held, carried, and pressed up into walls? Was doing all kinds of good things for her. It had been years since she found herself wanting so badly. Dean Winchester played it cool and smooth. There was nothing cool or smooth about the way she kissed Sam right now. It was all hungry and needy.]

[Her hands tangled in his hair and used the hold to deepen the kiss.] Want you. Want you...

[He groaned into that kiss, returning it deeply as her hands tangled in his hair. He was grinding up against her slowly.] Want you too, Dean...

[Yeah, their track record was awful and he didn't really mind it at all.] God- want you so bad.

[Slowly, he lowered her down to stand on her own, slowly moving down to his knees and kissing whatever skin he passed on his way down.] Love you, Dean.

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