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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Mmm, that's good, Dean.
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And you know, we were both pretty drunk when this thing started.
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[She leaned up and kissed him softly.] Y'ready to get out of here before we prune up?
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[Reluctantly, he went to shut off the water and step out to grab some towels, passing one to Dean.]
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[She hummed to herself as she riffled through the various clothing bags.]
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Guess who's carrying my money and ID again? [She asked as she joined him in the living room and held the items out.] Girl clothes... no pockets.
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God, you look good. [But he had a feeling she knew that one already. Getting up, he took the items and put them in his pocket, leaning in to steal a deep, lingering kiss.]
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