clothes shopping! for samefivealbums

[onlytobenormal]

_{(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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[samefivealbums]

Changed my mind. [She shrugged and reached for the glass when it appeared by her elbow.] There's a table open. Decided on stakes?

[onlytobenormal]

I, uh... [He got a little distracted, actually, with Dean's sudden mood change.] how about the same as last time? Kind of includes anything we might want to do...

[samefivealbums]

Sounds fine. Let's go. [She took a sip from her glass, heading for the table she'd spotted. It really wasn't a good idea for her to drink too much, so she'd try to keep it slow.]

[onlytobenormal]

[He followed her, arching a brow.] So, are we going to talk about what pissed you off or are we doing the thing where you just try to drink it away, dude?

[samefivealbums]

Just hurt, not pissed off. You're not in trouble. [Stupid girly feelings. The whiskey would drown it out soon enough. She grabbed a rack and started racking up the balls.] Who's going to break?

[onlytobenormal]

Okay, are we going to talk about what- hurt you then? You know... I didn't mean anything, right? [He let out a sigh, shrugging.] You can.

[samefivealbums]

[She finished racking the balls and selected a pool cue, standing by the end of the table and bending to line up the breaking shot.] I know you probably didn't, but you've got this look you get sometimes... I don't know if you know you're doing it or if it's like a reflex. Like you can't believe what a dumb whore I used to be. I'm never ashamed of myself until you're looking at me like that. [She broke the balls with more force than strictly necessary. Scowled at them when nothing sank.] Your shot.

[onlytobenormal]

Dude... [He paused, eyes going wide at her words.] That's not- I never... That's not what I thought. Sometimes I think you're a little... unbelievable, but... [He didn't know what to say and maybe a bar wasn't exactly the place to be having this conversation. Cue in hand though, he went to take his shot.]

[samefivealbums]

Unbelievable in what way? [She sipped her whiskey, watching him line up his shot. A lot of her tension had drained off now that she was actually moving around and doing something. The whiskey started to kick in and that helped, too. She was also kind of enjoying the interested looks from surrounding tables.]

[onlytobenormal]

You've just... done a lot of crap, that's all... a lot more than me. And you kinda don't care how detailed you get, dude. [He shrugged.] It's none of my business who with or how many though. [And maybe if he wasn't a little distracted by the attention they were getting, his shot wouldn't have sucked half as much as it did.] Do you seriously want to talk about this here?

[samefivealbums]

Not really. I thought you'd be pissed if I tried to dodge the conversation. [She moved around him to line up her second shot. This one went better, a striped ball sinking finally, in spite of the whispered comments she was getting.] I'm happy to wait, if you are.

[onlytobenormal]

Dude, our whole lives you've been giving way too many details on your encounters... [But he smiled a little, trying to ignore whatever looks or comments they were getting from around the bar.]

[And when she finished her shot, he took the moment to lean in and press a kiss to her temple.] Alright... later. After I kick your butt here.

[samefivealbums]

[She turned and brushed a kiss across his lips.] You're dreaming. [She pulled away and went to line up a shot on the next ball. Whiskey was throwing off her aim nicely. She missed.]

[onlytobenormal]

[He laughed a little and went to take his own shot now that it was his turn. The whiskey had to be throwing off her aim.] You're sure you still want to do the bet, Amy?

[samefivealbums]

I never back down. [She answered, watching him as she leaned against the side of the table and sipped her drink.] You wanna surrender?

[onlytobenormal]

I'm not going to surrender, you know? [He took his shot, grinning when it wasn't half bad.] But I think the whiskey's throwing off your game, dude.