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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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Absolutely. [She grinned and shut off the engine, climbing out to grab their bag of stuff.] I hope it doesn't disappoint you after all this hype.

Dude, nothing you've worn has disappointed me. [He smiled, following her out after grabbing his share of their things.]

Good. [Dean grinned and slipped the bag strap over her shoulder. Since he was carrying a cooler and needed both hands, she held onto his arm instead of his hand as they walked down the boardwalk to the sand.]

[She pulled a large beach towel from the bag and spread it out for them to sit and put their stuff on. Once it was spread out and the bag put down, she pulled off her t-shirt and shorts, leaving her in just a little, black string bikini.]

[Sam settled their cooler down, pausing to pull off his own shirt and then he just kind of stopped for a moment because-- yeah. okay, wow. It wasn't fair that Dean looked hot no matter what his body was apparently.]

Look good- Amy. [You'd think it'd be easy to remember to call Dean by the fake name, given that she looked so different, but it was still Dean to him.] You weren't kidding.

[She did a little turn to show off all the angles and smiled happily. She'd felt a residual twinge of nerves from their argument earlier when she took off her outer clothes, but Sam looked like he was enjoying the view and not upset, so she let it go and just enjoyed the moment.] It's kinda simple, but I thought it looked nice.

It does... it really does, man. [He took in the view, laughing under his breath.] Just don't complain later if you burn up a lot more places in that thing, dude. [He teased lightly, leaning in to brush his lips to hers.]

Hey, that's your job! [She told him after he kissed her.] You've gotta sun screen me up, Sammy. I don't wanna crispy fry. [She bent to dig the sun screen out of the bag and hand it to him.]

[He took the lotion when it was handed to him and squeezed some out into his hand because... yeah, Dean going home red as a tomato would not end up being a good night for either of them.] Alright, turn around for me. [He reached out to start rubbing it on her back, making sure to cover anything exposed as well as he could.

[She held her hair away from her neck and let him smooth on the lotion. Looking good was a fine thing, but a sunburn would make the whole day a bust.] What'cha wanna do when we're done with the sun screen?

[He let his hands work over her back for a moment or so extra, just kneading lightly at any tenseness he found there, humming as he thought that over.] Swim? Or I seem to recall you saying you can kick my ass at volleyball...

[Dean sighed softly at the attention, happy to let him touch as much as he wanted.] I can totally kick your ass at volleyball. [Total lie. Dean sucked at volleyball.]

Like you could totally kick my ass at video games? [Okay, maybe that hadn't been fair because they'd both been drunk, but... That was beside the point. He'd won that night.]

Beginner's luck. When we go back, I'mma whup you. [She looked over her shoulder and grinned. In all probability, Sam was gonna whip her soundly today, but she didn't care. It would be fun either way.]

Whatever. [The look he gave said he didn't believe it for a minute. He reached to grab up the ball, bouncing it in his hands.] You sure about this?

Sure, why not? Maybe my incredible, bouncing rack will distract you well enough I can make a point now and then. [She smiled and nodded over to an empty net strung up on the beach.] C'mon.

Come on, give me some credit. I have some self-control, you know. But I know now why you probably picked that swimsuit. [He flashed a playful look and went to follow Dean when she motioned over to the empty net.]

I did say 'maybe'. [She shot back as she took a side of the net.] And that's so not why I picked this suit. I picked it because of this thing. [She flicked the little silver charm that dangled from the string between her breasts. What? Shiny was good.]

You got it because it had something shiny on it? [He arched a brow, teasing.] You're a dork, you know that?

[But he took a step back to pass the ball over the net.]

I'm not a dork. I'm awesome. [She batted the ball back over the net. In truth, she was kind of surprised it made it over. Volleyball was not a sport she often found reason to play.]

Nah, you're mostly a dork. [He moved to bat the ball back, smiling a little bit. He knew Dean didn't have experience with this game at least. And it didn't matter how bouncy things got (which was a plus to see, admittedly), he was pretty sure he could keep his focus.]

[Dean missed the second pass entirely. She scowled at him as she turned to chase after the ball and pick it up out of the sand. Oh well. She got to bend over and tease when she reached for the ball, so it wasn't a total loss.]

[Okay, that was another plus for him too and even more reason to give Dean reasons to chase after the ball... And hey, he figured he was allowed to steal some tease-free looks when she bent over, while her eyes were elsewhere.] Dude, that totally sucked.

You suck. [She grumbled back, not really all that bothered as she straightened up and returned to her side of the net with the ball. She served it back over to him kind of clumsily.]

[He snorted, going to bat the ball when she served it back. Oh, there was an almost smug laugh. He wasn't that great at this game either... but at least he was a little better than Dean so far.] Totally kicking my ass, Amy!

Keep it up, laughing boy, and I will! [She called back, batting the ball back to him. Darn him and his smug face!]

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