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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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[Dean snatched her slushie out of the cup holder before he pulled her to her feet. Outside their theater, she pulled on his hand to change direction and go out through one of the side exits instead of the front. Fewer people to pass that way. It was a little bit longer a walk, but she figured Sam would appreciate fewer people seeing them like this.]

[Outside, the chilly night air hit and made her gasp, her already aching nipples standing out even more. She moaned a little and pulled Sam faster toward the car. Her voice was low and urgent.] Hurry, Sam. God, I need you.

Yeah... I know, Dean. Need you too. [He let his eyes drift shut the moment they were outside, letting out a soft sigh. God, just looking at her... he moved quicker to the call, only letting her go when he had to go slip in the passenger side.]

Come on. We'll find a place, quick.

[She climbed into the car and waited for him to start it before she was pressed up against his side again. Her hips were still rocking, the vibrator inside her driving her steadily insane. She fingered the chain under her dress as she leaned against her brother's side.] Fuck, I want my mouth back on you, Sammy.

[She shivered with the slushie cup between her thighs, the thin plastic cup doing nothing to protect her tender skin from the cold. She pushed it back a little more to press against her. The cold chilled down the clamp on her clit and made it that much more intense. She whimpered.]

Let me-- get somewhere with less traffic first, Dean. [He was having a hard enough time focusing without that distracting him too.]

[He sighed a little as he watched her from the corner of his eye pressing that cup against her.] How's it feel?

God... [She shivered, leaning back against the seat back and letting her eyes close. She pushed her hips forward a little more into that coldness.] Feels good. I'm so fucking hot down there, feels good in contrast and, fuck, it's making the clamp and chain like ice.

[Sam needed to focus on the road--and he was. But he only needed one hand for the wheel so the other went back between her legs, in between her and the cup, rubbing against her, letting out a soft groan.] Want to fuck you so bad, Dean... God, do you know how much it's driving me crazy, knowing how many times I've fucked you today? Knowing you've still got me inside you...

[Probably should feel more guilty about that, all things considered, but right now, Sam's head was too clouded for any other thoughts beyond getting Dean naked and under him.]

It feels so good. [She moaned, pushing the cup away a bit to give his fingers more room to tease at her.] Every time you come inside me, I feel like you're claiming me all over again. Nobody else is ever going to get to do that.

[She whined softly, rocking into his fingers.] Want you to fuck me again and again. When we get home and you let me come, I wanna do it with your cock inside me, Sammy.

[He bit the inside of his cheek to keep quiet, squirming.] No, they're not... you're mind, Dean. No matter what.

[He rubbed over her, let his fingers ease into her again, brush against that toy before drawing back out teasingly.] Take you anyway you want, Dean, as many times as you want.

Always yours. [She agreed, squirming against those teasing figures. Wanted so much more.] Wouldn't do any of this tonight for anyone else. Only you.

[She glanced over at him with an urgent, heated look.] Traffic clear enough, yet?

[He took in a shaky breath, fidgeting in his seat and took his hand away from her to unzip his jeans, to draw himself out, nodding.] Y-yeah... yeah, it is.

[Dean didn't waste any time getting down onto the seat and stretching out with her head in his lap. She took a mouthful of her slushie before she set it beside her, tucked in between her body and the back of the seat. Then she took him into her mouth, swallowing him down while the icy slush melted around him.]

[Sam gasped quietly at the cold contrasting with all the heat, shivering despite himself.] God-- [His hands went tight on the wheel, trying to remind himself to keep focused on the road, keep steady.]

[Once the ice was gone, she started sucking in earnest, working him back to full hardness. Wanted him to fuck her brainless just as soon as they stopped the car. No waiting. Her hips rocked against the seat uselessly at the thought, tugging rhythmically on the chains stretched across her body. She whimpered softly around his cock each time the clamps pinched tighter on her clit and her nipples.]

Dean... [He let out a soft moan as she started to work him like that. God--Dean had him half crazy already, just wanting her, needing her so bad. He bit his lower lip and as soon as they were in a clearing, parked far out and away enough from any prying eyes, he reaching down to tug her hair lightly.] Backseat, Dean, now.

[She moaned when he tugged on her hair and at the way his voice had gone rough and demanding. Pulled back off him and paused to tug her dress up over her head, leaving it in the front seat while she climbed over to sit in the back seat, squirming anxiously, waiting for Sam.] Sammy...

[He took a moment to turn that toy off before climbing over the seats after her. God, she looked good stretched out in the backseat, those chains standing out against her skin. He let his hands smooth down over her sides as he positioned himself between her legs, pushing in hard and deep.]

[Dean tugged the toy out while Sam climbed over the seat and set it aside. Right now, she wanted something much better inside her. She laid back and watched Sam settle between her legs, crying out when he pushed in roughly. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she pulled him down tighter against her.] Oh god, Sam, yes. Please...

[He groaned when he nails dug in,keeping up the rough, brutal pace, his mouth grazing over whatever skin he could reach, moving down to tease at her still clamped nipples. God, he just wanted to touch her so bad, everywhere.] Dean...

Sam! Sammy! [Her voice was loud inside the quiet car, crying out for him sharply as she bucked back up against him. Her nipples ached when he touched them. Her body felt like it was on fire. She wanted him so bad, she couldn't even think straight.] Oh god, please. Please.

[He groaned as she cried out for him like that, looking up at her through heated, dark eyes.] Please what? Tell me what you want, Dean... wanna hear it.

Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me hard. [She panted, voice urgent and needy. Her body writhed under him, trying to get closer, open more for him, do anything that would ease the unbearable need.] I want to feel you. Wanna feel you come inside me.

[He started up an even harder, more brutal pace, groaning against her skin, nipping lightly here and there.] Oh God, Dean... [He wasn't going to last long, not with the way she was writhing under him, so desperate, the way she was talking.]

Please, Sammy. Please, please, please... god... [She could come so easily. All she had to do was let go. She was holding on, though. Fighting to stay back from the edge this one more time. One more time. She could do this. Especially with the thought of what Sam had planned for her at home, if she did.] Come, please. Fill me up, make me all yours. Want you. Want all of you.

[Fuck-- fuck. He gave a deep moan as he pushed against her again, harder a few more times, chasing his release. When he came, it was with a deep groan of her name, burying his face against her neck.] Dean... Oh, God--[He was trembling a little from the effort, curling into her tightly as he caught his breath.]

[Dean wrapped herself tightly around him, holding on and forcing herself to breathe in long, slow breaths. Calm. She needed to calm down and pull back before she blew it. Even so, she couldn't stop her hips from rocking slightly back and forth, just moving him a little inside her.] Feels so good, Sam. You feel so good...

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