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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 sat up in the seat, feet on the floor again. She smiled when Sam brought breakfast to the table, reaching for the coffee instantly.] Smells good, Sam. Thank you.

No problem, Dean. [He was, personally, reaching for the sugar to put in his coffee.] So anything you want to do today? Like, outside the apartment.

Anything? [She asked him, looking thoughtful.] How far do you feel like going? How much time ya got?

Anything. [He shrugged.] Nothing else planned today, Dean. Just tell me what you have in mind.

I was thinking that San Francisco's not that far away. We could go down to the wharf. Hang out with the sea lions and see the sights. [She glanced up at him over her coffee, trying not to squirm. That wasn't too dumb and touristy, was it?]

Yeah? [He smiled at that, leaning an elbow on the table. He had promised to take her sightseeing, right?] Sure. Let's go.

[She grinned happily and nodded.] Okay. Sounds like fun. [Hell, if they got bored, they could always take the boat over to Alcatraz and see if it was really haunted. She'd always kinda wanted to do that.]

Going to need a shower before we make any other plans though. [and pushing away from the table, he idly took that remote.] You stay here. [Because he was thumbing that vibrator on a medium setting as he got up.] Let's see how long you can stand that.

[Yeah, okay, so he was totally having fun with those toys.]

[She was opening her mouth to protest being left out of the shower when the little bullet vibe started going crazy against her clit. Then she was too busy moaning and squirming in her seat to complain. Not that complaining was high on her list of things to do at that moment.] Yes, Sammy. [She answered back as obediently as she could while still giving him a heated look across the table.]

[He leaned over on his way past the table to press his lips to her, kissing her deeply, a hand tangling in her hair.] Love you, Dean... [He smiled a little bit as he straightened up and as hard as it was to walk away from this, he did. Still holding on to that remote too...]

[Dean whimpered into the kiss, giving it back urgently. When he let go, she settled back in the seat, hips still rocking eagerly.] Love you, too. [She bit her lip as she watched him walk away. Once he was out of the room, she moaned again, also wondering how long she could stand it. Her head tipped back against the top of the chair-back, hands gripping the sides of the chair seat as she squirmed on it. Fuck.]

[Sam was planning on lingering in the shower too--leave her alone with the vibrator for as long as he could. He didn't know if it was a little out of range or not, but just to drive her a little crazier, he turned the speed up once he was behind closed doors. Just the thought that Dean was out there like that had him hard, but for now, he ignored it. Just took his time washing up and when he got out, he decided to just slip into his boxers and a t-shirt for now--he'd dress later to go out.]

[As soon as he was done, he stepped out to find Dean.]

[She gasped loudly, feeling the vibrations ratchet up even more. Sam was obviously enjoying himself. She'd smirk if she could do anything other than pant and moan. It was so much, so fast. Before she knew what hit her, she was coming loud and hard. She squirmed in the chair, twisting and holding on tight as she rode it out, but when it ended the vibrations kept going.]

[By the time Sam came out of the bathroom, she was right on the edge for a second time. Her head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut, still holding on tight. Her back arched and she could feel the press of the cool metal of her amulet dangling low between her breasts, body overheated in Sam's thin shirt.]

[He smiled when he saw her arched back in the chair, eyes shut. He followed the way that amulet fell low on her chest as he stepped up behind her and bent over the chair to kiss her temple.] Having fun?

Sammy. [She whimpered, eyes opening and locking desperately on him. God, she was so close again. The panties were practically soaked and she couldn't stop squirming in the chair.] God, please...

[He bent over the chair, one hand slipping into the shirt to cup and knead lightly at her breast, the other easing between her legs to rest against her panties. God, they were soaked, she was so wet. He pressed the vibrator a little harder against her, urging her to come again.] What do you need, Dean?

[The touches were all she needed to come again, crying out and clutching at his arms while she rode it out. Her face pressed in against his neck to muffle the sounds and she continued to whimper long after the orgasm ended, thanks to his fingers pressing the vibrator harder against her. It kept her hips rocking while she clung to him.] Fuck me, Sammy, please. Bend me over the couch. I need you inside me.

[He groaned softly as she came again, clutching at him. He narrowed his eyes at that request, expression heated.] Bend over for me then, Dean... go on. [God, he was already achingly hard from the shower--couldn't have said no if his life depended on it.]

[As soon as he gave the order, she was on her feet, slipping out of his arm and heading for the couch. He hadn't said anything about stripping, so she bent over the arm of the couch as she was. He could pull the panties down or aside however he chose and the shirt was plenty well open in front if he wanted that access.]

[Her hips kept rocking eagerly as she waited there, the motion doing nothing to provide relief from the constant vibration against her clit. She whimpered again and glanced over her shoulder at Sam, expression pleading.]

[He moved up behind her when she bent over the couch like that, rocking her hips. He reached out to press a hand to her back, trailing down to tug her panties to the side before he pushed his boxers down enough to draw his cock out, to guide himself in.] God, Dean.

[She made a needy, whining sound as Sam slipped inside her. She was so wet, he met no resistance at all and with the panties pulled aside instead of off, the vibrator stayed buzzing against her clit, driving her slowly insane. She was already squirming under than hand holding her down, trying to rock back onto his cock harder. Faster. More.] Sammy, please.

God, you're so wet... [He breathed the words, drawing out only to push back in hard, starting to go faster, unable to resist. Not when she was wrapped around him so tight, so perfect, offering absolutely no resistance to each rough push.] Is this what you want?

Yes, please. Oh god, please, Sammy. Fuck me. [She moaned and pleaded, writhing under his hand, hips pushing back into each rough thrust as much as she could. The vibrations were pushing her hard, it was almost too much on that oversensitive nub, but she didn't want to stop. Sam swore he'd make her come until she couldn't stand it anymore and he was definitely making progress on his goal.]

[He curled over her a little more, pushing that hand around under her, pressing that vibrator harder against his clit again, wanting to see just how much she could stand, how much she could stand.] Dean... fuck--love you so much.

[Her breath caught and then she came hard, nearly screaming as the vibrations and Sam's hard pace pushed her over the edge. Her hands braced her on the couch cushion in front of her and she rocked back desperately onto Sam's cock as she rode out the waves, gasping and pleading. For what? She had no idea. She just couldn't stop.]

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