onlytobenormal | camping trip

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So, Sam checked around, asked a few friends, and finally found a nice little secluded spot for him and Dean to take that little camping trip they'd planned forever ago. All that had been left was getting supplies together, making plans, and then waiting for the time off to go. But it had all happened and it had all gone smoothly, thankfully. He'd been looking forward to this for awhile after all.

Soon as they'd gotten away from the heavy traffic, gotten off by themselves, Sam hadn't had any problem curling up against Dean in the Impala either as they drove. Mostly just contentedly leaning against him, chatting if something came to mind or just watching the scenery pass them by. His hand rested against the other's thigh sometimes, just affectionately touching or squeezing him.

Sam didn't miss the hunting, but sometimes he missed this... the car rides with Dean when things were comfortable enough conversation wasn't always necessary and they were just content in enjoying the others' company

They weren't too far from their campsite now, from the directions he'd gotten and Sam couldn't deny he was getting a little excited over it.

He leaned his head on the other's shoulder, eyes darting up to his face for a few moments as a smile curled his lips. He moved again soon enough, shifting until his lips were grazing the Dean's jaw affectionately. "So, after we get set up, what are we doing first?"

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"Yeah, guess we should." Needed a bite after all that, yeah. He pulled away reluctantly and made his way out of the water, giving a lazy stretch.

Dean followed him out, also indulging in a good stretch. He shivered as the air hit his damp skin. He reached for the clothes he'd discarded and started pulling them on, heedless of how wet his skin was. He could change when he got back to the camp.

Sam was slipping into his clothes too because, yeah, it was cold now. They had fresh clothes back at camp. He reached over to give Dean a playful nudge. "Come on, let's go... you get to handle lunch."

Hey, he'd done a lot of work, holding Dean up! Felt only fair.

"Fair enough." He smiled and took his hand, boots tied together and hung over his shoulder. He led the way back to the camp. Anticipating a long setup and not feeling much like cooking, he had sandwiches made and waiting in the cooler.

He squeezed Dean's hand when it tangled with his, following him quietly back to camp, just... content. This trip? Not turning out so bad... actually, it was really good.

"So, what are we doing after lunch?"

"Anything you want. Been a while since we've been camping. I'm a little rusty at it." He leaned over and kissed his cheek as they walked. The trip wasn't far back to camp, but they took their time and enjoyed the walk. It was too nice a day not to.

"Mm, been awhile for me too, man." He shrugged. "Maybe eat, rest up for a bit... figure something out then? Got plenty of time to do anything we come up with."

He leaned into Dean a little as they neared camp, giving his hand another light squeeze.

"I think that sounds like a good plan. We can test out the chairs." He grinned and squeezed Sam's hand. "In the slightly less fun sort of way."

Once they reached the camp, he got busy setting up the chairs and then pulling their lunch out of the cooler.

That almost got a stunned look out of Sam before he clarified... and then it earned a laugh. "Yeah, definitely." He had to take his hand back when they reached the camp so Dean could set up the chairs and get their lunch out of the cooler. When everything was set up, he settled into one of the chairs and slouched comfortably, head tilting back.

"Kinda nice to just be doing this for fun for a change, huh?"

"I think so. I forgot how much I like being out away from people. I like individuals. Not crazy about crowds." He settled back in his chair and worked his way through a couple of sandwiches and a lunch sized bag of chips. He'd do something more elaborate for dinner. For now, this seemed just right.

He smiled a little at that, working his way through his own sandwiches, just comfortable being lazy. "Speaking of crowds..." He looked over. "How do you like the bartending gig anyway?"

"I like it. It's a pain learning all the drinks I don't give a shit about." Apple-tinis? Who drinks that crap? "But, I don't mind the people. The other staff's pretty cool. I haven't had to throw anybody out yet."

He snorted at that. "If only you found a bar that just serves rot gut whiskey and beer, right?"

He was glad though, to hear Dean was settling in well though, that he was enjoying it even. "You talk to Bobby any more since you left?"

"Seriously. I need that bar." He shot his brother an amused look as he took a drink from his beer. Heaven. That place would be awesome.

"A time or two. He wanted to know how I was adjusting to live without guns. Asked about you. We really should go see him sometime."

"Maybe you need to open one up, dude." He flashed a grin over at Dean, but his expression softened a little and he nodded.

"I'd like that... Uh, maybe next time I get a break from school or something, we can take a trip." He gave him a look, teasing. "Think you can keep your hands to yourself that long, man?"

"Hey, there's an idea. I can call it Dean's Place." He snickered and shook his head.

Sam's question made him laugh. "Damn. That'll be rough. Think he'll be suspicious if we stay in a hotel instead of his house?"

"Oh, real original, man. You're a true genius."

He snorted at that, shaking his head. "Maybe a little, dude. We usually crash with him. He may not get so suspicious if we sneak off for a couple hours or so though..."

"Dude, I never claimed to have brains, remember?"

He glanced over and chuckled, nodding. "Sounds like a plan. We'll make it work, one way or another."

He rolled his eyes at that. "You have more brains than that, Dean."

Sam nodded. "We'll figure it out." There was a thoughtful pause before he looked over at Dean. "Thought about taking any local hunting cases? Know you said you wanted to when you moved up here..."

He nodded, looking down at the potato chip bag in his lap and picking at the crumbs. "Thought about it. I kinda want to. Bobby's mentioned a couple. I just..." He trailed off and shrugged. Then he looked back over at Sam. "Kinda was worried you'd be upset if I did."

He nodded absently at that, looking back ahead for a moment. Honestly? He'd been waiting on Dean to go hauling off on a case anytime now... didn't know if he was entirely okay with it or not, but Dean--for whatever reason... he liked that crap.

"What are they?" He looked over slowly after a few more minutes. "Dean, dude, I can't tell you what to do... Told me before you even moved in you weren't stopping, so it's not like--I didn't know that going into this."

"Vengeful spirit and a possible water wraith. Told him I was swearing off on witches for a while." He smiled a little wryly. Then he shrugged. "I know you can't tell me what to do, but we're supposed to be partners or whatever. I don't want to do stuff you're gonna maybe resent me for."

"That's... that's smart, Dean. I mean, the girl thing was fun while it lasted, but the next time, they might turn you into a frog or something." He was quiet awhile though, just thinking it over.

"Just-- don't want you out there, getting hurt or bringing things back home with you, you know? If you're going to do it, man, you gotta be careful."

"Yeah, no frogs." He nodded as he listened to the rest of what Sam had to say. He knew his brother wasn't at all keen on the idea of him hunting, but he seemed willing to let him. "I know. And I know I was sloppy a time or two before and scared you, but... those hunts were going on when I most wanted to be somewhere else. I wanted to be here with you. Didn't want to be out there."

"This time, I'll be going at it knowing I can come home when it's over."

He nodded at that, studying Dean quietly again. He knew that--knew he'd been distracted, but seeing Dean show up forgetting him or half-dead hadn't been easy, at all... But he couldn't tell Dean what to do either. Dean deserved to make his own decisions here.

"... I know, Dean. Just--you have to be careful if you're going to do this. I mean it. You can't show up half-dead or worse, man. You have to promise you're not gonna get sloppy and you're not going to try and tackle something that's too big for you to handle alone."

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