onlytobenormal | camping trip

Entry tags:

camping trip - samefivealbums

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?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"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."

"I'll be careful, Sam. I'm not gonna let anything follow me home. I wouldn't put you at risk like that." Dean spent his whole life trying to keep Sam safe. It wasn't going to stop now.

"I'll give these two a shot and if it turns out that I can't do it on my own for whatever reason, I'll stop. Okay?" It was starting to eat at him a little. Guilt. He knew people were getting hurt and he knew how to hunt the things that were hurting them. He had to try.

"Yeah... okay, Dean," he murmured after a few more moments of silence. Not like he could keep Dean from it and he--didn't want Dean ending up resenting him if he tried or something.

"Sounds fair."

He reached across the space between their chair and rested his hand on Sam's arm. He still sounded unhappy, but maybe if those two hunts went well, it would seem less terrible to him.

"It'll be okay. I promise."

At the touch to his arm, he shifted to take Dean's hand in his, squeezing it gently. He nodded at the promise, managing a smile. "Yeah..."

He'd believe it when he saw it though. Hunting? Wasn't exactly a safe job and Dean'd be running out after it again... But right now, he just brought his hand up slowly to kiss at his knuckles.

He smiled at the kisses. Since Sam seemed to be finished eating, Dean tugged on his hand lightly. "C'mere. Come sit with me."

"Yeah... okay," he murmured, putting aside his now empty chip bag, he got up to settle with Dean in his chair, nuzzling into him lightly. "Like this?"

Dean shifted his legs apart to let Sam settle between them. Wrapped his arms around his brother and pulled him close, resting his cheek against the top of Sam's head. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Just like that."

Sam leaned back comfortably on Dean when he was pulled close, his hands resting on top of Dean's when they wrapped around him like that. "Mm..." He was smiling a little again, shifting to get a little bit closer.

"Comfy?" He asked, nuzzling against his brother. He squeezed his arms a little tighter around Sam and settled back in the chair. The sun was still warm and there was a slight breeze. It was nice. Peaceful.

camping trip - samefivealbums

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject