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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He responded by trying to twist a little, enough to be able to comfortably return those kisses, fingers brushing over Dean's thighs and legs, wherever he could reach from his current position against Dean.

When the kiss broke, Dean laughed softly. Held Sam tight against him and nuzzled his shoulder. "We're gonna have to find a new position or one of us is going to pull something."

"Yeah... Guess you're right." He sighed out softly as he shifted away reluctantly, stretching out on the blanket beneath them until he was laying on his back, his eyes darting to his brother's face.

"How's this?"

"Perfect." He stretched out beside Sam and curled in close. Draped himself half over his brother and bent to kiss him. Slow. Easy. God, he loved kissing Sam. His hands roamed lightly down Sam's sides.

Sam pressed a little closer as he responded to those slow kisses, in no hurry to stop them or pull away from his brother. Not when Dean was so good at this, stroking up his sides like that. He gave a pleasant noise, arms coming up around his brother's shoulders to rub down over his back, encourage him in closer.

"Mmmm... love you." He murmured against Sam's lips and kissed him again. Shifted over to lie fully on top of Sam. More skin on skin was always better. Sam's hands on his back made him press down more against him.

"Love you too..." He smiled a little when Dean decided to shift fully on top of him, letting out a pleasant little moan at the way their bodies felt pressed this close. He was perfectly content like this--always comfortable when Dean was close.

He slowly brought one of his legs up against Dean's hip so he could settle in a little bit closer. "Now this is even warmer. I can see your face too..."

"What? Not looking at the stars?" He teased lightly, bending to nuzzle at Sam's neck. One hand moved up to comb through Sam's hair while the other continued to roam lazily up and down Sam's side.

Sam tipped back into his brother's hand as it brushed through his hair, arching under the other a little. He smirked a little bit. "Well, I thought with you moving on top of me, you might want my attention on you more... Was I wrong?"

"Mmmm..." He smiled when Sam moved like that. Rocked his hips down against his brother a little. "I always want your attention. Every single minute I can have it."

"Starting to think you just like getting me clean so you can dirty me back up again, dude," Sam teased lightly, but he rolled his own hips up in response to Dean's, his hands easing down lower. "Dean... you got me for a whole weekend, you know."

"I definitely enjoy the dirtying part, dude." He raised his eyebrow at the second comment, hips still rolling slightly against him. "Is that an observation on how much of you I get to myself or a request to save some ideas for later?"

He brought his hand up to cradle the back of Dean's head, drawing him into a kiss again, arching against him. "The first one. Get me all to yourself, Dean... nothing to distract us at all." His hand slipped until his fingertips were brushing against Dean's lips teasingly

"So, any of those dirty things you want to do, Dean, you better put them out there. I'm in a pretty agreeable mood." He rolled his hips up slowly, grinding on him. "Right now, I kind of like where this is going though..."

"Honestly? I was considering heating some marshmallows until they're melty and eating them off you." He nodded with the most serious face possible. What? They were camping. Marshmallows were part of the experience.

Sam snorted at that. "You really want those marshmallows too, huh?" He sighed, head tipping back, a smile still playing on his lips. "Well, I did say whatever you wanted, huh? Means you gotta do something I want too though, later. Fair's fair."

"Well, it was suggested in the book. Which is why I asked if you minded getting sticky. 'Course, there's plenty of other stuff to do." He shrugged and looked up at his brother. "What do you want to do?"

He shook his head. "I'll tell you later. First you better go get those marshmallows before I decide I don't want to let you go, Dean." he slowly let Dean go, folding his arms comfortably behind his own head as he waited.

After being under the blanket with Sam, the outside air was just unpleasant. He made sure to toss the blanket back over his brother before he darted over to the food supplies to dig out the marshmallows and two roasting sticks. He was back under the blanket in record time, pressing up against Sam to get warm again.

Sam got a brief taste of the air outside and well... he was glad he wasn't the one making the mad dash for the marshmallows, honestly. he huddled under the blanket, laughing when he was quick to get back under the covers with him.

"Cold, Dean?" He teased,, shifting until he was pressed right back up against his brother, nuzzling at him.

"Maybe," he answered back, making sure his cold feet pressed up against Sam's leg. That's what he got for teasing! He grinned at the nuzzling, pulling Sam in tighter against him. "Sure you want to risk the chill to roast marshmallows with me?"

There was a protesting noise when he felt cold feet up against hi and squirming before he was pulled in tight. "What--you have something else in mind?" he laughed under his breath, tangling a leg between Dean's.

"Or do you just like hearing me talk about all the dirty things I wish my big brother would do to me? Hearing me ask for it?"

Dean's eyebrows went up at what Sam was saying. Every so often, little brother caught him completely off guard with something like that and he kinda loved it. He grinned as he leaned in to kiss him. "That last part. Everything you said after 'or'."

He gave a satisfied look of his own--he liked catching Dean off-guard, getting him to react like that. He returned the kiss, bringing a hand up to rest at the back of Dean's head, holding him in the kiss.

"Yeah? But the list's pretty long, dude... sure you want to hear it?"

"I've got all weekend. Start talking, dude." He kissed Sam again, long and deep, nipped playfully at his lips, and nibbled down his jawline. He wriggled his bare skin against Sam's, teasing with the friction and getting them both warmer.

Sam pressed into that kiss, tilted his head when Dean's lips and teeth moved to his jawline. He sighed when the other moved against him and let his arms come around him, rubbing a hand up his back.

"Mm, as long as you stay as close as possible right now, Dean, m'happy." He sighed. "But tomorrow or the next day, I was thinking we should get out those handcuffs again... Thought I could push you up against one of the trees out here or take you on the ground... depends on how much you squirm. And then I was thinking about those clamps we bought that one time... saw you packed them. Figured I'd put them on you before we go fishing or take a hike or something... See how long you can stand them."

He paused for a moment, tipping his head to chase the other's lips with his own and lingering in the kiss for a moment, if only to give him some time to convince himself that it was a good idea to talk like this and he wasn't going to get teased later for it... well, in the bad way anyway. "As for things I'd like for you to do to me, anytime I have your mouth on me is good, you know. Or whenever I have you in me... even better when it's hard and fast and I know you're really desperate for it." He paused.

"Now do you want me to keep going or what?"

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