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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"Mmmm... so much." He let himself lean on Sam a little as he caught his breath. Then he pulled out carefully and flopped down beside him, boneless and content. "Can't get over how, every time we do this, it feels better. Not even sure how that's possible."

Sam stayed on his back when Dean rolled off, head tipped back and his breath still quick and uneven, eyes shut contentedly. "I know... imagine how good it's going to get if we keep doing it, man..."

"What do you mean 'if'? I guarantee I'm keeping up with it until you get sick of me." He rested his head on Sam's shoulder and nuzzled the skin softly. His arm stretched across Sam's stomach.

He laughed a little bit. "You better keep your word there, dude. I don't see myself getting sick of it for a long, long time."

"Well, in that case," he grinned over at his brother. "I, Dean Winchester, do solemnly swear to fuck my little brother's brains out at any time of the day or night that he so chooses, for however long he can stand it. Amen... or something."

He laughed softly. "Dork." He shifted a little, sliding an arm around his brother as he got a little more comfortable against him. "You've been doing a good job so far though..."

"I live to serve," he purred, curling in close. Nuzzled at Sam's jaw and down his neck. "In the bedroom, anyway. Or, well, a tent."

"And in the lake... and against a tree..." He rubbed a hand over the other's shoulder lightly, soothingly. "God, m'so tired now... you wore me out, dude."

"Such an ego boost." He chuckled and let his eyes close. "Pretty beat myself. And in the morning we have to make another run to the lake. We're all sticky again."

"Yeah... but it was pretty much worth it." His own eyes had drifted shut, letting out a soft sigh. "Mm... good night, Dean."

"Night, Sammy. Love you." He tightened his arm on Sam and sighed, settling in and drifting off slowly to the sounds of the crickets outside.

"Love you." He settled in close to Dean and slept pretty peacefully. He didn't actually stir until the next morning, tangled further into Dean for the warmth. He let out a soft groan, slowly pushing himself up.

"Mm..."

"Mmm?" Dean made an inquisitive sound before he was genuinely awake. Why was his favorite heat source moving away? He clutched tighter at Sam and yawned. "S'too early."

Sam let out a soft laugh when Dean clutched him and kept him right where he was. "Alright... I won't move yet."

"Good. Stay." He nuzzled in and sighed contentedly. For a few long minutes, he forgot they weren't at home in their apartment. Then the sounds of the birds and the woods filtered in. "Hey. We should shower, huh?"

He laughed a little bit under his breath when Dean nuzzle into him, idly rubbing a hand over his back. "Yeah, probably so... after last night. Have other stuff planned to do anyway, right?"

"Mmmm... good point." He sat up and grinned down at Sam. "Now you've got my attention. Let's get that washing done so we can get back here and warm each other up, huh?"

"So that's how I can get you out of bed in the morning? Lure you with sex?" He slowly got up, reaching for his old jeans and shirt so he didn't have to make that walk in the buff.

"We're definitely going to need a warm up after this..."

"Dude, you should know by now that you can convince me to do anything with the promise of sex." He also got up to get dressed. A run to the lake at night was okay nude, but in the daylight it seemed smarter to go dressed. Plus, it was kind of cold in the morning. "You ready?"

"I'll have to keep that in mind for when I want you to do something you complain about." Pulling his boots on, he nodded.

"Yeah, let's get going, Dean."

"Damn. Should have known that'd be used against me." He grumbled, but he was grinning. He grabbed towels and followed Sam out into the morning air, shivering a little. The lake was going to suck. It would encourage them to hurry back to the safety of the tent.

He slipped an arm around Sam as they walked. "So... fishing after our morning warm up, huh?"

"Hey, man, sometimes you make me resort to drastic measures." If a blowjob got the laundry done? He was definitely willing.

Sam leaned in a little when he was pulled in, nodding. "Yeah... Are we still, uh, going with last night's plan? The toys and everything, I mean?"

Dean would be so on board with a sex-for-chores exchange. Not that they didn't have plenty, anyway. It would just make the chores more fun.

"I was thinking so, unless you'd rather not. Your call." He shrugged and smiled.

He was definitely proposing this when they got back. For now? He just smiled and nudged at Dean. "I do. We have to see who can hold out the longest, remember?"

"Hey, I'm game. My old friends the nipple clamps." He grinned cheerfully and reached down to pinch Sam's ass. "No moaning. It'll scare the fish."

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