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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"I dunno. Somewhere tropical? After this, I'm thinking warm is the way to go." He'd yodel if he had to. Flying was unnatural, man. "Where would you like to go?"

"Tropical would be good, yeah." He hummed. "I'll do some research when we get back... find a good spot."

"Awesome. If we start planning early, we can save some cash and make a week of it." He glanced at his brother thoughtfully for a minute. "Well, maybe not a whole week. You probably should spend some time with your school friends, huh?"

He idly squeezed the other's hand, leaning against him. "We'll see what they've got planned, dude. I'll know more when it gets closer..."

He paused, thoughtfully. "Said you wanted to go see Bobby sometime too, didn't you?"

"Yeah, totally. We need to go see him sometime. He's gonna think we're avoiding him." He smiled and let go of Sam's hand to wrap his arm around his brother. "Wanna fit that into our vacation schedule somewhere?"

Sam leaned into him, nodding absently. "Dude, what are you talking about? You've seen him more than I have at least..." Hadn't really-- seen anyone from back then honestly, not since he moved here and not since Dean came back into his life. "Yeah. If we keep this up, my breaks are going to be pretty interesting, dude."

"I like keeping your life interesting. You'd be buried under dusty old books all the time if not for me." Dean kissed his cheek and reluctantly let go of him as they approached the lake. Another freezing bath. Awesome.

"Dude, shut up. I am not that dull." He smiled. "You don't know what I did before you came up here..."

Okay, so Dean probably had a good idea of what he did. It involved lots of work and studying, with his friends dragging him out on occasion. Pretty much the same as now... with way less sex with Dean, clearly.

He pulled away to start undressing again for their bath.

Dean chuckled, but didn't answer. He started undressing, too. May as well get this over with. There were blankets waiting back at the camp.

He dove in quick, same as before. Came up sputtering and cursing the same, too.

He followed in soon after, surfacing with a gasp and shivering a little. Crap, so cold. "God--you're lucky the sex is good, dude." Or he'd be bitching a lot more about these cold baths.

"I say that to myself every day." The cold didn't stop him from flirting any. And the bath wasn't entirely his fault, so he shrugged off the blame with a grin. "Besides, you know I'll make it up to you later."

The cold didn't stop him from splashing Dean, giving a playful look. "You better, dude. You've already promised handcuffs and roasted marshmallows..." Which meant another bath in the lake.

He was definitely going to freeze something off.

"Mmmm... marshmallows. I can't wait to lick them off of you." He grinned happily, shaking his hair out from the splashing. The risk of freezing was worth it if he got to have continual, spectacular sex with Sam all weekend.

As soon as he was washed? He was making for land. He wanted out of the water and back into some clothes soon. "If I don't freeze to death first, you mean."

It was worth it... unless the thing they froze off was one of their dicks, then maybe not so much. Thankfully that area of their body rarely stayed cold so long.

Dean followed right behind him. He was so ready to get back to camp and start building up the fire. "I wouldn't let you freeze, dude. I've got ways of warming you up."

He winked as he dried off and got dressed.

He dried off as quick as he could, dressing soon after. "But the problem with that is... it always winds up with us back in the lake..." He flashed a teasing look over his shoulder.

"That's why you gotta make it worth it."

"As if I don't always make it worth it." He smirked and rolled his eyes, teasing right back. If Sam had any complaints about his performance thus far, he hadn't voiced them. And neither had anyone before him. So ha!

He tossed his damp towel over his shoulder and reached a hand out to his brother, starting back toward camp. "But, I'll continue to prove myself, if you need me to. I don't mind having lots of hot, steamy sex to prove my point."

He took the other's hand, laughing under his breath. "Mm, you're not going to hear me complain about a lot of sex. Practice can only make it better, right?"

He leaned into Dean a little. "You know, you're a good stress reliever after all that studying and stuff too, so I really can't complain."

"I do my best," he laughed. "And I'm glad you can't complain. Although it would be fun to find ways to stop your complaints."

"I can't complain about the sex, but I guess I can complain about other things... like when you let the laundry pile up. Or how you always make me clean the bathroom." He smiled a little, flashing a teasing look.

"It's an optical illusion. The laundry just looks piled up because your ginormous, Sasquatch clothes take up all the space." He stuck his tongue out at his brother playfully. "And I hate the bathroom, but I always keep the kitchen clean, so I figure it makes up for it. Plus, I cook better than you."

"Dude, shut up. My clothes aren't that big." He reached over to give him a playful nudge. "You just don't like it that I won't cook you hamburgers every night." Okay, yeah, so maybe he was lacking in the cooking skills department...

"Says the guy who's twelve feet tall." Dean laughed and gave a fake stumble at the nudge. Then he wrapped an arm around his brother and smiled. "Admit it. You like my cooking."

"You're just jealous still, man." He laughed when Dean's arm came around him, leaning in a little bit. "Yeah, okay... I do. Didn't think you had a chef in you, dude."

"Maybe a little." He chuckled and nodded, tugging Sam a little closer. "I kept us fed when we were kids, didn't I? Although, I admit, it's nice to have some idea of how to cook something that isn't Spaghettio's. I like it. It's relaxing."

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