onlytobenormal | camping trip

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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"Spaghettio's and mac and cheese isn't what I'd call gourmet meals, but yeah, you did." He smiled a little. "Dude, you're really settling into this life... never thought I'd see the day."

"I was a kid. Mac and cheese sounded gourmet to me." He stuck out his tongue and shook his head. "Yeah, I didn't either. Guess I've still got some of mom in me after all?"

"Hey, you never heard me complaining then, did you? What kid doesn't want to live off mac and cheese?" And chips and all that good stuff he got to devour when Dean was the one getting groceries. He paused at that, shrugging. "She was a good cook, huh?"

He was still pretty much on a steady diet of formula back then, as far as he knew.

"I don't remember much about her cooking, to be honest. I just meant with the settling in thing. I remember she did cook. And bake. Laundry, cleaning. All that normal stuff." He shrugged, too. Not sure why he brought her up. He just thought about her a lot these days.

He laughed quietly at that. "So... are you saying you're the, uh, wife here, dude?" Sam couldn't help think about her sometimes too... probably not as much as Dean or Dad... he hadn't really got to know her beyond stories.

Dean rolled his eyes and scowled a little. "Very funny."

He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to try and get that scowl off his brother's face. He could tease more, but he had a feeling if he did, Dean might kick his ass. "Come on, camp's up ahead and I'm looking forward to getting under some blankets again..."

Dean grunted at that and pulled Sam close again. "Don't think this means you're getting out of dishes duty, dude. Soon as we're thawed out, I'm kicking your ass outta bed."

Sam let his arms settle around Dean's shoulders when he was pulled in, eyebrows raised. "You think you could really bring yourself to kick me out of bed, Dean?"

"Maybe. Depends on how motivated I am." Probably not, but it made a good threat after the wife crack. Once they were at the camp, he pulled Sam toward the tent and climbed in. Instantly shucked his cold, somewhat damp clothes and crawled in under the sleeping bag and blankets.

"What, are you going to try and go all macho and dom on me now, dude?" He flashed a teasing look, letting himself be pulled toward the tent and climbing in. He stripped out of his own clothes and went to climb in next to Dean, relaxing.

"Mnh, so much better..."

"I'm not actually your bitch, you know." He grumbled, settling in to get warm.

He laughed quietly, rolling to his side to tangle into Dean, kissing at his neck affectionately, fingertips trailing up his side slowly. "I know. Now why don't you come closer and warm me up... please."

Always warmer when Dean was tangled up close to him.

It was difficult to stay angry when Sam was curled up on him like that. He wrapped his arms around his brother and tipped his head back to allow for more attention to his neck.

He happily continued peppering more and more attention to the other's neck, kissing and nipping here an there. Knew that was the quickest way to soften Dean up, probably.

Dean slowly melted back against the sleeping bag with a pleased sound, pulling Sam more onto him. His hands started moving up and down his brother's back, softly smoothing over his skin.

Sam teased at the other's collarbone, teeth raking at the skin lightly as he shifted over his brother and propped himself up on his elbows. "Feeling warmer yet, Dean?"

"Hmmm... I'm getting there." His hands worked over Sam's back and sides lightly. It felt good to have him pressing down on him like that. "You?"

"Yeah, me too, man." He smiled a little, working down Dean's chest. His tongue teased at one of his nipples lightly before pressing a light kiss there. He sighed pleasantly as Dean's hands worked over his back and sides like that. Always enjoyed Dean's hands over him.

"Mmmm..." He sighed and squirmed a little under Sam's mouth. His brother was very good with that tongue of his. "Gonna get us all sticky again?"

He shrugged, pausing to nuzzle against his brother's abdomen when he moved further down. "I don't have to..." Not if Dean wasn't in the mood. "Just trying to warm us up, you know?"

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