Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-12-27 10:42 am
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been too long (for
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It had been two months and three days. He'd been counting, as much as he hadn't wanted to be this hung up on his sister's visits or not. They'd talked... quite a bit over the phone, though he'd shied away from what they'd done over the weekend for the most part. Mostly because he'd been freaked out for the first couple weeks as the realization sunk in and then he didn't... know how to bring it up over the phone.
He didn't know what to say about the fact he'd fucked his own sister multiple times, that he knew it hadn't been just-- for the physical thrill of it. But the more time he had to make peace with the fact, the less the guilt weighed on him. It hadn't felt wrong, it hadn't-- been wrong. It had been between them, it hadn't hurt anyone else.
He didn't know if that meant they should do it again... probably not. It couldn't go anywhere or be anything, it sure as hell didn't factor into this new life of his. Unfortunately, he didn't know if logically knowing something was a bad idea would mean crap if he was faced with a drunk, horny sister again, especially when he couldn't help but thin of those times together. Not that he was going to admit most his fantasies involved his own sister riding him, calling out for him.
Especially not to said sister.
Despite all the risks though, Sam finally convinced her to come for a visit and she promised, promised she'd be in by Friday after his classes. Sam would be lying if he said he wasn't anxiously checking his watch, waiting... trying to keep his thoughts from drifting to what he'd like to be doing with her this weekend--which involved mostly varying states of undress in the middle of just hanging out like they used to.
He didn't know what to say about the fact he'd fucked his own sister multiple times, that he knew it hadn't been just-- for the physical thrill of it. But the more time he had to make peace with the fact, the less the guilt weighed on him. It hadn't felt wrong, it hadn't-- been wrong. It had been between them, it hadn't hurt anyone else.
He didn't know if that meant they should do it again... probably not. It couldn't go anywhere or be anything, it sure as hell didn't factor into this new life of his. Unfortunately, he didn't know if logically knowing something was a bad idea would mean crap if he was faced with a drunk, horny sister again, especially when he couldn't help but thin of those times together. Not that he was going to admit most his fantasies involved his own sister riding him, calling out for him.
Especially not to said sister.
Despite all the risks though, Sam finally convinced her to come for a visit and she promised, promised she'd be in by Friday after his classes. Sam would be lying if he said he wasn't anxiously checking his watch, waiting... trying to keep his thoughts from drifting to what he'd like to be doing with her this weekend--which involved mostly varying states of undress in the middle of just hanging out like they used to.
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She called him whenever she could manage, when Dad was off doing something, when she could creep off, making phone calls to her brother like some teenage girl with a secret boyfriend. They never exactly talked about what had happened between them, she sort of figured he was just freaked out about all of it now that she was away and he could think straight again.
He was damn adamant about her coming back though, and she couldn't exactly argue with him anymore, she missed him too much. Before she was too far away though, busy with Dad. But he sort of begged and Dana couldn't say no. So she promised him she would be in by Friday.
Bringing it up with Dad was a bit of a difficult thing to do. She decided she wasn't going to lie about where she was going, she just straight out told him she was seeing Sammy. The argument that ensued wasn't very pretty.
Best not to let Sam know about any of that though. She was a bit jittery as she sat back against the hood of the Impala, hands shoved in her shorts pockets, sunglasses perched on her nose as she waited, maybe a bit anxiously, for Sam to get out of class.
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When he left for college... hell, for the year and some months that followed, he couldn't even bring himself to talk about her, let alone ever let himself think he'd be overly thrilled to see her. But here he was, actually... happy to see that familiar face. His smile lengthened as he came to a stop in front of her.
"You want to head to my place or something? We can order a pizza if you're too tired to go out."
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The smile he beamed at her though was damn near contagious and she grinned back as he stopped about a foot away from her (a foot too far in her opinion). " 'course I'm here, where else would I be?" She teased with a roll of her eyes at that, though he couldn't see it behind the dark tint of her sunglasses.
Her hands were twitching in her pockets as she looked up at him. She wanted to reach out, touch him. The hell did she start having urges like this? Shrugging, she pushed up off the hood. "Sounds fine by me, I'm starving though, so you better make sure that pizza gets there fast." Were they just going to act normal? It was a bit strange to be interacting with him like this, especially after what happened and the following two months she went without him again.
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It was hard. The urges were back and felt harder to ignore than even the last time. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly act on them in public. "You're always starving, Dana," he protested lightly at that comment, but the teasing hardly stopped him from stepping in fast, letting himself wrap his arms around her.
A hug in public... that was fine.
And damn, he felt it was needed anyway. Two months ago, he hadn't thought she'd come back near him again. "... Missed you, you know," he murmured quietly, maybe a little embarrassed before he drew away.
"Come on, let's go."
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"More interesting than the last weekend I was here?"
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And he wasn't going to focus on anything else... at least not tonight. "Leaving Monday morning again?"
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"Ah, well..." She hesitated, she hadn't wanted to bring this up so soon. "I don't...think so."
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"Come on... let's get back to the couch."
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Looking up at him, she nodded, sighing. "Yeah, sorry, I think I'm sorta out of it right now. Need sleep."
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On the plus side, at least... his bed wasn't going to be empty tonight. That was a pleasant thought. Heading to the bedroom, he went to pull the covers down and settle in. Maybe they'd figure more out in the morning when their heads cleared. Today had been pretty-- busy. Jarring.
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Yeah...she hadn't enjoyed sleeping alone either those two months away, so she was gladly looking forward to falling asleep with him. Stifling another yawn as they reached the bed, Dana wiggled her pants off before crawling into it after he flipped the covers down, burrowing herself down with a content sigh, eyes already closing.
Today had been long. Stressful at some points. Exhausting overall.
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She could always bring up the stripper idea again...
Nah, would never happen. If anything, it was just something funny to make Sam all squeaky like he was before.
"Where to for breakfast?"
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She squeezed his hand a bit tighter, almost afraid for a brief second of what she would do if she lost him for any reason. She would just have to...make sure that would never happen. All her life her number one priority had been to look out for Sam and she wouldn't stop now.
Then they were pulling into the large parking structure outside the mall, their drive, short or long, she hadn't really quite noticed, over now.
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"So, where are we going to first?"
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Dana wasn't much for brand names or certain stores for their status. Just, mostly whatever she saw and liked was how she shopped.
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After popping the trunk, she tossed all her things in, lips twitching a bit as she thought about how...normal it was to toss shopping bags into her trunk instead of various weapons. Normal or weird, depending on how one looked at it.
After that though, she just shut the trunk and slid into the drivers side, perhaps a little too eager to get out of the public eye with the way she was itching to touch Sam all the damn time.
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>.> I've been only slightly ashamed of my girlish squealing the past few hours.
She bucked and writhed beneath him, tossing her head back as she let out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm slammed through her body hard. "Sam!" She was hardly ashamed of the way she called out his name, almost desperately as she came for him.
Haha, what episode are you on?
Last one I saw was S 2 Ep. 15. Trickster for their first time. Soo funny. One before it though :c
Dana could barely breath, barely keep herself up on one shaky arm. After she felt Sam follow her release, she all but collapsed straight down onto the bed beneath him, eyes shut as she focused on deep even breaths, because fuck if she didn't feel a tad like she might hyperventilate and that's something he would never let her live down if she did. "Fuck..." She groaned out after a moment, hand still curled into the sheets, almost like her fingers locked into place.
Haha, love that episode! Though, yeah, the one before it... :C posessed!Sammy
I know. Heh, I'm already on season 5 now. Noticed everyone Sam sleeps with dies lol.
lol dude, I know. His dick is cursed.
Oh noes Dana. Your bro's dick is gonna kill you o_o
She better watch out ):
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Sooo. I'm catching up on season 7. Annnd. Sam's marryin' miss crazy. Interesting.
Oh god, that episode, haha. On the plus side, it did give us Sam tied to a bed.
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