onlytobenormal | been too long (for siswinchester)

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.

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"You're still wearing that..." He snorted a little fondly as he slipped into some pajama pants and a t-shirt. After that, he headed into the kitchen to get the pizzas out and into the oven for them. He was getting pretty hungry now, himself.

It was a habit to pull his shirt on at night, she had hardly noticed as she glanced down after he commented on it. Shrugging, she ran her hand through her hair, working out some of the curls. "I sleep in it."

She plopped down on his bed after he headed out to go make them food, relaxing back against the pillows as she stared up at the ceiling, exhaling. It was nice, to be back here.

Food warming in the oven, he put a couple beers out on the table. When it was ready, he peeked into the bedroom. "Come on, Dana, food's ready."

She had drifted slightly, more exhausted than she had let on. She had driven all day to get here and when she did, their activities were...well strenuous.

Yawning, she nodded, and pushed up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed as she padded over to him. "Hm, thanks Sammy." She said, brushing a kiss at his cheek as she passed by.

"No problem." He followed her into the kitchen to settle at the table, getting comfortable in one of the chairs and grabbing a slice of the pizza.

"Want to go back to bed after this? Looked like you were pretty tired in there..."

Plopping down in her seat, the smell of food proved to wake her further and she made a small noise of approval as she lifted a slice and took a bite.

"Ah, yeah, I'm kinda really tired actually." She shrugged, sipping at the beer Sam had pulled out for her. Pizza and beer. It was almost like old times, back in a cheap motel, just the two of them.

"Sounds like you were busy before you made it here, so..." He could understand why she'd be exhausted. He sipped at his own beer, leaning back in his seat. Was kinda nice, spending a night like this again... been awhile.

"So, uh, anything you want to do tomorrow? Or you want me to help you get settled in?"

"Well, how does one settle in Sammy?" She asked, casting him an amused look. "I've never done it before."

He rolled his eyes at that. "Well, you can start by unpacking your bags. Going to have to figure out something for a spare bedroom too."

"Good lord, I have to unpack? The horror. ." She chuckled, already on a second slice of pizza. "Well actually. Huh. I can actually get more clothes now. Awesome." If there was one, one, girly thing about Dana, it was how she liked to shop for clothes. But seeing as they moved around so much, she didn't exactly have an extensive wardrobe.

At the comment on a spare bedroom, she lifted a brow. "Isn't this a single bedroom apartment?" She asked, wondering if there was a room here she didn't know about.

"I hope you're not planning on filling up my closet with your stuff, Dana..." He reached for another slice, hiding a slight smile. Probably wouldn't care if she did, really. It was nice to see her getting excited over it.

"Yeah... well, people kinda know you're my sister, dude. Don't think it'd be okay if we shared the same room. Uh... sofa bed or something?" It wasn't like he had the extra cash to up and move to make it seem a little less weird... especially when he figured Dana would be sleeping in his bed anyway, all things considered.

"Please, you know I am." She smirked, sipping at her beer once more.

Dana shrugged, she didn't care, and she didn't want to uproot him when he was clearly settled in where he was. "That's fine, I was just curious." She knew they would at least have to try to keep up appearances if Sam's friends asked or came over or whatever. And even then, to worry about people wondering if anything was up with them, that wasn't purely a brother and sister relationship, was them just being paranoid, because people didn't just generally think like that. They would just have to not be touchy feely in public. She could do that.

He ate quietly for a few minutes, finished off the beer before he looked back over at her. Still hard to believe this was happening, honestly. "So, uh. You mean the thing about hunting?" Not doing it... he didn't quite believe it, honestly, but she'd been the one to offer it.

"Hm?" Dana blinked up at him, the tiredness making her zone out for a moment, though somehow during that time she had eaten another slice of pizza.

"Oh. Uh-- well, if you don't want me to do it." She gave another shrug. If she was going to be staying around one place, it's not like she could anyways. That did mean she had to figure out something else to do. And hell if she knew what.

"I don't want to be involved in any of that crap again," he murmured, shrugging. He didn't want to be dragged into it, not when he had something good going here. Finishing off another slice, he went to through his empty can away.

"... Don't have to decide what to do right away though."

Sighing, Dana finished off her beer. She never liked how disapproving Sam seemed to be of what her and Dad did. She understood to a point how he didn't want to be involved in the lifestyle anymore, but didn't he know that what they did was something good? If they didn't help, hunt the monsters, who would?

She bit her tongue though at his comment, studying the table in front of her for a moment in thought. "Mhm..." She hummed noncommittally.

He knew-- of course he knew they helped people, but he'd been involved in hunts as soon as he was old enough, he'd been prepped and trained even before that. Wasn't fair that Dad had pretty much chosen that path for them... and he couldn't keep running after danger like that, getting himself messed up in crap like that.

What he had here was safe at least, as normal as he'd ever get close to, and so much could ruin that.

He paused, looking over at her. "You finished there?"

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