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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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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