Sam Winchester

Sam kept Ozzy's attention on him as much as he could while Dean snooped through his toy collection... though he couldn't hold it for forever. Knew Ozzy would know what was up soon enough... which was just as well, all things considered. He didn't want to have to fish dog toys out from under the bed later.

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He ducked his head at that, shaking his head. "Maybe one day we can find another place to settle in, Dean. There are other schools..." Though it killed him he didn't get to stick with Stanford... that had been his whole future laid out for him. Still, he knew what could have happened from the very moment he slept with Dean and told him he wanted to keep doing it. He couldn't really blame the other... he didn't blame him for it.

He turned his head to graze another quick kiss to his lips. "Yeah... nothing I'd change here either, Dean. I'm happy with you." He wanted Dean to know that much at least. He didn't regret what they had here, no matter how... abnormal it was, how unconventional.

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"Mhm, guess we did..." He laughed quietly, still a little groggy and way too content to really move yet. He was quite comfortable being lazy awhile. "We did have kind of a busy day." He finally looked up at his brother.

"You ready for another?"

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Sam hadn't been gone an hour and that alone should alert Dean to something being wrong. Today should have been a long one--full of late classes and maybe meeting with friends after and getting in just in time to see his big brother off in time for work. Maybe give him something more than just a goodbye kiss, if they were both feeling up for it.

But it wasn't the case today. Sam was running in the front door, slamming it shut behind him. He looked breathless and flushed, like he'd been running and wide-eyed... maybe even scared. He didn't know if Dean would be awake or still resting up before work, but maybe the ruckus would have startled him. Either way, plans had changed, things had gone to shit like he'd feared they would right from the start.

Maybe he'd cry if every instinct in him wasn't screaming to run, to hide, and maybe to protect his big brother, protect them. Oh god, they'd need protecting too.

"Dean!" he called out, moving towards the bedroom. "Dean, we need to talk, now."

God, what were they going to do... this was so bad.

Everyone... God, everyone he knew and even people he didn't-- they knew. They knew and there was everything from disgust to filthy comments that had his stomach turning to... oh god, just everything. Even offers to help him get help of some kind to questioning if Dean was making him do this somehow because who could possibly fuck their own sibling willingly--which nearly got him to lose his temper.

That's when he left.

But that wasn't even the end more disturbing news. There was so much more than that.

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[As soon as they'd both got in the car, Sam was making his way towards the nearest clothing store he could think of. They needed to get Dean some seriously more appropriate clothes here soon. Though the thought of panty or bra shopping with Dean? A little bit awkward.]

[He was strangely more interested about the possible month with his brother than he thought he would've been before... Dean had come up. It was good to have his brother back in some way than when he'd first left for college. Still not something he wanted to think about and he didn't want to dwell on that bad blood, especially right now.]

So... how's it feel anyway? Waking up in a different body?