Even now, pretty much a year into the longest relationship of his life, Dean was okay with how they had things working. He'd call as often as he could, and sometimes that wasn't for days at a time. And then there was always Jimmy's column in the paper. Sam already knew just why Dean would spend so long trying to get hold of a copy, but nothing was said about it. Dean figured that he was only let off the hook for that much because his brother was happy for him. Or something equally as girly
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Jimmy had heard the door open and close and if it weren't for the fact that these days Dean made a big deal about him locking it at night he probably would have suspected something malignant.
Upstairs in his room there was soft jazz rifts playing, not loud enough to be annoying but something Jimmy was hoping would soothe him.
He didn't know if it was the season or lack of anything to do, but even for the hour he couldn't be more awake and he announced it in something of an irate groan as he continued the work out.
He knew Dean would be inside soon enough, and after a year they'd more or less stopped hiding the awkward parts of themselves.
Stepping through the bedroom door, Dean was no more surprised than usual at the weird position Jimmy had adopted. He was okay with the whole yoga thing just for the things it meant they could do in bed. Still. It looked about as comfortable as being folded in half like a piece of paper. His head tilted accordingly, just so he could try and see the man's face properly.
"It's three am." Which was what he was having trouble with working out. Not helped by the fact he'd just driven hundreds of miles because he didn't see a column in the newspaper.
Jimmy sat up completely and eased to his feet to go greet Dean as he normally did when he got back after a long trip.
He'd wrap his arms over the top of his shoulders, not effeminately but more emasculate with a means to close distance but keep comfortable, wrists linked at the nape of Dean's neck.
He sighed, "I know. I woke up a half hour ago and I can't sleep."
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Upstairs in his room there was soft jazz rifts playing, not loud enough to be annoying but something Jimmy was hoping would soothe him.
He didn't know if it was the season or lack of anything to do, but even for the hour he couldn't be more awake and he announced it in something of an irate groan as he continued the work out.
He knew Dean would be inside soon enough, and after a year they'd more or less stopped hiding the awkward parts of themselves.
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"It's three am." Which was what he was having trouble with working out. Not helped by the fact he'd just driven hundreds of miles because he didn't see a column in the newspaper.
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He'd wrap his arms over the top of his shoulders, not effeminately but more emasculate with a means to close distance but keep comfortable, wrists linked at the nape of Dean's neck.
He sighed, "I know. I woke up a half hour ago and I can't sleep."
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