Sam’s Wonderful Confusing Gender Change Adventure [Girl!Sam/Dean NC-17] Part 2
You May Have Everything You Want, But I Got Something You Need
“Elise! This isn’t funny.” Dean was close to losing it, and Sam could pretty much sense that. “Sam hasn’t done anything. Fix him!”
They’d found Elise at The Candy Store, her surprise at seeing Dean had pretty much spoke for itself. Until she’d clapped eyes on Sam. Dean and Sam had taken her to the back, a small room that Sam really didn’t want to know what it was for. Once she’d found out what had happened she hadn’t stopped laughing.
“Oh, but it is.” She really was pretty, at least when she laughed. Her smile was something completely different. More of a snarl than anything else. She pressed her body against Dean, breasts pushing against his chest, hands working up his back and her legs rubbing against his. She had nice legs, Sam could admit that. “You were supposed to be the one who got it. But,” looking over at Sam she smiled again, “looks like I got the same result anyway.” The laughter started up again and Dean pushed her way from him.
“Elise, I am sorry if I hurt you, but this is not Sam’s fault.” Dean sounded like he was talking to a child, and Sam could understand it. She acted like a spoiled child, expecting to get everything she wanted. “Fix it.”
“Oh, Dean, I can’t. You need to learn your lesson. That’s the point of it.” Elise said, crossing her legs and inspecting her nails. “The whole reason was to make you see what if felt like, being a woman. One who men take advantage of. But, this might work the same.”
“I didn’t take advantage of you!” Dean nearly shouted. Sam could remember the woman now. Her sultry looks, her pretty eyes. The way she’d pretty much thrown herself at Dean. If anything she took advantage of him.
“So I’m stuck like this?” Sam asked, voice quiet as he stood to the back of the room. Elise looked over at him, and for a moment Sam was sure he saw a little bit of guilt flash in her eyes. But it was gone in a second. Apparently Pixies didn’t do guilt.
“Until he learns his lesson, yes.”
“And what lesson is he supposed to learn?” Sam asked, hoping that maybe it would something simple.
“Well, it’s not that easy. He has to figure it out on his own.” Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. Elise gave him a lazy once over. “You shouldn’t complain. At least you’re pretty. You should think about getting some clothes though. It could take a while.” Sam watched as Dean fought to control himself, sorely tempted to let Dean just lose it. But the guilt afterwards wouldn’t be worth it.
“Thanks,” Sam threw to Elise, taking Dean by the elbow. “You’ve been no help at all.” Sam had to practically pull Dean from the club, ignoring any looks they got on the way out. Stepping out into the cool night air, Sam released Dean’s elbow and they both stopped in the alleyway entrance to the club.
“God damnit!” Dean literally yelled, kicking a trash can.
“Dean, calm down.” Sam attempted to reason, deciding that he couldn’t process the implied meaning behind Elise’s words, not yet. If he let things sink in it might trigger the breakdown he was fending off, and if that happened, he’d be burdening Dean with something else that wasn’t his fault. “Let’s just go back to the motel.” It was starting to get cold and Sam was starting to understand that maybe he should buy some proper girls clothes. His own clothes did nothing to keep in the heat anymore. The only thing that helped was the hoodie he’d pulled on and Dean’s leather jacket pulled tightly around his body.
“Sam, I don’t care what we have to do, I will fix this.” Dean held Sam’s shoulder gentle, blazing green eyes connecting to chocolate brown. If Sam had ever believed Dean more he couldn’t think of the time. The sheer determination in Dean’s voice told Sam that things would be okay. Somehow. Dean had never lied to him before.
“I know you will.” Dean nodded, turning towards the street with an arm around Sam’s shoulders, leading them back to impala. Sam just took comfort in the closeness of his brother and decided to bring up the need for clothes in the morning.
* * *
Sam woke first the following morning. Getting through his new morning routine, which was just a little bit more complicated than before. After brushing his teeth and trying to haul a comb through his hair, Sam ended up sitting in the small chair beside the table, waiting for Dean to wake up and sipping on bad coffee.
Sam had complied a small list, things he figured he’d need now that he was a girl. Shoes, underwear, bras, t-shirts, jeans, hair brush, that kind of thing. It really didn’t bare thinking about; Sam didn’t like the idea of having to buy girl clothes, he still felt remotely boyish and the prospect of having to actually put on a bra left him cold. In all honesty he’d rather face three black dogs than the bra.
“Sammy?” Dean flailed in bed a little, covers getting tossed to the side as he practically jumped from the bed. He looked around the room, head whipping from side to side until he caught his bearings.
"You okay Dean?" Sam asked, mildly amused and confused at Dean's strange behaviour.
"Yeah. Sure." It took a few moments for Dean to return to what Sam would call normal, sitting at the end of his own bed and drinking the sludge that the coffee machine in the room made. Sam picked at the polystyrene cup, waiting for the moment to bring this up. It wasn't like Dean could say he was being unreasonable, was it?
"Hey Dean," The timid approach didn't work with most things, but this time Sam decided to go with it. "Can we go shopping today?"
"Shopping for what?"
"Clothes. For me. That fit." Sam said, looking at Dean as if he'd lost his mind. Really? Did the thought not occur to Dean? Elise had even mentioned it. But then again, Dean might've not been listening to that part of the conversation with Elise, what with the blind rage and all.
"Come on Sam, we don't need that." Dean said, moving away from Sam and heading towards the bathroom.
"Yes, we do." Sam stood up, pulling his boxers up just to prove his point. "Dean, I need shoes that fit, and proper clothes. We can't just ignore things. I know you'll fix things, but until that happens, I need clothes." Dean didn't answer, merely walking into the bathroom and locking the door. The shower drowned out any noise that Sam might have heard. Falling back on the bed Sam tried to figure out if he'd need to strong arm Dean into this or if his brother would come out of the shower with some sense.
* * *
The Way She Says My Name
Eventually Dean caved, deciding that girl-Sam puppy-dog eyes were worse than boy-Sam puppy-dog eyes. They ended up at Wal-Mart that afternoon, a trolley full of clothes, t-shirts, jeans, two pairs of sneakers, a few sweat pants and underwear. Sam was in the dressing room, from what Dean could gather, fighting with the bra straps while trying to find the right size. He'd already tried on jeans, they'd just picked up as many pair of the same size and style as possible, neither of them at all sure of how girls would shop. Dean was sitting in what he suspected passed for a chair in the place, hard wood against his back and thighs. He was still pretty amused by the whole thing. Sam's attempt at convincing Dean to go shopping while Dean had already conceded that it had to be done, the near adorable blush on Sam's cheeks when they'd hit the lingerie section, something Dean would never admit to enjoying. Sam being Sam went for the more conservative of the choices, picking up some plain panties and some black, snorting mildly when Dean pointed out the candy stripped bras and matching thongs.
"Dean?" There was no way that Dean would ever get use to that voice, the soft Southern twang that Sam's voice had dropped to. There weren’t a lot of things Dean would get used to about Sam right now.
"Yeah Sammy?"
"I um, I need a little help," Dean smiled slightly, shaking his head, "please." Dean glanced at another couple browsing close by, a smile from the petite brunette girl and a sly grin from the taller male. Dean normally would've grinned back, but right now he wanted to knock the grin from the guys face.
"Sure Sammy." Cautiously, Dean pushed to cubicle door open, latching it after he'd got in. He wasn't quite prepared for the sight before him though. It was almost like that first morning a few days ago, Sam standing there barely dressed and just skin for miles.
The jeans he still wore were low on his hips, still on only because of the belt - which Dean had needed to cut a new hole in the leather. Sharp hip bones, toned stomach. Sam’s arms weren’t as muscled, toned but probably not as strong.
“Seriously, this is too complicated for me. How the hell do you find the right one?” Sam said, casting a glance over his shoulder at Dean. “Help?” Dean smiled and nodded, moving towards Sam.
“Okay, but you’re gonna have to trust me.” Sam nodded mutely, looking at Dean in the mirror; Dean’s hands moved up to Sam’s shoulders, “Drop your arms.” It didn’t really surprise Dean that Sam did exactly what he asked, and a small smile crept onto his face. Slowly Dean slid the straps of the current bra off Sam’s arms. “You never went shopping with Jessica?” Dean kept the tone low, understanding that Sam still found it hard to talk about Jess.
“No. She said I was a pain. I just took the first thing I saw. She liked to try everything on. We did it once and it was a disaster.” Sam answered, nibbling on his bottom lip as he watched Dean in the mirror. Dean nodded slightly, not really paying attention to that. Sam’s skin was so smooth that Dean just wanted to stroke his fingers over as much skin as possible, but that might be slightly inappropriate right now or at all since this was Sam! As the bra came off completely, Dean gave Sam time to adjust or voice his discomfort.
“Dean?” they locked eyes in the mirror and Dean could see the questions in Sam’s eyes, and the blush on his cheeks.
“It’s okay.” Dean whispered, trying to lessen the embarrassment that Sam seemed to feel. Hoping that his hands weren’t cold or clammy, which would be embarrassing for him, Dean gently cupped Sam’s breasts. The intake of breath and mild stiffening of Sam’s body drew Dean’s eyes to his brother-turned-sister’s face. Her eyebrows were drawn together ever so slightly, almost in a frown, bottom lip between her teeth. Dean noted the flush spreading on her cheeks, and that it had nothing to do with embarrassment this time. Dean felt a curling in his gut, feeling a little reckless and bold, he started a very subtle massage on Sam’s breasts. He heard Sam’s small gasp, the hitch in breathing and felt the supple body lean back against him ever so slightly.
Sam’s back pressed to Dean’s chest, body heat seeping through Dean’s t-shirt, Sam’s hands holding to Dean’s thighs for support. Dean nuzzled his nose into Sam’s neck, teasing the soft skin behind Sam’s ear. Moving his thumbs, Dean brushed the rough pads over Sam’s nipples, feeling Sam’s hands clench against Dean’s thighs, a soft moan coming from Sam.
“Dean.” Hearing Sam’s breathless whisper did a lot of things to Dean. He only just managed to stop from pulling Sam back, just stopping from showing just how he was affected by Sam’s new form. It also reminded him where they were, who they were. It wasn’t like this was just some random girl he’d picked up. This was Sammy, his little brother Sammy.
“I’d say you were a B cup.” Dean whispered, mouth dangerously close to Sam’s ear. He could just dip his head and taste Sam’s skin. It would be that easy, just to press his lips against the skin and then he could taste.
“Dean, the 32 fits. But I don’t have a 32B.” Sam’s breathing was somewhat laboured, her voice low and Dean suddenly caught himself think of Sam as a girl. He, his voice was low. Dean noted that the embarrassed look was back on Sam’s face, along with an evident arousal, both of which Dean knew he was responsible.
“I’ll pick one up, you can try it on, and we’ll go from there. Okay?” Dean couldn’t resist stroking his fingers against the supple flesh, hearing the soft sigh from Sam and the whimper. Dean slowly started to pull away, placing a soft kiss on Sam’s slender shoulders. Dean felt the need to escape the small room, feeling too close to breaking. Sam just nodded, not looking around but not yet covering his chest.
Dean stepped outside, back to the cubicle door, and scrubbed his hands over his face, attempting to get a grip of himself.
* * *
They spent most of the afternoon in the mall, after picking up Sam’s clothes they’d stopped by the public loos where Sam had changed. Dean didn’t know if Sam in Sam’s clothes or Sam in new clothes was better. The new ones showed off Sam’s new body far more than Sam’s old ones did. The t-shirts clung to every curve, accentuating Sam’s breasts and slim waist. The jeans that hugged to Sam’s ass, making his long legs seem longer. They’d picked up a jacket for Sam, a denim one that cut off just above Sam’s waist, and Dean felt a little strange with his own leather jacket on.
“You want to eat?” Dean asked, heading towards the food court. “I could eat.” Sam just nodded, and Dean was pleased to notice that Sam edged close to him as they walked along. It was second nature now to wrap an arm around Sam’s shoulders and Sam seemed to have the same problem as he wrapped his arm around Dean’s waist.
Sam got a seat while Dean got the food, they spent most of the afternoon chatting, laughing and Dean got the feeling that this was all what ‘normal’ people did. And maybe it wasn’t that bad to do. Just hanging out with Sam, like ‘normal’ people, doing everyday things. It wasn’t as had as Dean would’ve thought. But it was likely to get old fast.
“So, I was online this morning, looks like a possible job while we’re in Lincoln.” Sam told him, half way through a box of fries. “Strange deaths in and around the Crowley Manor home. It’s an old house with gardens and a family graveyard out back. Seems that people have been reporting that graves have been disturbed, items in the house are moving on their own, and people are seeing things at night.” Sam clearly had read a lot about this. “I think we should look at it since we’re here.”
“Sam, maybe until we can figure things out and get stuff,” Dean waved a hand to try and indicate everything that Dean figured needed to get fixed. Dean didn’t like that idea of having Sam on a hunt. Although he may still be Sam, the hunter that their Dad had trained, he was girl-Sam, and Dean couldn’t help being a little bit protective.
“Dean, I kinda figured that I shouldn’t really participate in a hunt until I get back to being me.” A couple of fries were shoved into Sam’s mouth, ketchup smearing beside his lip. Dean just smiled, leaning over the table to swipe the red blotch from Sam’s face. “Thanks.”
Dean felt rather awkward, mainly because Sam decided not to waste the sauce, holding Dean’s thumb and licking away the ketchup. Sam just carried on eating, and Dean was left entertaining thoughts he’d pushed away back when he’d first seen Sam in his boxes and t-shirt.
“So, it’s what, one man?” Dean asked, trying to get back on track.
“Yeah, I mean, I can get the info and it’s probably just a salt and burn job. So, I’ll hold your shovel.” Sam said with a smile.
“Oh yeah, that isn’t feminist, I’ll do all the hard work.”
* * *
You and Me Won’t Be Unhappy
They arrived at Crowley Manor shortly after nightfall, climbing the fence around the grounds. Dean had given Sam a boost, which was strange in its own way. They’d spent the rest of the day investigating all the claims and had decided to do their own investigating that night, once everyone had cleared out.
“You’re sure we’ll be the only ones here?” Dean asked again.
“Yes! This place is practically a museum. They close early on Sundays.” Dean sometimes wished they could close early some nights. “We should head in through the back door.” Which meant walking through the graveyard.
“I don’t understand people wanting graves in their back yard. I mean, for real, why?” Dean asked, unsure if there really was any point in having the rotting corpses of your dearly departed at such close range.
“Some people get closure from it I guess.”
“Yeah, well I’m gonna be cremated for sure.” Dean stated, knowing for a fact he didn’t want to end up rotting in the ground.
“Morbid much?” Sam threw her, his, damn. Sam flipped his hair over his shoulder and Dean shook his head at just how feminine Sam had managed to become in a matter of days. It also helped since Sam wasn’t exactly uncomfortable. Dean didn’t know how he’d handle being a girl. But he probably wouldn’t have come out of their room for a while after discovering it.
Smiling to himself at the thought, Dean followed Sam into the back of the manor, noting the currently burning fire, the glass of what looked like whiskey and the lit cigar sitting on a table beside a large chair. The grandfather clock echoed throughout the large house, doors creaked and Dean got a chill down his spine that just screamed haunted house.
“You said no one would be here.” Dean nearly hissed at Sam, Sam on the other hand was just staring at the chair.
“Does that look like anyone is here?” Sam asked. Dean turned to see the cigar floating, a definite draw being taken but no one there to take it. “This is weird.” There was the sound of a bell somewhere, a dim ringing coming from somewhere above them.
“Come on.” Dean headed out of the room, watching as the cigar lowered to the ashtray as they did. Upstairs didn’t make much more sense than downstairs. There were floating candles, random giggles from small children, the sound of footsteps on the hard wood floors. Sam glanced at Dean with questions in his eyes and Dean could find nothing to do but shrug.
“What the hell is going on here?” Sam asked, watching the portraits on the wall as they swayed from side to side. It was the last minute before Dean noticed the dagger coming towards them.
“Sammy!” Dean grabbed at Sam’s arm, pulling him away from the path of the dagger and throwing the both of them against the wall. There was a hiss and ping as the dagger embedded itself in the wall, shaking slightly before just sitting there. Dean could feel Sam’s quick breathing on his neck, turning to face him and noticing the wildness in Sam’s eyes. They both knew what adrenaline could do to the body, so Dean tried not to think about just how close Sam’s body was, about how nice it felt to have it there. A female body was a female body, but the fact that this was Sam seemed to send Dean’s blood rushing in a different direction. “Y’okay?” Dean couldn’t get his voice above a whisper, and he was starting to realise that he’d ended up whispering a whole lot more since Sam ended up a girl.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“What do you mean you think so? You either are or you’re not, are you hurt? Are you in pain?” Dean made to pull back and inspect Sam from head to toe when he was cut off.
“You’re pretty happy to see me, right?” Sam murmured, and Dean realised that they were pressed so close that there really wasn’t anything Sam couldn’t feel. Dean felt a slight blush rising on his cheek.
“Gimme a break Sam,” Dean muttered, resting his forehead in Sam’s shoulder before looking up. “You’re fucking hot. I’ve been hard since the mall.” Dean was whispering again, and this close to Sam was a bad idea, because all Dean wanted to do was taste those lips. Sam chose that moment to lick his lips though, and Dean just couldn’t stop himself.
It wasn’t really a mind-blowing kiss, and Dean felt a little put out since he’d been hard almost all day. That was until Sam moaned just so and press so tight to Dean that there was no space between them what so ever. Sam spread his legs apart a little, giving Dean room to move just a little closer, eliciting another moan from Sam and Dean moved his mouth to Sam’s neck. Sam’s hands clutched to Dean’s arms while Dean proceeded to lick and nip at Sam’s neck. Dean pressed a leg between Sam’s thighs, a steady rocking on Sam’s part causing small pants and low hums to fill the air. Sam’s blunt nails dig into the back of Dean’s head, hands pulling until Dean’s mouth was back on Sam’s, tongues tangling as Sam thrust against Dean’s denim clad thigh, little whimpers escaping Sam’s throat. Dean didn’t know if he could be anymore turned on at all.
“Sammy,” Dean pulled away, groaning against Sam’s neck. “Not here, God I want you.” Dean’s hands trailed under Sam’s shirt, running over smooth skin. They were pressed flush together, Dean pulling Sam’s chest to his own, Sam pressing into Dean’s legs and never stopping the faltering rhythm he had. “Motel. Now.”
“What about the job?” Sam’s voice contradicted his words, his breathless moan and attempt to get closer to Dean.
“The job will still be here tomorrow.” Dean muttered, already pulling Sam away from the wall, wondering how he’d be able to get them downstairs and to the car without breaking contact. He was about to voice his dilemma when they both broke away to find themselves at the door to the Manor. Panting heavily and both a little shocked, Dean pulled the door open, only to find the impala sitting there, engine running and doors open. “Kinky ghosts.” Dean muttered, pulling Sam out of the house and towards the car. He could worry about the whole thing later.
While Dean was driving it was like Sam couldn’t stop touching him. Sam’s small hand running up and down Dean’s thigh, doing all kinds of things to him. Lips brushing over Dean’s neck, teeth occasionally nipping at Dean’s ear. The fact that they made it to the motel without being pulled over or killed was testimony enough to Dean’s control and driving ability.
The second he got the room door closed, Dean had Sam on the bed, their bodies pressed together again, Dean’s jacket on the floor with Sam’s, t-shirts being pulled over head and both fighting with the others belts and jeans. After much blundering, Dean swatted Sam’s hands away, first divesting Sam of his jeans and then getting out of his own. Sam had his bra off in seconds, tossing it to the floor and laying back, Dean crawling over his body, head dipping to trace up Sam’s skin with his tongue.
“Dean, no teasing, please.” Sam pulled at Dean’s head, squirming on the bed, legs spread for Dean to rest between. Dean was certain it was the single most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Dean trailed his hands down to Sam’s hips, pulling the panties off and tossing them wherever the other clothes had ended up. Sam smiled as he sat up, legs splayed wide around Dean, small hands moving to Dean’s boxer briefs, Dean shimmied his hips, assisting Sam in getting rid of the last piece of clothing before Dean placed a hand in the middle of Sam’s chest and slowly pushed back, watching Sam laid out on the bed below him. Sam stretched out, hands above his head, body arching up to brush against Dean’s chest. With a small giggle Sam pushed up on his elbows to place a kiss on Dean’s neck, tongue trailing up to Dean’s neck, nibbling along Dean’s jaw. “What’re you waiting for?” Sam asked against Dean’s skin.
Grabbing for his jeans, Dean pulled out his wallet and grabbed the condom, tearing the foil with his teeth and moving to slip the condom on. Moving back between Sam’s legs Dean took a hold of Sam’s right knee, hoisting it up while Sam braced soft hands against Dean’s chest.
“Ready?” Sam nodded, lip between his teeth again, watching Dean with wide brown eyes. Dean pushed forward slowly; watching Sam’s face as he slowly sheathed himself in Sam’s heat. “God, you’re tight.” Dean moaned, head falling against Sam’s bosom as he struggled to give Sam time to adjust.
“Technically a virgin here.” Sam mumbled, hands clenching against Dean’s chest and breathe coming out in short gasps. Dean braced one arm beside Sam’s head, their eyes meeting before Sam gave a small nod. Dean slowly withdrew before pushing back in, building up a rhythm while Sam started flexing his hips to meet Dean’s thrusts. Sam pressed up to catch Dean in a kiss, Dean’s fingers tangling in Sam’s mop of hair. Pulling back on Sam’s hair Dean bit lightly at Sam’s throat, watching Sam arch and squirm, head back and eyes closed tightly.
“Sammy,” Dean could feel the pleasure building, feel Sam clenching around him. Dean released Sam’s hair, hand sliding between their bodies, thumb rubbing over Sam’s clit. The reaction as instantaneous, Sam’s body jerked, his hands grabbing at Dean’s shoulders while he nearly yelled Dean’s name.
The erratic clenching around Dean was enough to milk the orgasm from him, burying his head against Sam’s shoulder, biting on the skin while muffling his own cry. They stayed like that for as long as Dean guessed was safe before he slowly and carefully pulled out, removing the condom and throwing it towards the trash can.
Sam didn’t look like moving, and Dean really didn’t want to have to worry about it either. Pulling Sam up, Dean pulled back the covers before they both slipped under them, Sam curling up in Dean’s arms, head resting on his shoulder as they both quickly fell asleep.
* * *
It Just Feels So Good
The following morning, Sam felt somewhat heavier than he had, and Dean snorted. Opening his eyes he noticed two things. First, Sam hogged the blankets. Second, Sam was Sam again.
“Dude!” Later Dean would agree that perhaps it wasn’t the best way to wake Sam. Arms flailed, one hitting Dean in the face, the other bashing off the beside cabinet. The end result was Sam half on the floor and Dean half on top of him. “You’re a boy again.” Dean said with a smile. And then he just kissed Sam. Because it felt right.
Even upside down, blood really rushing to his head, neck at an awkward angle and almost no way to support himself, Dean could honestly say it was amazing. Sam tasted like honey, candy and something pure Sam, nothing like last night. And yeah, okay, so they could both do with a toothbrush, but Dean didn’t think anything would ever compare. Sam’s body was all hard planes where smooth curves used to be, strong arms, muscled legs and chest. Dean pressed further down as Sam pressed up, both groaning as blessed friction shot to their cocks, Sam’s hands coming up to Dean’s head while Dean’s hands moved to run across Sam’s sides.
The end up meant both fell to the floor with a thud. Sam laughed through the hurt, rubbing his head as Dean landed on top of him. Dean just shook it off, biting Sam’s chest with enough force to leave a mark. Sam’s huge hand gripped his hip before moving to encircle Dean’s cock, Dean groaned at the contact, happily supporting himself far enough above Sam so that Sam could get enough movement, jerking them both off together. The feel of Sam’s hand on Dean’s cock, and Sam’s erection against Dean’s erection was pure bliss, the heat and silky feeling alone being enough to have Dean thrusting into the grip.
Dean came with a shout, spilling over Sam’s chest and hand, hips jerking as he came down from the high. Sam followed shortly after, moaning loudly and arching up. Dean fell to the side, skin touching at shoulder and hip while one hand lazily kept the contact on Sam’s stomach.
“So, you’ve learnt your lesson?” Sam asked, voice a little scratchy but no longer a soft Southern drawl.
“Yeah, I guess. Whatever it was.” Dean replied, wondering what this meant for both of them. “So, where does that put us?” He wasn’t exactly sure why he asked, the touchy feely stuff wasn’t usually his bag of apples, but something as big as this needed to be broached.
“Well, I’m a boy again.” Dean nodded, rather than stating the obvious. “So I don’t know. Wasn’t it just because I was a girl?” Sam asked, turning his head to face Dean.
“No,” Dean answered, pushing himself up to his elbow, meeting Sam’s gaze. “It was because you’re Sam. And you’re still hot so…” Fingers trailed up Sam’s stomach, and Dean didn’t know how to finish the sentence.
“Oh,” Sam was supposed to be the smart one, and all he could come up with was ‘oh’? Dean thought maybe the fall had knocked Sam’s brain loose. “Does that mean we can…y’know? More?” Dean laughed slightly.
“Yeah, Sammy, we can y’know. And then tonight we can go exorcise that house.” Sam nodded as he rolled over to cover Dean’s body; the long limbs had never seemed more coordinated in all the time Dean could remember.
“Sure, until then though…” Sam trailed off, kissing at Dean before his hands started to do their own investigating and Dean made a mental note to send flowers and candy to Elise with an apology.
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