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@layingwastextohalloween
Do you get nervous being naked around Dean?
Honestly?
Yes. I do. Every single time I undress.
It’s just - he always looks at me so softly, you know? And every time he does, I feel like he’s breaking down all these barriers. I don’t like feeling exposed. It makes me feel weak.
And yet...
It’s okay. I know he’s not gonna hurt me.
why does it make you nervous? is it the vulnerability aspect?
Totally. It makes me feel exposed, almost. Like someone could hurt me.But you know, Dean's real good about relaxing me.
Confession: gettin' naked still makes me nervous.
Ooooh, tell us more about Dean punishing you. What didn't you listen to him about?
He and I had different ideas about how the hunt should go. He told me that my "soullessness" was impairing my judgment.I didn't like that, so I did things my way, anyway.Got - - um, fucked...within an inch of my life when we got back to the motel.
Body's sore as hell. Don't know if it was the hunt yesterday, or Dean's punishment because I didn't listen.
Hey Sam, who's a better lay? Dean, Cas, or Benny? 😏
Um, well - -
Dean’s my partner, so...
I mean, I’ve been with a lot of people, but I have a deeper connection with Dean, obviously.
“I’m okay with it,” Sam says softly, feeling her fingers pause in his hair. “Honestly, Dana. It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” Still, though, even as he says it, he feels his gut wrench a little bit. “Just - just trust me to make my own decisions, alright? Let me do this.”
He licks his lips, turning his head away slightly. “I didn’t mean to upset you. So maybe let’s not talk about it right now.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re real funny,” Sam says, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. “No, I just meant…I just don’t meant I’m kind of all over the place lately. Like, honestly - hormones, or something. I feel really off balance, out of whack.” He licks his lips, then sighs. “Sorry. I’m still kind of bad this. This whole ‘talking’ to you thing.”
Enjoying the way he pouts probably way too much, she’s now taking her time to massage in the conditioner, his hair silky smooth through her fingertips, longer than she ever rememebred it being.
“–I get it, you’re just…different now, Sam. We’ll fix it though.” Pursing her own lips, she turns her gaze away from his face, watching the way the strans of his hair slid across her hands. “You’ve always been better at it than me.”
Sam frowns, crinkling up his eyebrows. “Wait - ‘fix’ it? Fix it how? I mean, I appreciate the sentiment and all, but I don’t think this is something you can just...fix.”
He pauses, then swallows audibly. “You know, I’ve been thinking lately. That, uh - maybe I’m not so bad like this. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if I...stayed like this. Didn’t get my soul back.” He shifts a little, suddenly stiff.
"Yeah, yeah. You're real funny," Sam says, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. "No, I just meant...I just don't meant I'm kind of all over the place lately. Like, honestly - hormones, or something. I feel really off balance, out of whack." He licks his lips, then sighs. "Sorry. I'm still kind of bad this. This whole 'talking' to you thing."
layingwastextohalloween
“Dunno,” Sam replies, and it’s true - he honestly doesn’t know. What he does know is that he’s been pretty susceptible too mood swings lately, and he’s sure as hell that she’s noticed. “Just - yeah. Feel fine one minute, and the next I wanna snap at someone. Don’t know what’s causing it, especially since I’ve become so used to feeling so little. You know?”
He sighs into her touch, humming softly. “Didn’t think you’d actually follow through and do this, you know. Heh.”
It’s…fine, actually. She knows it’s been rough for Sam, fuck, she’s not trying to make things any more difficult for him. But just sometimes– sometimes she’s unsure what the right thing to do for him is. All she ever wants to do is make sure Sammy is alright. “I know, Sam, it’s okay.” And it really is.
Her hands are gentle, her fingers carefully kneading and rubbing at his scalp, taking her time as she lathers in the shampoo, wanting to draw out the experience for him. If she can make Sam happy, then she’s done something right. “Yeah, well, I guess you’re special, huh?”
Sam can’t help but look a little proud of himself - almost too proud, as a matter of fact. “Yeah, I guess I am. Special, that is.” Jesus, he hasn’t been able to sleep in a long, long time...but her hands in his hair is goddamn heavenly. He’s so relaxed; eyes heavy. Yeah, this is nice.
He settles back again, sighing. “So - what have you been up to, anyway? Sorry - I’ve been pretty out of the loop. Hormones, or something.”
Soulless!Sam knowing that Sam has always liked Dean but never told him because of society and morals. Soulless!Sam finally doing something about it when he first meets up with Dean and Dean doesn't know he's soulless. Dean finds out and is so upset about what he has done. When normal!Sam tries to talk to him about it after, Dean always avoids the issue. Finally, Sam takes things into his own hands when he just walks up to Dean and kisses him hard.
[I ENJOY THIS. ;)]
layingwastextohalloween
Sam lets out a soft sigh when she starts to card her fingers through his hair. It’s felt like a damn long time since anyone’s touched him like this. “Jesus, that feels nice,” he breathes out, letting his eyes slip closed. “I mean, not that - you, uh –” He stops talking, clamping his mouth shut.
After a few moments, he finally adds a soft, “Thanks,” and relaxes back into the chair.
“Not that I what?” Dana can’t help but prod as she starts to soak his hair in the hot water. It’s not scalding, but at just that right temperature she knew Sam liked. With his eyes shut, she takes the opportunity to openly admire his features, drinking in the sharp lines of his face. His eyelashes are ridiculously long, just like his hair, and she can’t help but smirk a bit at the thought.
Gaze having just settled on the curve of his lips, she’s just the slightest jolted as he thanks her. Clearing her throat, she reaches for the shampoo, starting to lather up his hair. “Just don’t expect this to be an all the time thing.”
“Nothin’,” Sam replies quietly, fully resting his body now. Yeah, this feels nice. It’s honestly amazing what a few minutes of deep relaxation can do for a person. After some silence, he finally says, “I was just gonna say - not that you don’t make me feel nice. ‘Cause you do. I mean, more so than other people, if that makes any sense.”
He cracks an eye at her next remark. “I’ll be sure to make a note of that.” He pauses, then, a mischievous little grin appearing on his face. “But you might not be able to keep your hands off me, so…”
Dana continues to massage his scalp, fingers rubbing the soap in gently. “–well, I guess I’m glad to hear it.”
It’s so odd, how this is relaxing for her as well, washing his hair. It’s thick and long, surprisingly so. “How do you do that? How do you go from so damn moody to teasing in a millisecond?” She was genuinely curious.
“Dunno,” Sam replies, and it’s true - he honestly doesn’t know. What he does know is that he’s been pretty susceptible too mood swings lately, and he’s sure as hell that she’s noticed. “Just - yeah. Feel fine one minute, and the next I wanna snap at someone. Don’t know what’s causing it, especially since I’ve become so used to feeling so little. You know?”
He sighs into her touch, humming softly. “Didn’t think you’d actually follow through and do this, you know. Heh.”
layingwastextohalloween
Sam lets out a soft sigh when she starts to card her fingers through his hair. It’s felt like a damn long time since anyone’s touched him like this. “Jesus, that feels nice,” he breathes out, letting his eyes slip closed. “I mean, not that - you, uh –” He stops talking, clamping his mouth shut.
After a few moments, he finally adds a soft, “Thanks,” and relaxes back into the chair.
“Not that I what?” Dana can’t help but prod as she starts to soak his hair in the hot water. It’s not scalding, but at just that right temperature she knew Sam liked. With his eyes shut, she takes the opportunity to openly admire his features, drinking in the sharp lines of his face. His eyelashes are ridiculously long, just like his hair, and she can’t help but smirk a bit at the thought.
Gaze having just settled on the curve of his lips, she’s just the slightest jolted as he thanks her. Clearing her throat, she reaches for the shampoo, starting to lather up his hair. “Just don’t expect this to be an all the time thing.”
“Nothin’,” Sam replies quietly, fully resting his body now. Yeah, this feels nice. It’s honestly amazing what a few minutes of deep relaxation can do for a person. After some silence, he finally says, “I was just gonna say - not that you don’t make me feel nice. ‘Cause you do. I mean, more so than other people, if that makes any sense.”
He cracks an eye at her next remark. “I’ll be sure to make a note of that.” He pauses, then, a mischievous little grin appearing on his face. “But you might not be able to keep your hands off me, so...”
layingwastextohalloween
Sam snorts, still keeping his arms crossed over his chest. “Whatever,” he finally mutters under his breath, following her to the bathroom. He stares at the chair for a moment, and then finally sits down - arms still crossed. “You better not mess this up, you jerk,” he says, his jaw clenched. “My hair’s literally the only thing that’s managed to make it through the past year of bullshit.”
The mood swing, though extreme, Dana is sort of used to at this point. At first it was hard to deal with, but now she understood it was just going to come with this Sam.
“Yeah yeah. Stop bein’ a whiny bitch.” Turning the faucet on, she runs her fingers under the water, testing the temperature, before turning to rummage for their shampoo and conditioner. She would look for scissors after washing out his hair. And maybe he’d be calmer after his damned scalp massage.
Turning back to him with bottles in hand, she lofts a brow. “–take your shirt off.”
“Why do I need to take my shirt off?” Sam raises an eyebrow, turning a little bit to look at her. “You just wanna see my chest, don’t you?” He preens a little bit, nose stuck in the air, making a show of shrugging out of his plaid, letting it drop to the floor. No undershirt today, thank God.
He settles back into the chair, folding his hands into his lap, trying to relax a little. He’s been high-strung lately - he knows that. And he’s a little sorry, ‘cause it’s probably been stressful for Dana, too. “Sorry I’ve been an ass,” he finally sighs.
“You’ve found me out.” Dana drawls, very close to popping him upside the head if continued to act like a jackass. But despite it all, damnit, her eyes do trail as he shrugs off his shirt, his muscles rolling with the action. Smug fucker.
Shaking her head the slightest, Dana finally steps in close, bottles set on the sink ledge and hand slipping under his neck rather gently to help tip his head back. “S’fine, Sammy. I’ve spent my life with you, remember? So I’m used to it.” She teases, her left hand still cradling the nape of his neck as the fingers on her right card back through his thick hair.
Sam lets out a soft sigh when she starts to card her fingers through his hair. It’s felt like a damn long time since anyone’s touched him like this. “Jesus, that feels nice,” he breathes out, letting his eyes slip closed. “I mean, not that - you, uh --” He stops talking, clamping his mouth shut.
After a few moments, he finally adds a soft, “Thanks,” and relaxes back into the chair.
layingwastextohalloween
Sam snorts, still keeping his arms crossed over his chest. “Whatever,” he finally mutters under his breath, following her to the bathroom. He stares at the chair for a moment, and then finally sits down - arms still crossed. “You better not mess this up, you jerk,” he says, his jaw clenched. “My hair’s literally the only thing that’s managed to make it through the past year of bullshit.”
The mood swing, though extreme, Dana is sort of used to at this point. At first it was hard to deal with, but now she understood it was just going to come with this Sam.
“Yeah yeah. Stop bein’ a whiny bitch.” Turning the faucet on, she runs her fingers under the water, testing the temperature, before turning to rummage for their shampoo and conditioner. She would look for scissors after washing out his hair. And maybe he’d be calmer after his damned scalp massage.
Turning back to him with bottles in hand, she lofts a brow. “–take your shirt off.”
“Why do I need to take my shirt off?” Sam raises an eyebrow, turning a little bit to look at her. “You just wanna see my chest, don’t you?” He preens a little bit, nose stuck in the air, making a show of shrugging out of his plaid, letting it drop to the floor. No undershirt today, thank God.
He settles back into the chair, folding his hands into his lap, trying to relax a little. He’s been high-strung lately - he knows that. And he’s a little sorry, ‘cause it’s probably been stressful for Dana, too. “Sorry I’ve been an ass,” he finally sighs.
siswinchester replied to your post “And then you come out a cleaner boy, Sammy.”
–you okay? Lookin’ a little flushed suddenly, darlin’. (I’m not allowed anymore asks lol)
“What? I’m - yeah. I’m fine.” He stiffens, crossing his arms over his chest, eyes dark. “Just - why you botherin’ me about my hair, anyway?”
Defensive mode, activated. Arching a brow, Dana’s actually rather amused by the whole exchange. “As a refresher, Sammy, I’m your big sister. It’s my job to bother you about anything and everything.” Usually when she’s bored.
“Yeah, and you sure do a fine job of that, don’t you?” Sam holds his arms tighter across his chest. He normally wouldn’t be bothered by something as silly as this - or anything at all, actually - but…he’s been in a weird place lately. Maybe that was the impact of going too long without a soul.
“Look, you actually gonna cut my hair, or you just gonna keep being an asshole?”
“One of us is bein’ an asshole here and it isn’t me.”
Lofting a brow at her moody ass brother, Dana keeps eye contact as she marches across the room, grabbing the back of one of the chairs in the corner and dragging it towards the bathroom. “C’mon then.” Spinning the chair fluidly, it’s back is pressed to the sink, Dana motioning for him to sit.
Sam snorts, still keeping his arms crossed over his chest. “Whatever,” he finally mutters under his breath, following her to the bathroom. He stares at the chair for a moment, and then finally sits down - arms still crossed. “You better not mess this up, you jerk,” he says, his jaw clenched. “My hair’s literally the only thing that’s managed to make it through the past year of bullshit.”
siswinchester replied to your post “And then you come out a cleaner boy, Sammy.”
–you okay? Lookin’ a little flushed suddenly, darlin’. (I’m not allowed anymore asks lol)
“What? I’m - yeah. I’m fine.” He stiffens, crossing his arms over his chest, eyes dark. “Just - why you botherin’ me about my hair, anyway?”
Defensive mode, activated. Arching a brow, Dana’s actually rather amused by the whole exchange. “As a refresher, Sammy, I’m your big sister. It’s my job to bother you about anything and everything.” Usually when she’s bored.
“Yeah, and you sure do a fine job of that, don’t you?” Sam holds his arms tighter across his chest. He normally wouldn’t be bothered by something as silly as this - or anything at all, actually - but...he’s been in a weird place lately. Maybe that was the impact of going too long without a soul.
“Look, you actually gonna cut my hair, or you just gonna keep being an asshole?”
