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     The sun is out with a vengeance, but the pool in the backyard of their parents house is still cool enough to forget that you’ll get sunburn if you stay out in it too long. Dean takes a dive off the diving board and stays under water, swimming silently across the pool until his fingertips touch the wall on the shallow end. When he pops out of the water he runs both hands through short cropped hair and pushes the droplets off his face, climbing the stairs out of the pool and plopping down heavily in his seat beside his brother, who sits up on an elbow when he feels Dean nearby. Swimtrunks stick to his legs, one side pulled up a little on the side and he feels Sam’s touch before he looks down and see’s him trace a three inch long scar on the side of his thigh. 

     All Dean can do is chuckle at the memory.

     “Dude, you’ll never guess how I got that one.” He waits, pretty sure Sam isn’t actually going to guess but the pregnant pause makes the comedic timing even better.

     “I got stabbed by a midget.”

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    Sam’s worked these streets before and you don’t usually get the pretty ones around here. Not unless something’s wrong with them. He can’t help but wonder that when he gets his first look of those flashing green eyes and the chiseled features. Wondering vaguely what’s wrong with this one when he’s got the kind of face that’ll have anyone dying to fall into bed with them.

 You’d almost think he was a cop, but he just doesn’t have that feel.

   “Two hundred goes a long way, three fifty gets you a night.” It’s late, he’s got no prospects. Prices tend to fluctuate depending on what’s willing to bite. He can charge up to four hundred or more if he’s feeling frisky. That face alone tempts him to drop a few dollars from his price range, except he is trying to make at least some sort of a living. “Give or take any extra if  you’re into the weird shit.” He offers a sort of lopsided grin, eyebrow arching, “What’dya say handsome?”

     It’s his first night back on base and he’d never be able to consider himself a real Marine if he didn’t hit the town on his night of libo and at least attempt to get laid. Problem was it was the middle of the week and Dean knew he might not find some pretty young thing to pick up at a bar that might be willing to spend the night with him without up and leaving as soon as they were done.

     His best bet, especially with a freshly fattened wallet from his paycheck, was to find someone who could use the cash. Now his only problem was finding someone of the male variety, and that wasn’t something he’d be telling any of his buddies about once he got back on base.

     The hazel eyes staring at him from the passenger side window, though, set into a gorgeous face and all connected to a body Dean was dying to touch, was exactly what he was looking for. “How much for two full days? Meals on me, of course. And assuming you don’t have plans for the next couple’a days. Not into nothin’ super weird, but we can talk about it, if you are.”