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[lormenari]

The bar is dark and smoky, and Sam is seated in a corner, silently people-watching as he nurses a beer. He's looking for just the right person - not someone so big he could drop him off a roof if he wanted to, and not someone so old he could be his dad. No, he wants someone... like the guy seated at the bar with a silver ring on his finger that

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[followtheorders]

Dean's mind was floating pleasantly on the afterglow of a really good orgasm when Sam kissed him and he smiled. Before he followed the tug toward the bed, he paused to lose his shirt and kick off his boots. He fell onto the bed beside Sam with his jeans still loose and low around his waist. They'd come off easy enough later. He chuckled at the question and shrugged, stretching out luxuriously and heaving a content sigh. "It's kind of gory. I'll spare you the details. The short story is that a couple of people turned up dead in bizarre ways. My editor thought there might be another Manson kind of deal, but it wasn't."

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"Maybe you'll find another one here. There's always tons of crime that doesn't get written about." He reaches for the covers, pulling them up over their bodies. He's not really planning on spending the night, not wanting to overstay his welcome, but it's nice to relax for a moment. He's usually out the door as soon as the sex is over.

[followtheorders]

"It's possible. My Dad says it comes in waves." Dean kind of wondered if Sam would rush out or stick around a while, but he seemed to be settling in for a bit. That was alright with him. Sam was actually pretty good company. Something Dean had been lacking for a while.

He reached up and pushed his hand through Sam's hair lightly, playing it around his fingers. Longer hair always interested him. Nice to touch, fun to pull on during really good sex. "How long have you lived in this town?"

[lormenari]

"Um... a little while. When I was in high school my family started moving around for my dad's job and then once I left home, I just never settled down. I'm thinking about moving to a bigger city... I dunno, New York, or LA or something. Or anywhere, really. I don't really care where I go, as long as it's not here. This place is too small. And it's shitty." He relaxes as Dean plays with his hair, sweat still drying on his flushed skin. "I'm from Tennessee originally. The south sucks, man."

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Dean laughed genuinely at that last statement. He really couldn't agree more. This Kansas boy didn't deal well in the South. "Dude, I've been all over the country and every time I find myself in a shitty town, it's in the south. Texas is almost always bad for me, but Florida is the worst. I'd rather use Tabasco sauce for eye drops than spend any time in Florida. That place is a cesspool."

Technically, it wasn't even really the south. There were no southerners in it. It was full of transplanted northerners waiting to die.

[lormenari]

He lets out a near giggle at the description. "The only time I've been to Florida was when my parents took me to Disney World when I was little. That was forever ago... before my little brother and sister were born." He shrugs, trailing his fingertips absently down Dean's chest. "The thing about the South is that they say Southerners are really nice... but they're not. My family's all Southern, and... most of them aren't that nice."

[followtheorders]

"They're really good at putting on a nice face in public, but yeah. Pretty much all complete dicks behind doors." Dean would know. He could be a grade-A jerk when he wanted to be. The 'good folks' of the south could give him lessons, though. "Not real close to your family, huh?" That made sense. Why would be be on the street turning tricks if he was?

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He shakes his head. "No, not really. We haven't really... talked since I was sixteen. So coming up about two years now, almost." He doesn't even realize he's just given away his real age. "What about you? Are you close to your family? You gotta be at least a little to get an awesome car like that from your dad."

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Dean quirked an eyebrow at the revelation, but he didn't say anything. At least he was eighteen or thereabouts. If he had to guess, he would have gone lower than that, so almost eighteen is a relief. "It's just me, my dad, and my baby brother. We used to be closer, but..." He shrugged. "Dad's kind of a hard-ass and he's always butted heads with my brother. They had it out and Dad kicked my brother out. We've all been kind of on our own since then. Neither of them will admit they're wrong and I'm kind of just sick of being in the middle."

[lormenari]

"Oh." He frowns, considering his words. "I'm sorry. Where's your brother now?" A beat passes as he plucks at the sheets, his brow furrowed. "You should go see him."

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"He's at school. Brat and his big brain got himself a full ride to a big, fancy college." In truth, Dean was pretty proud of that. Considering he'd done the bulk of raising his brother, he kind of felt like it was partially his accomplishment, too. Although, the good feelings were decidedly overshadowed by the loss and loneliness. "Don't think he's too interested in seeing me, actually. I haven't heard a word from him since I took him to the bus station that night. Think he's pissed I didn't go with him."

[lormenari]

"If he wanted you to go with him, then he'll want to see you again. You should call or something. Or just show up." It's what he wishes someone in his family had done for him. Anyone. He's not picky. He rests his face in Dean's shoulder. "He probably wouldn't turn you away if you turned up on his doorstep."

[followtheorders]

"Think so?" He hummed thoughtfully and rested his cheek against the top of Sam's head. Dean kind of figured his brother would be embarrassed for his college buddies to meet his idiot brother, but maybe he'd give it a shot. It was hard to resist the idea with a kid so similar to his own brother telling him to give it a try.

He shrugged. "Maybe I'll swing by sometime. Worst he can do it tell me to take a hike, I guess."

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"Let me know how it goes. I bet it'll turn out pretty good." He rises suddenly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and reaching for his discarded jeans. He fishes out his phone and checks his messages before starting to get dressed. "So, can we settle up? It's gonna be a hundred bucks."

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The sudden motion startled Dean a little, but he sat up and got to his feet to get his wallet. He pulled on his jeans and dug the wallet out of the pocket. Five twenties wasn't all he had, but he was getting low. Time to hit some pool tables or some other scam.

He sat on the foot of the bed and held out the bills. "You need a ride somewhere?"

[lormenari]

He takes the money, stuffing it into his wallet without counting it. "Thanks. And no, I'm... uh, I'm good." He doesn't really have anywhere to go. He's considering just going back to the bar and picking someone else up, or holing up with a beer until closing time. "Hey, we should up again next time you're in town." He tosses his phone at him. "Put your number in."