followstheorders | In the light of day.

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In the light of day.

Dean woke slowly the next morning, his mind sluggish and disoriented. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. He laid on his side with another person's arms around him and a warm body pressed up against his back. It wasn't his room at the motel, either. The bed was too comfortable and the sheets smelled clean, not musty.

Without opening his eyes, Dean laid there and tried to think back over the night before. There was no hangover, so he couldn't have been drunk, but his memory was hazy anyway. He remembered checking out a club that was said to be suspicious...

Couldn't really remember going inside, although his mind kept producing hazy images of him on his knees and the smell of sex. Which, really, wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it would be nice to remember it. Some worrisome thought was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite make it come forward.

Slowly, Dean opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at the man laying behind him.

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It was brief, but Dean still enjoyed it. He was becoming pretty fond of having Nathaniel's hands on him. When he was nudged, he stepped back under the water to rinse off, then took the soap and reached to return the favor.

Nathaniel didn't protest him returning the favor at all. Dean's hands on him weren't so bad either. He let out a sigh and leaned in to those touches lightly, letting Dean clean him up.

If they'd had more time, Dean would have really made it good, but they couldn't afford to get distracted right now. When Nathaniel was clean, Dean nudged him toward the water to rinse and then reached fro towels as he stepped out of the shower.

Stepping out after he was rinsed, he dried off and headed into the bedroom to slip some fresh clothes on. At the rate the rate they were going through clothes, he was going to have to be doing laundry soon. At least he was extremely clean with all the washing they were doing...

Dean was thoroughly amused by all the washing. It had been a while since he had such an active weekend. Man, he needed to do this more often. And considering all the plans and suggestions they'd made, it seemed like he'd have a chance to.

He followed Nathaniel into the bedroom and dug through his bag for clothes. Yeah, definitely going to be needing to wash soon.

They definitely had enough stuff planned to last for a few weekends at least, if they really did all they discussed. Nathaniel was looking forward to it though. Definitely been awhile since he'd had the promise of regular sex.

Once he'd slipped into his clothes, he straightened up and turned to see if Dean was dressed yet. "You ready to head out?"

Dean slipped on a pair of nice jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt with a low v-neck. He figured if he was going to be trying collars on, he might as well make it easy. After he slipped on his boots and grabbed his wallet and phone he was ready to go.

"Yep." Dean flashed him a smile and bounced on the balls of his feet, grinning playfully. "Ready if you are."

"Come on then. Probably gonna have to drive... you want to take my truck or you wanna drive? I can give you directions." Nathaniel didn't really care one way or another really, but he figured he'd check. Dean did really love that car of his after all.

"Sure, I'll drive." He did love his car. Besides, he had new tapes to try out if they took his car. Dean grabbed the tapes from the other room on their way out.

"Alright." He grabbed his house keys and pocketed them before heading out to Dean's car, climbing in the passenger seat and getting comfortable.

Dean started the engine and took a moment to pop one of the new tapes into his tape deck. Then he pulled out of the parking lot. "Where to, boss man?"

"Go straight. I'll let you know when to turn." The toy shop he had in mind wasn't too far exactly, but enough that walking there would be a pain in the ass.

"Alright." Dean followed the directions easily. He glanced over at Nathaniel while he drove. "What do you think?"

"The car? It's nice. I can see why you like it so much." He glanced over and flashed a quick smile. "Looks like you take good care of it too."

"Thanks. I do. It's the only thing I have that's worth anything." Plus it was his home and part of his family. Nobody else understood his attachment, but that was fine. His baby understood.

"You ever think you might want more than a car sometime?" Dean still had to be pretty young though, from the looks of it. Nathaniel could definitely see not wanting to settle down for awhile yet at least, but he couldn't help but wonder if it ever crossed his mind.

"Find a place somewhere?"

That was a question he asked himself often. Especially after Sam left insisting there was more to life than hunting. Dad didn't see it that way, of course. Even so, sometimes he caught himself wondering...

"Yeah, sometimes." He glanced over at Nathaniel curiously. "How'd you decide to do it?"

"Guess I just got tired of. Nothing seemed to change and I didn't want to spend my whole life on the road chasing something I might not get." But here, he had the opportunity to do something, even if it wasn't what he originally wanted.

"And it's nice, for me anyway, to have somewhere to come home too finally. Life on the road has its moments, a lot of them, but it gets kind of old after awhile, doesn't it?" Or for him, it had anyway.

"Yeah, that it does." There were moments, certainly, but at least lately there were a lot more lonely ones. Lonely, bored, sometimes frightening... it wasn't something he wanted to do forever, even if he kind of thought he didn't really have a choice.

"I'm glad you found a place. Something to make you happy."

He shot a brief smile over at that. "Hopefully you'll find something like that too... one day at least."

He was still young... had plenty of time to find something for himself. Though Nathaniel was kinda glad this life had somehow led Dean into his life. Been an interesting few days.

"Turn left up here."

"Thanks. I hope so." Maybe someday. In the meantime, Dean was definitely enjoying this particular twist of fate. He was kind of hoping he'd be seeing a lot more of Nathaniel.

He took the left turn as instructed and drove on. Not long after the turn, he saw some neon signs up ahead. That seemed like their place. The blacked out windows helped, too.

"Here we are." He turned to flash Dean a grin. That was definitely the place... not the most discreet. Pretty obvious what it was really.

"Ready to go in and pick up a few things?"

Dean parked and turned to grin back at Nathaniel. No, definitely not discreet, but that was alright. Dean wasn't too concerned about discretion.

"Yes, master," he teased and winked at the other man. Then he reached for the door handle and slipped out of the car, sliding the keys into his pocket.

He slipped out of the car, reaching out to give Dean a playful swat to the ass before he went to push his way into the store. Once inside, he glanced around a little as they made their way towards the section with the collars and the like.

"See anything you want to look at, don't let me stop you."

Dean laughed at the swat and followed Nathaniel into the store. He'd been in one or two of these stores before, so he wasn't completely new to it, but it had been a while. He followed Nathaniel back to a rack of collars and stepped up to look through them for one he liked.

"Is there anything you wanted to look for?" He asked curiously while he flipped through the collars.

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