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Straight, sharp, white teeth against chapped peachy-tan lips have Dean chasing another sip of her beer to fight back the dry-mouth. Sam’s all long legs just like she was before she left, but her knees aren’t as knobbly anymore. Golden honey skin and her hair plastered to her forehead and the back of her neck. Leg hair too – stands out next to Dean’s blonde, peeking out of the holes in the worn-soft denim, half transparent in the sun. Her suit’s black – practical. Short swim trunks that cover just the barest edge of her thigh, and a sports bra-like top that frames her shoulders and leaves the strip of skin between her navel and ribcage bare.
Dean feels sick, so fucking sick, with how bad she wants.