The brothers came upon Gen in the library and their happy greeting gave away nothing about their morning's detour. The only thing slightly new about it was how Dean kissed her hello with a long, pressing warmth, ignoring Sam completely, both of them smiling half way through. They ate and relaxed and caught up. When Sam went to get some food they kissed again, Gen climbing into his lap to get close, Dean's hands affectionately rubbing up and down her body as she cupped his head.

"Do you think we could take off a day or so?" Gen ask hopefully.

"Yeah, provided you've found nothing new," he said.

"I've been fighting off the guilt about my glee," she reported. "There's been nothing within our range all day and my happiness about that is entirely selfish." He grinned at her. "Of course, I am also thoroughly delighted that people are not dying of monsters, but only marginally less so."

"Not sure you're gonna be happier than me," he murmured, nudging up at her again for another kiss.

"Why's that?" she asked, threading her fingers into his hair.

"Coz I know what I brought home for you."

Gen looked down at him, questions ready, but Sam interrupted them, returning with an afternoon snack to share.

"Yeah, okay, pace yourselves kids," he griped. "I'm still here."

On the way back to Dean's room he acted like he was listening to Gen talk, and he was, but he wasn't really watching her because his mind's eye was occupied with the imagery sparked by his purchase. In his room, he ignored his overnight bag and pulled her in for a hugging kiss, his hands sliding everywhere and surprising her with their pressure and urgency.

It wasn't difficult, though, for her to match him and press herself against his body. They kissed and felt each other, humming and sighing, taking the time to collect the feeling of each other's warm hands, soft lips and smell, something that was fast coming to mean home and comfort to them both.

Dean finally wrapped his arms around Gen's waist and squeezed as he paused on a deep kiss, then slid his hands down and held her backside to lift her off the ground a bit, just to emphasise, and she felt then how he was growing in his jeans.

"Can I show you?" he asked against her mouth.

"What?"

"What I bought?"

She smiled at him and his impatience. "Okay. Is it going to freak me out?"

"I hope not," he said. "I'm hoping you'll really enjoy it."

He gave her a short peck and went to his bag saying "We don't have to use them right away, or at all even, really, I just can't not show you," he confessed.

Gen had turned to throw her flannel shirt over his chair, and suddenly found two boxes held in front of her, Dean's cheek against her ear as his hand hugged around her waist.

She looked a the first one, her face growing intense, much like Dean's had back at the diner.

The smaller box contained two nipple rings. The picture showed them as sliver, little balls meeting where they connected, with a short string hanging three little metal balls off each. She turned the box over to read its information. Dean's hands started to stroke her waist, then her arm, as he struggled to contain his curiosity.

The second package took some looking. It had a picture of a pink, silicon covered object on the front called a wishbone clitoris clamp. She quickly flipped the box for more info and read about how the little outer arms – shaped like a wishbone – could hold or clamp open the labia, while the part in the middle could clamp the clitoris. Dean waited patiently, unsure of her opinion but buoyed by her opening the box to examine the instructions and warnings.

"Adjustable is good," she said quietly.

"That's what Sam said," Dean shared.

"Sam?" she repeated, looking up.

"Uh-"

"What does Sam know about this?"

"Well, in the car-"

"How much does Sam know about this?" she asked, looking at him sternly over her shoulder.

Dean was apprehensive but decided to go with the facts. "Well, we did stop at a massive store for sex toys. And there wasn't much else around. So... I figure he knows somethin'."

Gen wasn't fooled in the slightest. She tried to scold him with her glare, but in truth Dean was holding in a proud smile, for some reason, and she couldn't see the point in punishing him about it when he looked so cute with those shy dimples.

She took a deep breath and turned back to the boxes, letting Dean resettle his arms around her.

"My room..." she began.

"Sorry?"

"My room is farther away from everything," she murmured, still reading. She stopped and pulled out the wishbone clamp itself, turned it over in her fingers.

Dean swallowed and felt himself straining against his jeans.

"I should give it a rinse first," she said absently.

"There's a special silicone cleanser,' he said helpfully, digging into the bag for her. "It's foaming!"

"Right," Gen muttered, and turned it over for a thorough inspection too.

"You okay?" Dean checked.

"Yeah!" she said, her expression lightening and she put the boxes on the desk to turn in his arms. "Thank you," she kissed him. "Thanks for getting those, even if we don't use them. It was very thoughtful of you."

"I was full of thought, believe me."

"Ha, yeah, well, we've got a few hours before dinner and whether we use those things or not," she said, running her fingers over his chest, her gaze following their trail before she looked back up at him. "They're certainly in the right theme for what I've got in mind."

"Yeah, you got me on board there," he sighed, swaying her a little. "Did you want to go to your room?"

Gen started to nod and licked her lips. "Yeah, I think so. You going to make it that far?" she asked, nudging his groin gently.

"Oh, I'll make it," he promised. "Actually, you go ahead. I'll be there in 5."

"Kay," she said and kissed him again before he let her go. She put the gifts back in their bag, without repacking the wishbone clamp, saying "Should probably keep these in my room," like it was some sort of safety concern.

"Sure thing," he agreed, and watched her leave.