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Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

He rolled his eyes, though fondly, as he got up and gave Dean a tug to follow once he got the bill covered. "Come on... wanna get you back home, Dean... we can start to celebrate for real."

Though he wasn't too big on drinking anymore tonight. Kind of wanted to be sober for the night's festivities. He leaned in to speak against the other's ear, "Got a night planned for you, man. Hope you're ready."

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"Mmmm... maybe. The last one was awesome." Next time they'd have to camp near a hot spring or something, though. Fuck, it had been miserably cold.

He looked back down and smiled at Sam, bending to kiss him lightly. "Love you, too, Sammy."

"Or maybe a hotel somewhere... sure our neighbors would appreciate that." Quiet as Sam tried to be during this, he figured Dean had come up with tricks specifically to get him to get loud. The jerk.

He smiled into that kiss and, reluctantly started to pull away. "Should get washed up, man."

"Might not be a bad idea. I like it when I have you all to myself, away from people." Louder was always better. The more Sam moaned and cursed, the better Dean liked it.

He groaned when Sam started to move away. Getting up.... so much work. "Quick shower? Very quick?"

"Mm, I know. You're kinda possessive like that, dude." Not that he minded all that much when it got him thoroughly fucked brainless like this. He gave a nod. "Really quick. And we keep our hands to ourselves... deal?"

He got to his feet then, going to the bathroom to start the water.

Much as he hated to take a shower with no touching, Dean had to admit that they could both use some rest. He nodded as he got to his feet and followed Sam into the bathroom to get cleaned up. At least he'd get to touch after they got out!

Sam stepped in and started to wash himself up- fast like Dean had asked before passing the soap back. No reason to linger or take their time.

Dean behaved himself. It was hard, but he managed. He was done in record time and got out, got himself dried off, and right back in bed. Curled up under the blankets and cozy, all he was missing was his brother-shaped pillow.

When he was out and dry, Sam didn't waste time in curling back up next to him, curling an arm around the other to tug him in closer, settling in. "Good night, Dean," he murmured softly.

"Night, Sammy." He curled in close and drifted off easy. Pie could wait until tomorrow.

"Night, Dean..." He drifted off into an easy sleep, staying curled around his brother through the night. He didn't wake up until it was morning and the light flooding in started to get irritating. That earned some grumbling as he squirmed closer to the other, buried his face against him.

Dean clutched Sam tighter and grumbled, too. Daylight. Don't want it. His hands automatically rubbed up and down Sam's back softly. "S'too early. Sun got up too early. Make it stop..."

"S'what pillows are for," he mumbled back... or you know, the crook of his brother's neck, which is where he had his face buried currently. Totally not moving yet, not willingly.

Sam was safe. Dean didn't really feel like moving or moving him. He just squeezed his eyes tighter closed and tucked his face into Sam's hair. It was only fair, since Sam was using his neck as a pillow. "I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but we need to buy some fucking curtains..."

hey, it was nice with his face buried against Dean. Not only did it block out the sun, but Dean happened to smell pretty good - that familiar, comforting scent that always put him at ease... and made it so much easier to sleep. He smirked against his brother's neck at that though. "Yeah? Hm... maybe."

"Maybe? No, definitely. The blinds are not cutting it." The shafts of light coming through the little plastic slats was damn annoying. Dean grumbled some more and wiggled closer to Sam.

"I'll look for some tomorrow when you go to work, alright?" he grumbled, in no mood to get up and do anything, sunlight be damned.

"Mmm'kay." No, getting up didn't sound like much fun. Now that he was awake, though... his hands started to wander. Since Sam was so close and all...

Sam let out a muffled noise when he felt those hands wandering, finally peeking out for his hiding spot to look up at Dean. "Hmm, what are you thinking about, dude?"

"Me?" He asked in his most innocent tone as his hand slipped between them to reach down and stroke Sam lightly. "Makes you think I'm thinking about anything...?"

He let out a soft noise when Dean's hand reached down to stroke him, shifting to slide a leg between Dean's, head rested on his shoulder. "Mnh... Maybe the fact that your hand is between my legs."

"Think you're imagining things," Dean murmured, keeping Sam close a minute or two longer before he pulled back a little and shifted down. "I'm just trying to hide from the sun, dude." Which was the only reason he was slipping down under the covers. Totally the only reason. The fact that his lips found their way to Sam's cock was pure coincidence.

"Mm, then I like what I'm imagining." Especially when it ended up with him on his back and Dean 'hiding' under the covers. "Oh--" He gasped softly, one hand reaching back to hold onto the headboard, body arching when his brother's lips just happen to find his cock.

God, if this didn't give him incentive to skip pajamas more, he didn't know what would.

Dean figured Sam deserved a pleasant wake up this morning, after everything he'd done for Dean's birthday. Part of him kind of wished he'd put that collar back on after their shower, but there'd be other times for that. Right now, it was more than enough that Sam was gasping and arching up as Dean's mouth moved down his cock. Sucked him down deep while he was still only half hard and teased at the length.

He really wasn't sure why Sam even owned pajamas...

"Dean," he murmured, biting at his own lower lip absently. God, definitely more pleasant way to wake up than the sun flooding in. He rolled his hips up slowly, carefully. Didn't want to choke his brother after all. "Mm..."

Once Sam started rolling his hips, Dean went still and let him. He kept up the suction, working his lips and tongue over Sam's cock as it moved in and out of his mouth. One arm propped him up while the other hand moved over Sam's legs, hips, and stomach. Anywhere he could reach.

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