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"Ugh?" Dean woke slow and sluggish. His head was pounding and his mouth tasted like dirty socks. Jesus fuck. What the hell had he done last night?

Then he remembered. Then he wanted to puke. Before his stomach turned completely, his brain registered the sound of Sam's voice. His Sam. "Sammy?"

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