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[When Sam finally started to stir, he really wished he hadn't. He really had the mother of all hangovers here - his head was throbbing and god, everything felt horrible. His memory of last night was pretty hazy too, to boot. He did realize pretty quick off the bat that he'd been sleeping on Dean, tangled up in him.] Dean?

[Much as his body felt sluggish and heavy still, the minute he realized they were naked, he gave a jolt away from Dean, memories hazily filtering back in. Bits and pieces at least and he wasn't sure if his stomach did a flip because of some of the stuff he recalled or because of the hangover.] Dean! You... you need to wake up.

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[Dean jangled the keys lightly.] Yup. They don't bite, dude, take 'em.

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[Well, he didn't need to be told again. He reached out to grab them, flashing a grin. He led the way out of the building and to where Dean parked the Impala.]

So, coffee first then the tourist traps?

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If you're a kind and benevolent master, you'll get your poor slave some coffee first, yes. [He followed Sam down and had to remind himself, for a second, to go around to the passenger's side. It had been a long time since anyone but him drove his baby.] After that, we'll see if we can find me an ugly t-shirt that says "I <3 Stanford" or something.

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Well, I guess I could. You did work pretty hard this morning, didn't you? [He slipped into the driver's seat. He snorted.] Sounds like a plan.

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[Dean paused in the middle of pulling his seat belt on and blinked at Sam.] Did you just make a sexual innuendo at me? [He broke into a huge grin.] I'm so proud!

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Dude... [He shook his head.] Shut up, Dean. And mind out of the gutter. We're going to be in public soon and I don't think you're going to get much attention from girls if you're all over me. [He gave him a look before he started the ignition and - with care - pulled out.]

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Okay! [Dean's tone was entirely too cheerful as he continued.] I won't answer, then, how I worked very hard this morning and how I'm going to work even harder when we get back.

Besides... didn't you tell me not to flirt with the girls?

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God, you're a pervert. [He reached over to give the other a playful push.] I'm surprised you even let us get out the door today, dude.

Yeah, but since when do you listen to me about that?

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You wanted to go out. [And he wanted to make Sam happy. Ergo, they went out. Even if it was to some boring-ass museum. Sam would inevitably find something to geek out about.]

[He shrugged at the question.] I didn't know it embarrassed you that much before. Now I know.

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[Sam frowned a little at that, eyes focused on the road. That argument was still pretty fresh in his head... and yeah, maybe he felt kind of bad about it now.] Dean, c'mon, man... I didn't - mean it like that. I was drunk anyway.

[except maybe he wasn't too big on the thought of Dean hooking up with anyone he knew, really, but they didn't need to get into that now.]

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[Sam was actually driving very carefully and non-terror-inducingly. Dean appreciated the consideration. He wasn't used to not being behind the wheel.]

Yeah, I know. [He picked at a loose thread from a hole in the knee of his jeans. Doesn't say how he's trying to make Sam a little proud of him.] I just don't want to screw anything up for you, y'know? Your friends are important to you.

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I know... thanks, Dean. Means a lot. It really does. [He offered a small smile, glimpsing over at the other briefly before turning his eyes back to the road.]

And you know, it's... nice, having you around again, man. Maybe, uh, nicer considering you're doing the cooking.

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[He laughed, turning to look at his brother with a playful, teasing expression.] Aww, Sammy. Are you still giving yourself food poisoning at regular intervals?

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What? No. [He rolled his eyes.] Just - cooking sounded better than what we did in the shower this morning, jerk.

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I dunno... I am pretty sure I liked the shower more than breakfast. [He grinned, reaching a hand up to rub the marks on his own neck. Just a little, because that would seriously get him into trouble if he wasn't careful.] Evidence would suggest you enjoyed it, too.

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Yeah, I enjoyed it... of course I enjoyed it. [He shrugged.] Whatever we're doing.

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[He nodded, his hand dropping back down to his side.] There's words for it, I guess. Not a lot of 'em are complimentary.

Thing is? I just don't... feel bad about it. Maybe I should feel bad about not feeling bad. I dunno.

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Yeah... [He was quiet, listening to Dean, thinking a bit on his own.]

Dean, uh, we didn't really - I mean, we kinda rushed into this, you know? I mean - is anything going to change besides, well, the sex bit. [Mostly, he just didn't know what Dean thought this meant. He didn't even know what this meant.]

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In what way? I mean... at the end of the weekend, you're gonna go back to classes and I'm gonna go back on the road. I'm still going to worry about you and wonder what you're doing all the time. I'm still going to want to come see you. Still gonna want to drag you back to that arcade and beat your punk-ass at House of the Dead.

[He shrugged.] Can't predict the future, dude, but I don't see a lot changing for us. Aside from wanting to get you naked all the time, I don't really feel a whole lot different than I used to. Do you?

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You're not going to beat me, dude. I mean it.

[He was quiet again, just focusing on the road in front of them, thinking.] Yeah... no. I mean, the sex is... good. But I don't feel much different, no. [And he just couldn't bring himself to touch on another topic right now, not right now.] We probably should feel really bad about that.

[But besides the freaking out a bit? He didn't really...] Kind of curious what you're planning when we get back, but I don't think it'd be... right to talk about right now. [While they're out in public and it's a little bit inappropriate to do anything.]

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Bold words from the guy I taught to shoot.

[Dean shook his head when Sam said they should probably feel bad.] I'm not gonna try and make myself feel bad over this. If I forced this on you or I hurt you in some way? I'd feel guilty. Otherwise? No way. We deserve to feel good, Sam, after all the shit we've been through.

[Then he chuckled.] If you wanna know what I'm planning, I'll tell ya, Sammy. All you gotta do is ask.

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Hey, I'm just saying... I beat you pretty good last night, Dean.

[He looked over at that, giving a slow nod because what else could he say? They were... really messed up apparently.] ... Yeah, I guess we do, Dean. [He gave an awkward pause.] So this... it makes you happy and everything?

[Eye roll.] Maybe after we go in up here and grab some coffee, Dean...

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The sun was in my eyes.

[More fiddling with the loose strings on his jeans.] Yeah. I mean, at the risk of sounding like a complete girl, I'm gonna feel less than happy when I have to leave, but being here with you? All this? Yeah, I'm happy.

[Oooh, coffee! Dean looked up and grinned. Caffeine salvation.] Good point. I wouldn't want you to run my baby off the road or anything. Better park first.

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The sun? In the middle of the night, huh?

[It was hard to not smile a little at that, no matter how weird this entire situation was.] That's - I mean, I'm glad to hear it, Dean.

[He was parking the car soon, flashing his brother a grin.] I doubt whatever you got to say will be that impressive, you know?

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Absolutely. [That was his story and he was sticking to it.]

This does not mean I'm buying you candy and flowers, dude. [He teased, then raised his eyebrows at Sam's doubt. That sounded like a challenge! He leaned in close, grinning back wickedly.] That so? So... me telling you that as soon as we get back, I plan to strip you down, toss you on the couch, leave bite marks on every inch of skin I didn't get to this morning, and then suck you off until you scream my name... that's completely unimpressive to you?