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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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[He looks over. Yep. Sam's naked, too. So that wasn't an incredibly vivid, incredibly fucked up dream he had last night. And Sam's poised right on the edge of a freak out. This was going just peachy.]

A couple of them, I think. [He rolled slowly onto his side and looked up at his brother.] How much do you remember?

Uh... Part of the bar, I think. [He squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing at his forehead as he tries to recall some details.] The arcade... I think I kicked your ass, dude.

[But that's probably... not what Dean was talking about... but he couldn't bring himself to say it.] You?

Yeah, you won a particularly annoying bet.

[He watched Sam's face as his little brother skirted around the real issue. Well, hell. They were already suffering. Might as well get it over with.] I remember coming back here. And... then there was some kinda unconventional sex.

Not my fault you suck at games, Dean.

[And he'd... kind of hoped they could keep just focusing on that, but Dean made it a little impossible there.] Yeah, uh... might remember some of that too, Dean.

[He sat up, not looking at Dean. Couldn't look at him right now. He didn't even know what to say about it.] So it wasn't some dream, I guess.

Yeah, the scratches I can feel on my back would suggest it wasn't a dream. [Dean sat up too and rubbed his arm, trying to think of what to say that wouldn't start trouble. A joke was definitely out.]

[Really should get up and get some breakfast going to soak up the last of the booze. Of course, Sam looked like he was about to crawl under the bed and maybe never come out, so breakfast was going to have to wait.] You gonna be okay?

I... dude, I did that? [He finally looked back at the other, still at a loss for what to say. Maybe if he didn't already feel that bad from the hangover...]

[At the question, he gives a shrug.] Okay? Dean, I - I mean, what we did was a little... [Wrong, disgusting... so many things. Worse yet? He distinctly remembered enjoying it at the time.] Are you okay?

[Dean glanced at his back and then back to Sam, shrugging.] Pretty sure it was you. Wasn't with anybody else last night.

I'm always okay. [He shrugged. Whatever else he might have been hazy on, he distinctly remembered their fight, and he was not ready to show any kind of weakness so soon after.] Are you... d'you want me to leave?

Even after that? [There were some parts of last night he really didn't want to clear up and some things he did not want to deal with right now.]

I didn't... ask you to do that, did I? Just need a moment here, Dean.

Yeah, Sam. Even after that. [He shrugged, fiddling with the amulet around his neck. It was almost kind of funny to be in Sam's bed wearing only the necklace Sam gave him. Somehow he didn't think his brother would appreciate the humor.]

What do you want me to say, man? It happened. I'm fairly certain I didn't force you and I can distinctly remember enjoying the hell out of it. If nobody got hurt, then what's the problem...?

Sleeping with my brother...? That's kind of a problem to a lot of people, Dean. [He let out a sigh though, straightening up to look over at Dean, eyes lingering over him.]

Just - I thought I came out here to be normal for a change, Dean, and what do I do? Go... have sex with my own brother. And like it.

I don't really plan to be telling anyone else about it, to be honest. I'm not quite as mouthy about my sex life as people like to believe.

[He held still under Sam's gaze, unconcerned about his lack of clothing. Sam had seen it all before. Up close and personal last night, too.] I don't know how to help you, here, Sam. I liked it. You liked it. The world didn't end.

Maybe everything doesn't have to be normal?

Yeah, I'd hope this would stay between us, Dean...

[He kind of envied how easy Dean was with this... how he could wake up naked and in bed with his brother and be okay. He still nodded slowly at those words, pushing back that feeling that... said he'd never be normal. That he never felt normal and everything always felt off, no matter how much he tried...]

[He couldn't really throw blame at Dean either because he remembered... he remembered him giving him a lot of opportunities to back out and Sam had just kept at it, huh?] Maybe...

[He'd wanted it to be though. The fact that just the memory of it stirred something not entirely unpleasant meant that it wasn't going to be though, even if they never touched each other again. He looked down again.] I think I really need some aspirin now...

[In a life led with things like werewolves trying to rip his face off, this wasn't the most distressing thing to ever happen, in Dean's opinion. Of course, if Dad ever found out, he might just have to revise that opinion. Quickly. And on the run.]

[The defeated tone in Sam's voice made something hurt inside him. He hadn't meant to come here and ruin his brother's new life. It appeared that he had, though.] Yeah, sure. I'll grab 'em.

[He swung his legs down and stood, making his way to the bathroom to hunt down the bottle.]

[Sam watched the other walk off, unable to help the way his eyes lingered on Dean's back, his eyes trailing down over those marks he'd left, refusing to let them go lower.]

They should be in the cabinet above the sink, Dean.

[He let out a breath, eyes drifting shut as he tried to ignore that queasy feeling. This was awful. And even worse that he kind of can't stop thinking about last and admittedly, the fight they'd had felt a lot worse than the... sex.]

[After a little rummaging, he found the pill bottle and a glass on the side of the sink. It was probably used for tooth-brushing, but he didn't much care about the lingering taste of mint. He filled the glass, shook three or four aspirin out into his hand, and swallowed them with half the water. Then he finished off the glass. He rinsed it, refilled it, and carried the pill bottle and the glass back out to Sam.]

Here. [He handed them off and stood besides the bed a moment. He could do this. Try to stay calm and not spook his brother any further.] We should think about breakfast, dude. You'll feel better when your stomach's not empty.

And I'll feel better after a shower and some quality time with my toothbrush. [He gave Sam a lopsided grin and wandered back out into the living room to find his bag he'd dumped off before their pub crawl.]

Thanks, man. [He took the pills and the water, swallowing a few of them along with the water. Breakfast... would be good. At least it'd make them feel better.]

Yeah, okay. I'll handle it.

[while Dean was getting his bag, Sam slowly got out of bed, stretching out a little before heading to the bathroom. Just needed to brush his teeth and maybe wash up a little then he could maybe focus on getting breakfast ready for them.]

[Problem with facing the mirror? He could see all the marks Dean had left behind last night.] Dean, dude... [He leaned in and inspected them a little.]

Hickeys... seriously?

[Dean reappeared, bag in hand, just in time to see Sam inspecting his handywork from the night before. In spite of his trepidation over what might happen between the two of them, now that they were awake and sober, Dean couldn't help but grin. Maybe a little smug.]

Believe those are bite marks, Sammy. [He stood beside Sam at the mirror and looked them over.] What can I say? I'm a man who enjoys my work.

[He reached around and brushed one of the marks on Sam's collar bone with a fingertip.] At least most of them are inconspicuous?

Bite marks aren't any better, Dean. [He gave his brother a look over his shoulder - he was smiling. Dean was smiling, smug, because of these marks whereas Sam was just trying to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks at the hazy memories and the reminders.] Yeah... it kinda shows, Dean.

[He paused at the touch though. No matter how light it had been or brief and no matter how mortified he was that he'd... done that with Dean, it still left his skin almost tingling. He shrugged it off, turning his face towards his brother, looking him over for any marks he might have left.] Just most of them, man.

[He tossed his bag onto the floor beside the shower and shrugged, still smiling slightly under Sam's scrutiny.] Hey, man. I tried to keep them off your neck. Just got a little... distracted near the end, there.

[Sam's disgruntled look made his lips twitch a little more.] What? You want to even the score? [He tipped his head back and to the side, baring this throat, a slightly challenging tone in his voice.] Knock yourself out, dude.

Did you have to leave marks behind at all? What - a reminder for when you go? [He was about ready to turn and leave, give Dean some privacy to clean up... but then Dean was giving him that look and making that challenge.]

What? For real? [Now doing stupid things drunk... that was excusable. This was giving his brother a hickey fully sober and aware and... what he should have done was call his brother an idiot and go get dressed. Instead, he was still staring at Dean, frowning a little as he debated what to do.] You're an idiot, Dean. And this is like, the least sexiest way to offer this.

[And there were a lot of reasons he and Dean shouldn't be sporting matching love bites, but he was leaning in anyway, one hand tangling in his brother's hair while his mouth found the other's neck. His movements weren't exactly confident as he liked, but... he wasn't exactly confident about this, whatever they were doing.]

It's not like I wrote my freaking name on you, Sam. If anybody asks, just tell them some hot cheerleader made a pass at you or something.

[He could still see Sam in the mirror and his brother wasn't walking away. He didn't even look like he wanted to haul off and deck him, which was a very good thing.]

[His mouth was opening to say some smart-ass thing when he suddenly had a hand in his hair and Sam's mouth on his neck. Almost all higher brain function ceased. His hand came up to cup the back of Sam's neck and his words came out in a breathy groan.] Write you a poem next time...

[Uncertain as he was about this, he did like the sound of Dean's voice right now as he worked his mouth over the other's neck, fingers tangling as much as they could in short locks of hair. He was going to make damn sure and leave his mark behind before drawing away from Dean soon after lapping at the area teasingly one last time. His eyes darting up to his brother's, he tried real hard to play off any awkwardness.] Just for the record, if you tell anyone I'm a hot cheerleader, dude, I'm going to kick your ass.

[Any excuse would be better than that one.]

[Okay, so maybe Dean had a thing about necks. And maybe he enjoyed that just a little more than strictly necessary. Hey, he was naked and being given one hell of a hickey. He was allowed to enjoy it.]

[When Sam pulled away, he swallowed hard and blinked, grinning kind of dopey at his brother. Tilted his head to the side a little to get a better look in the mirror at the mark Sam left on him, rubbing it lightly with this thumb.] Want a manlier cover story? I got picked up by a Hell's Angel in a biker bar?

[That actually earns a short laugh. He knew he shouldn't really be let in on the fact that Dean has a neck thing and that he could probably exploit that in some less than brotherly way, but he just can't - think on that anymore. He really can't focus on it or he doesn't know what might happen.] Your stories are awful, Dean. Lay off the Penthouse Forum.

Come on, wash up. I'll see what I can do about breakfast if you want me to.

Penthouse is educational, Sam. I read it for the articles.

[Dean straightened up and nodded, giving his reflection a last look. That mark was going to be visible with every single shirt he owned. He grinned to himself. It wasn't him that was going to be looking at it all day.]

Sounds like a plan. Gimmie ten and I'll come take over. Might even leave you some hot water.

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