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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 could be convinced to go out with the proper motivation, but for right now, his thoughts were on breakfast and getting Sam on that couch. He couldn't think too much on that last one, though. Cooking and hard-ons did not mix.]

[He smiled back at Sam when he came into the kitchen and then pointed the spatula in his hand and his brother.] Dude! We need to discuss the atrocity that is happening in your kitchen right now. Do you know you have no coffee machine? What is this... the dark ages?

[Sam leaned against the counter, arms cross loosely as his brother goes on a rant against his kitchen. He snorted, rolling his eyes at the complaint.] Sorry, man. I might have some instant coffee around here or something. Usually if I want a cup, I grab it while I'm out.

[Okay, they were so going out at some point. There was no way Dean was spending the weekend in caffeine purgatory. A man has needs, Sam.] Tragic, Sam. It's a freakin' Greek tragedy.

[He shook his head and turned back to the stove.] How would my Sasquatch overlord like his eggs this morning?

Well, give me more of a warning next time and I'll get you a coffeemaker, Dean, alright?

[He pushed away from the counter, walking up behind Dean to look over his shoulder.] Scrambled's fine.

[He laughed a little at Sam's answer to the coffee dilemma. It actually felt really good to hear Sam talking about a next time and buying a silly thing like a coffeemaker just because Dean wanted it. A smile remained on his face long after the laughter faded away.] Scrambled, it is.

[Dean enjoyed the simple act of cooking breakfast and having his brother in close. The eggs wouldn't take long, thank goodness. He was starving.]

[While Dean handled the cooking part, Sam decided to make himself useful by setting out a couple plates on the table and some utensils. It wasn't so bad really - having Dean here... Dean who wasn't trying to convince him to come home or go on a hunt or anything. He was just here and they were doing normal things... mostly normal things. Minus the shower and the bed last night.]

[When everything was set, he settled into a chair, waiting for his brother to join him.]

[The food was ready not long after Sam sat down and Dean dished up their plates. Eggs, bacon, and toast for them both. Butter for the toast and milk for himself to drink since he was woefully coffeeless. He dropped into the chair opposite Sam and cheerfully dug into breakfast.]

[In between bites, he asked...] So, is there a laundry room in your building or am I stuck doing the laundry mat shuffle?

Can't believe you're actually going through with this, Dean. Figured you'd be weaseling out. [He flashed a grin.] There's a laundry room, don't worry.

[Dean pointed the piece of toast in his hand at Sam.] I don't weasel on bets, Sam. Dean Winchester is a man of his word.

Besides... by the time the weekend's over, your sheets are gonna need a good washing, dude. [He waggled his eyebrows suggestively before turning his attention back to his breakfast.]

[He turned wide eyes to Dean before just snorting. Not used to Dean talking like that to him, but the small grin tugging at his lips probably showed he didn't mind it all that much. Or at all.] Seriously in over my head here. Doesn't sound like you plan on letting me out of this apartment, man.

Nah. Gotta leave at some point, 'cause I need coffee and you promised me food and sightseeing. Plus, the laundry room isn't in the apartment and I'm sure you'll think of some more slave labor you want done besides laundry. You and that giant IQ of yours. [Dean chewed happily on a slice of crispy bacon, sighing in contentment. He was a hedonist in all senses of the word... booze, food, sex. Bring it on.]

Yeah, yeah. I'm not going to forget, Dean. We can head out whenever you want. [rolls his eyes as he takes a bite of his toast.] Definitely going to be thinking of a lot of stuff. I have to make the most of this bet while I got it, right?

Anyway, what do you want to do after we finish up here? [Dean was the one visiting after all - he should get to choose.]

Do your worst, Sammy. I'm tough. I can take it. [He grinned. Two days of minor servitude offset by brain-shattering orgasms? He could so handle that.]

[That question gave him a second's pause. If he said what he really wanted to do, Sam would probably turn bright red and try to hide under the table. Dean figured he should try to at least pretend he had something else on his mind.] Something that involves coffee?

I dunno, Sam. I don't know what the fun places around here are.

Seriously? Coffee is your biggest desire right now? [Not going out or... other things.]

We can grab some coffee if you want... walk around after or something.

[Well, since Sam sounded so unenthusiastic about going out, Dean shrugged and went ahead with what was actually on his mind.] Actually, my biggest desire right now is to test the structural integrity of your couch springs. I just thought you wanted to go out.

[Well, Dean was right earlier - that got Sam to redden a little, which he tried to play off as best as he could.] Dude, even after the shower thing?

You might remember a conversation about keeping up with me all weekend, Sammy? [Dean grinned and shook his head. He liked the red face look on Sam. It was kind of endearing. Not that he would ever say that out loud.]

Contrary to popular belief, though, I can control myself. If you wanna go out, we can do that. You're the tour guide.

Hey, that's not it! I can keep up with you, you jerk! [He glared at the other half-heartedly.]

Are you sure you can? I don't want you jumping me if we go out, dude.

You sure, little brother? You sounded awfully surprised about the couch. [He grinned at Sam's glare. He can't not tease his brother. It's a biological imperative.]

Pretty sure. If I can't, though, I promise I'll find some convenient closet to drag you into first.

I just - I mean, we just got through in the shower, dude. [And Sam just... gives a glare.]

You know, I actually wouldn't put it past you to do that, man.

Alright, then. No couch. Tell me what you want. [He shrugged and sat back in his seat.] I just want to hang out with you, dude. I don't care what we do.

Well, I mean... eventually the couch. [He looked down, idly poking at any leftovers on his plate with his fork.] I know you do, Dean... I'm cool with whatever, man. Really.

[Right underneath the cool facade, Dean was having a minor twinge of fear. Sam's hesitant demeanor was making him nervous, like he'd messed up somewhere and wasn't aware of it. His brain scrambled for a way to fix... whatever it was.]

Okay, here's the plan. I'll clean up in here. You take your big brain and your computer and find us some touristy things to do in Palo Alto. That work?

Alright... I'll find us something good, Dean. [He slowly got to his feet, pausing momentarily before he decided to lean forward, pressing his lips to the other's in a brief kiss.]

[Dean lips quirked against Sam's, smiling a little as his hand came up to cup the side of his brother's face. He lengthened the kiss just a few seconds then gently let go.] I know ya will, Sammy.

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