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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 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.

[He let out a soft, pleasant hum as he started to draw away, going back into the living room to turn on his laptop and settle in - little hard to sit on the couch and do this considering the earlier conversation and all the things Dean apparently wanted to do on this.]

[While Sam was researching tourist traps, Dean gathered up the breakfast dishes and got to washing. It really wasn't the worst thing in the world to be stuck doing household chores for a few days. Sometimes, he actually missed doing the little, mundane things. Things that didn't involve being flung around, clawed up, or chewed on.]

[Since it had been just the two of them eating, the washing up didn't take long. Dean made a last swipe of the table and the stove with the dish rag, tossed it onto the counter, and then wandered out into the living room to join his brother. He flopped down onto the couch beside Sam, sprawling out comfortably.]

Find anything exciting?

[he looked over at Dean when he settled in.] Things like museums and stuff... not sure if it's really things you'd consider fun, Dean, but we can check them out if you want.

Sure, we can check 'em out. [It really wasn't at all what Dean would consider fun, but he knew Sam liked that kind of thing. If nothing else, one of them was bound to have a coffee shop.]

[He propped his feet up on Sam's knee and wiggled his back against the arm of the couch. It really wasn't that bad. He probably could have slept on it just fine.] When d'ya wanna leave?

You sure you want to, Dean? I mean, this is your visit... [And he knew Dean wasn't into that kind of stuff.]

[He looked down at the other's feet rested against his knew for a moment before looking over at Dean.] In a few minutes? We can grab coffee on the way, I guess.

It's the touristy thing to do.

[He frowned a little, puzzled again. Something still felt off.] Do you want to? You don't sound very excited about the whole thing. We could... [He cast around for something else to do.] Wanna show me your campus? If I promise not to hit on anybody?

I'm fine, Dean. [He gives a reassuring look.] Yeah, of course I want to. [He snorts.] I can show you around campus later... and yeah, I'd appreciate it if you kept the flirting to a minimum, dude.

[His tone was a little more teasing now as he looked over at the other.] You'll have to get off me if we're going anywhere, Dean.

[Dean moved his feet off Sam's knee, shifted until he was kneeling on the couch beside him, and bent to kiss him. Soft. Not trying to start anything. He just kinda liked the freedom to do it.]

[When he'd thoroughly kissed Sam, he pulled back a little and grinned.] I'll save the flirting for when we get back.

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