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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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I do. I can't help it. It's my own, personal version of random acts of kindness. [He grinned. Who wouldn't want to be flirted with by a hot guy, right? It's totally a charitable act.]

[He was distracted by the kissing. He heard Sam's question, but it seemed perfectly logical to continue kissing him for several minutes before he answered.] Definitely. Lots more than just flirting. I've got ideas... [Yeah, that was his best lecherous look, right there.]

Seriously? Acts of kindness?

[He's a little distracted too, admittedly. Whoever thought kissing Dean would get to him this bad? And god, now he was on the receiving end of his brother's... ideas now, huh? he snorted.] You're such a pervert. So what, you let me handle the tourist traps while you think of sex?

They usually flirt back, don't they? Or at least smile. See? I make people smile!

[Dean laughed and looked over at Sam's laptop.] Well, okay. I'll think about tourist traps and you think about sex. I bet the internet could help you come up with all kinds of ideas. Maybe even some visual aids.

Dude, I don't think flirting falls under acts of kindness even if they smile.

[He rolled his eyes.] I am not looking up porn, Dean. Or sex tips. [He started to slowly pull away.] Besides, I bet you got that covered.

Bah. You just don't appreciate my gift.

[He sits back on his heels when Sam pulls back and shakes his head.] No porn? Are you sure you're getting the most out of your internet access, Sammy?

Dean, not everyone has your... passion for porn, okay? And don't try and look it up on my computer - you'll just get viruses on it or mess it up! [He gave a look - felt odd to be threatening this, but...] Then the only actual sex you'll get will be with your hand.

No sex?! [Dean once more invaded Sam's space, sliding his arms around his brother's neck and nuzzling his jaw near his ear. His voice dropped to a near purr.] I'll be good, Sammy.

[He grinned when he pulled back and hopped to his feet to stretch.] C'mon, dude. We're burnin' daylight!

[Sam rolled his eyes when Dean wrapped his arms around him... even if it was kind of nice to have Dean close like this, especially when he was practically purring.] You better, man...

[He got up to his feet after Dean.] Yeah, okay. Let's get going. [He flashed a grin, pausing to grab a jacket before getting the door for them both.]

[After he took a moment to grab his wallet and keys out of the bedroom and yank on his boots, Dean joined Sam at the door. He tugged his jacket on as they headed out.]

[He hesitated at the top of the stairs, twirling the key ring on his finger a moment, before he held the hand out to Sam.] You wanna drive?

[Sam paused at the offer, looking at the other, eyebrows raised.] What, you mean seriously?

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

[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?

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.

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.

[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!

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.]

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?

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?

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.

[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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