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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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Dude, if it gets me attention like that? I'll talk all day long. [There he was, sitting in his car, sticky jeans clinging to all his favorite parts, and his brother grinning like some kind of sex hero. Dean kinda liked it.]

I have a few more filthy things to say to you when we get inside...

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I guess we should just mark going out off today, huh? [And he didn't seem all that bothered by it this time.]

By the time Monday rolls around, we're not going to want to get out of bed for anything, you know that, right? We'll be passed out for a week.

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Up to you, man. I was just thinking I'd return the favor a little. [He reached over and did a little thigh stroking of his own. Just a little, though. He really didn't want to crash before he got a chance to get Sam on that couch.]

Hey, I consider passing out on a Monday a sign of a weekend well spent.

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[Sam's fingers tightened a little bit on the wheel at the touch and the promise, but he did his best to ignore because yeah, really needed to focus on getting the Impala back to his place in one piece or else he doubted Dean was going to be doing any kind of touching... well, maybe to punch him or something.]

Uh-huh... Well, you don't have classes, Dean.

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Hmm, that's true. [He was being mostly good. His hand rested on Sam's inner thigh, just the thumb lightly stroking the seam of his jeans.] I could volunteer to kick your ass out of bed Monday morning, if you think that'll help?

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Dude... [It wasn't that the touch was very invasive or anything -- Dean was keeping his hand sill for the most part, but... damn, he couldn't wait to get back home and behind closed doors at this point.] I'll leave it up to the alarm, I think.

[He gave a glimpse over.] When are you leaving anyway?

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Suit yourself. Just trying to be helpful. [He gave Sam a cheeky grin.]

I was thinking about Monday, but at the rate we're going, I'll be spending all day Monday catching up on the bet I lost. [He shrugged, unconcerned about timetables.] Maybe Tuesday.

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Well, at this rate, you're going to have to be doing a lot of your laundry too anyway. [He gave a sigh when they finally got to his apartment and when they were finally parked. Killing the engine and passing the keys back to Dean, he gave him a look.]

You ready to head back up, Dean?