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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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[For his part, Dean was trying to stay physically relaxed. His mind was going a mile a minute, but his body was calm and pliant. He was ready so he didn't jump at the first touch of Sam's finger, which he figured was a good thing, given how nervous Sam sounded.]

I'll let you know. It'll be alright. Just take it easy. [He kept his voice pitched as calm as he could. It was second nature to want to ease Sam's fears, even though he was the one in the vulnerable position. Besides, that had been the plan all along, so score one for Dean's planning.]

Take your time. S'okay, Sam.

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[He leaned up, lips grazing the other's lips lightly just as he pressed his finger inside, slowly easing it in. He let out a soft groan at the tightness griping him. Hard to believe that he was actually doing this, that soon (if it went well) he'd actually feel him wrapped tight around another part of himself.]

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[It was not exactly uncomfortable. Weird, sure. New and different. It wasn't bad, though. He was more interested in how how turned on Sam was getting and the sounds his brother was making.]

[He kissed Sam back, pushing both hands through the longer hair.] You're doing good, Sammy. Don't stop.

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[Sam tilted his head forward, parting from the kiss and pressing their foreheads together, nuzzling into him lightly. He worked his finger inside of him, opening him up until he thought the other could handle a second.] M'not going to stop, Dean... [Not unless he told him to.]