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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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[He arched his brows when the other flopped back onto his lap like he belonged there - not that he minded the contact. He reached down to push his fingers through the other's hair briefly before he reached for the remote.] 'Course it does. Probably nothing on though.

[That wasn't stopping him from idly flipping through the channels though.]

[When he got a look, Dean just smiled innocently back. He also did his level best to purr when Sam's fingers went through his hair. That was entertainment enough for him if the TV didn't come through.]

Maybe an old movie or something...? [Not that he'd see it, with his eyes closed and all. Cozy. Pizza guy better show up before he fell asleep again.]

Yeah, sure... Anything you've been wanting to see again? [Sam was slouching down a little as he got comfortable, his attention darting down to Dean. Guy looked really cozy in his lap, eyes closed, body relaxed.]

Dude, don't tell me you're going to fall asleep before dinner even gets here...

Anything with things that blow up. Or cowboys.

[He grinned without opening his eyes when Sam asked him if he was falling asleep. The thought had crossed his mind. It wouldn't be much of a nap, though. Most college area pizza places were pretty fast with their delivery.] Would I do that? Maybe I'm just checking my eyelids for holes. Delicate process. Very scientific.

If they combined those two things, it'd be your favorite movie, huh?

[He snorted, ruffling Dean's hair lightly.] Idiot... just admit to wanting to fall asleep, Dean.

Yes. I would watch it every day. [He totally would.]

Mmmm... [He sighed happily at the hair ruffling.] Not my fault you wore me out and your lap's comfortable. Obviously, this is entirely your fault.

[Oh, he totally knows you would.]

I wore you out? You've been all over me just as much, dude. [He rolled his eyes.] I'm starting to think my stamina is better than yours, Dean.

[Dean grinned even bigger, still not bothering to open his eyes.] You sure you wanna make that challenge before dinner gets here? We've gotta eat sometime, Sammy, but I'm not above making the pizza guy wait.

Dude, no. We are not making the delivery guy wait while we do it on the couch again. Don't even try it.

Well, then! Don't challenge my stamina. I will defend my honor, ya'know. [He opened his eyes then and grinned teasingly up at his brother.] And you would love it.

[Dean looked over at the door when he heard a knock and rolled to his feet, fishing his wallet out of his pocket.]

[He rolled his eyes.] You're a perv, dude. I already know that. [And yeah, okay, maybe he was starting to love it.]

[With Dean off his lap and grabbing their food, Sam decided to get up and grab a couple drinks for them out of the fridge.]

[Dean paid the delivery guy, smirked a little at the not-so-subtle looks at the marks on his neck, and shut the door. He carried the pizza boxes to the coffee table and flopped back down on the couch to wait for Sam.]

I am not a perv. I'm lovable and amusing. Says so on my business cards.

[He returned soon after, passing Dean a drink - soda this time because after last night and the resulting hangover? He was comfortable laying off anything stronger for today.]

Yeah, whatever, Dean. You're a little bit of a pervert... you've got to admit. [He reached forward to grab a slice of the pizza before settling back to eat.]

Maaaaaybe a little. [He snagged a slice of pizza, tucked the soda between his knees, and sat back on the couch. Man, he was starving. As much as he hated to admit it, a man couldn't live on sex alone. Even if it was spectacular sex.]

I'm also adorable and charming. That's also on my cards.

Right. Is there anything that's not on your cards?

Sure, lots of things. All the non-complimentary things. [He leaned over to grab another pizza slice, the first had been gone in under a minute.] Why advertise the bad stuff?

[When he settled back, he elbowed Sam lightly.] C'mon, Sammy. You know I'm awesome.

Oh, yeah, sure. Totally awesome. [He grabs for another slice, giving the other a teasing look.] Still not as funny as you think you are though.

[Dean gives him a mock wounded look.] Of course I am! I'm hilarious.

[Also? He was very mature. Which he demonstrated by sticking out his tongue at his brother.] At least you admitted I was awesome.

Maybe to like, a nine year old.

[He rolled his eyes. So very mature, Dean. You floored him with that show of maturity.] Don't let it go to your head, man.

Go to my head? You kidding? My brat brother said something nice about me. Gotta enjoy it while it lasts, dude.

[He downed half his soda in a go, reaching for a third pizza slice. He picked a slice of pepperoni off and flicked it at Sam, grinning when it landed smack in the middle of his chest.] That shirt needed washing anyway, right?

I am not a brat, Dean.

[Oh... oh seriously, food flicking? Not proving the maturity thing at all, Dean. But then neither is Sam probably considering that is totally earning Dean a whack to the shoulder.] You know you're just adding to your laundry list, right? Gross, dude.

Sure you're not, Sammy.

[He laughed at the hit and shook his head.] What's one more shirt to wash, compared to the satisfaction I get when you make that face? I've got priorities, dude.

I'm not.

[Just picking that pepperoni off and tossing it back at Dean... aiming at his face.] Remember, you're mine for the weekend, man. I can make things harder on you.

[Dean caught the flying pepperoni and popped it into his mouth. He grinned at his aggravated brother.] Smile, Sam. You know I'm just messing with you.

Although, I get the distinct impression you're getting more than the necessary amount of enjoyment out of telling me, "You're mine" over and over. [He winked and then turned back to finish off his slice.]

[He snorted, finally cracking a smile.] Just thought I'd remind you of our little bet, that's all. [He leaned in for another slice.]

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