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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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Nag, nag, nag. [Dean called after Sam, still laughing. He grabbed some clean sweatpants and a tee-shirt, then headed into the bathroom for his shower. Oh man did he need one, too. Between his release and Sam's, he was sticky pretty much from the waist down. He tried to dredge up some shame about that, but all he managed was to feel smug.]

[He climbed in under the hot water spray and groaned at the feel of it warming tired muscles. In an effort to save Sam some hot water, he started washing right away. Hair first and then down.]

[Just to be obnoxious, he started to sing over the sound of the water. It was never too early for AC/DC.]

[Not like Sam had gotten a chance to stock up before Dean just showed up on his doorstep. So eggs and bacon would have to do again.]

[And he was just getting ready to fix it all when he heard his brother's voice carrying all the way from the bathroom. He pulled a face, looking back towards the bathroom.] Dean! Dude, that's enough.

[Definitely preferred the peep shows to this.]

[There was silence from the bathroom for a moment...]

[... then a chorus of You Shook Me All Night Long belted out for all he was worth.]

Dean!

[Ugh. No matter what changed between them, Dean was still going to be able to irritate him more than anyone else. He rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth.]

Dude, shut up! Seriously.

[His brother sounded irate! Dean broke off the singing, laughing to himself as he finished washing and stepped under the spray to rinse. It was so easy to push Sam's buttons. He knew them all.]

[He turned the water off and stepped out to dry off, still humming under his breath. Dropped the towel, pulled on his clothes, then headed out to see how his little brother was faring with breakfast.]

Your problem is you just don't appreciate good music, Sammy. [Dean grinned at him as he wandered into the kitchen.]

Yeah, well, it doesn't help that you can't sing, Dean. [He looked over his shoulder at the other when he came in, glaring a little at him briefly before turning his attention back to the food.]

Sour-puss. [He edged up behind Sam to peer over his shoulder at the stove. Mmm... bacon. Dean turned his head and nuzzled the line of his brother's jaw.] You frown too much. Gonna get wrinkles.

[He rolled his eyes at that.] Whatever. You're going to get wrinkles before me, you know. Four years before me.

My wrinkles will be sexy, though. [He gripped Sam's shoulder and turned him from the stove to kiss him soundly. Then took the spatula Sam was using away.] Go get your shower, frowny face. I'll finish up.

Sexy, seriously? [He let himself be turned, his expression softening just slightly at that kiss. Slightly.] Yeah, alright. There better be hot water, dude.

[He slowly started to pull away, heading off to the bedroom to gather some fresh clothes before going to freshen up in the shower.]

I was in there for, like, five minutes. If there's no hot water, blame your building, not me.

[Since Sam was taking his time pulling away, Dean made it a point to kiss him again before he turned to the stove. Everything looked just about done. He just had to finish and keep it warm until his brother finished in the shower.]

With all that singing, it felt like way longer.

[but after he'd grabbed his clothes - just something slouchy since they were apparently staying in for awhile at least today - he went and washed up. Made it quick because he was eager to get back out and eat breakfast.]

[While Sam was in the shower, Dean busied himself searching the kitchen until he found that elusive can of instant coffee his brother mentioned. It wasn't ideal, but he needed his caffeine, damnit.]

[He had the plates, silverware, and drinks set out by the time he heard the water shut off in the bathroom. Toast popped up and he started dishing up the bacon and eggs.]

[Dean looked up and grinned at his brother when Sam came in.] Feelin' better, grouchy?

I'm not grouchy. [He gave an approving noise at the food, walking by Dean and pausing to steal a quick kiss... just because he could. No matter how kinda weird it felt still to be doing this kind of stuff with Dean, nice to be able to indulge, he figured.]

Found the coffee, I see.

[He went to settle at the table, already picking up a piece of bacon to eat.]

[The kiss earned him a smile. Dean was all about affection this weekend. The more he could get, the happier he was.]

Yes, I found the coffee. I'm a man, Sammy. I have needs. [Only Dean could make coffee sound that dirty. It was a talent.]

[He sat down and snagged a piece of toast, slathering it with more than the necessary amount of butter.]

[He pulled a face at that.] Should I be jealous of you and coffee or what, dude?

[And maybe of butter from the way he was slathering it on that toast. He started in on his eggs next.]

[Dean paused mid-bite and raised his eyebrows at the question. He grinned.] Nah. I'd leave coffee for you. I'd just be cranky for a few days.

[That earned a snort.] Oh, that's good to know, Dean. [That he's special enough to compete with coffee apparently. Snatching up a piece of toast, he took a bite of it.]

I'd give up coffee. C'mon, that's true love, dude. [Dean picked up his fork and started on his eggs.]

Oh, yeah. I feel the love, Dean. [He grinned a little.] But guess it's a good thing I'm not asking you to give it up, huh?

Not yet, you don't. I'll make sure you feel the love after breakfast. [He gave Sam a lecherous look topped off with a smug grin.]

And I appreciate you leaving me my coffee. I'd give it up, but it would suck out loud.

Already got your second wind, huh? [He shook his head.]

See? Love you too much to make you give up your coffee, dude.

Absolutely. [He wasn't actually sure he'd ever gotten the first wind, but he'd sure give it the old college try.]

You're a kind and benevolent master. I'll make sure not to starch your underwear when I wash them, just for that.

So, what are you planning for after breakfast then?

You can handle the dishes too, man.

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