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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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Yeah, sure. [He went to settle in at the table with the bag containing their food, taking out the containers and placing them down.]

So, did you sleep well? [He gave a teasing look.] You were, uh, kinda cuddling with the bed when I left, dude.

[Dean opened two beers and put the rest in the fridge. He brought them to the table and set one in front of Sam, raising his eyebrows at his brother.] I dunno what you're talking about, dude. I don't cuddle.

[He was chest deep in denial, but he was an excellent swimmer.]

Dude. [He gave him a look.] You were holding me so tight when I woke up, I thought I'd have to drag you with me.

[that is some denial you got going there, Dean. He took the beer placed in front of him, bringing it up to his lips.]

I was... trying to be sure you didn't fall off the bed. [He smiled, perfectly innocent, as he sat down and reached for his burger. Then again, he supposed he should be thankful that the cuddling was all he was getting teased for. It could be worse.]

Whatever you say... baby. [Yeah, he couldn't let that one go so easy either. He smirked against his beer before setting it aside and starting in on his own food - a salad, thanks.]

[Dean paused with his burger nearly to his mouth, his eyes going Deer In Headlights mode. There was no dignified way to answer that. He felt his face start to heat up as his brain scrambled for something intelligent to say.]

I don't... know what you're talking about... [He quickly stuffed his mouth full of burger to forestall any more talking.]

[It was always a good day, Sam decided, when he got his brother to give him that look. And he couldn't help a smug look as he went back to eating.] Good come back, dude.

I can't help it if you have an overactive imagination, Sammy. [Dean was very intently examining his fries, picking out the ones he wanted with meticulous care. And possibly squirming. Just a little.]

Dude, it wasn't my imagination. [he leaned on the table a little bit, watching Dean examine his fries with the utmost care. And when he decided Dean had probably had enough, he offered up a friendlier smile.] You know, you're the only one I'd let get away with calling me stupid names, man.

[He looked up slowly, finally cracking a crooked smile in response to Sam's. Sure, his face was still on fire, but he supposed there were worse things to be teased about.] I'll try to keep it to a minimum. [He pushed his fries over, offering to share.]

[It was kind of funny to see Dean red-faced and embarrassed, knowing he'd had part in it.] I don't suppose I'll ever stop the Sammy thing though, right? [he was still firm that Sammy was a chubby twelve year old, but that never seemed to stop Dean. Reaching forward, he took a fry when it was offered up.] So any idea what you'd like to do with the rest of the day, Dean? Can't stay up too late though... and uh, might want to try and be careful with any extra marks too.

I like Sammy. [Sammy is someone who's always loved him. Sam is someone he's still figuring out. The same way his father was 'Dad' when things were good and 'Sir' when Dean couldn't figure out how to please him.]

[He gave Sam a thoughtful look.] You okay for your classes Monday? Like, have homework or anything? I can try to stay out of your hair if you need to work...

Yeah, that's what I figured... [He was used to Dean calling him that anyway. The only one who he was really okay with calling him that.]

[He shrugged.] I got a little bit to finish up, but it won't take long, promise.

No problem. Take your time. You can point me at the laundry room and I'll get a jump on tomorrow. [He was rapidly running out of clothes he could even pretend were clean, so it was getting to be time to think about such things, bet or no bet.]

I'll get back in your hair when you're done. [He smiled, teasing.]

Yeah, alright, man. some clean clothes... would probably be a good idea anyway. [They were going through them this week.]

[He reached for another fry, shrugging.] Well, only if you want me to make sure you leave here with that love bite you keep wanting, dude.

Hey, man, you owe me one. You promised. [He nudged Sam under the table with his foot. It probably hadn't been his smartest move to expose all his weak spots to his brother at once, but it was too late now. Besides, he really wanted those marks, damnit.] Or is this your way of telling me you're gonna make me beg?

Hey, I didn't say I wasn't going to do it. [He paused at that nudge.] Might make you beg for some things though... depends on what you want.

[Dean's eyes lit up with interest. It was going to be very difficult to try to concentrate on something as mundane as laundry when his thoughts were firmly fixed on getting Sam naked again.] What do you want to see me beg for, Sammy? [He leaned forward on his elbows, eager to hear what his brother had in mind.]

No way, Dean. [He leaned in, enough to be able to press their lips together in a quick, affectionate kiss.] We start talking about this and we won't get anything else done. We'll talk later, after we get actual work taken care of.

[He pouts a little until he gets the promise to talk later. That was alright. He could wait. And envision filthy scenarios while he waited on spin cycles.]

Alright, Sasquatch. Get your clothes together. Sooner we get work done, the sooner I can come back and talk dirty. [He grinned and threw away his lunch trash before heading to the bedroom to get his own clothes together.]

You're a pervert, dude. [And yeah, Sam was once again thinking he was in way over his head. He kind of liked it though. He'd just had a weekend of fantastic sex... he'd worry about the rest later, when he was alone.] It's a good thing we aren't together all the time anymore or we'd never leave the bed at this rate.

[Throwing away his trash, he went to do as the other asked and gather up all his dirty laundry.] Here, got it all, man.

It's only perverted if I'm doing something offensive and you haven't told me you don't like me dirty talking, yet, therefore I'm not a pervert.

[Dean piled the laundry, the soap, and everything else he needed by the door. Then he cornered Sam up against a wall for a long kiss.] See ya in a little while? Come get me if you finish before I do.

[Okay, so he liked hearing Dean talk dirty, he couldn't deny that. That did not mean he wasn't a pervert still though, even thinking about half the things he wanted to do, but... they were both perverts for doing this anyway.]

[It was hard to care when Dean had him backed up against a wall, kissing him like that. He gave an approving hum into the kiss, returning it slowly, his arms coming loosely around his brother's shoulders.] Dude, are you trying to make it harder to let you out the door or what?

I'm always trying to make things hard, Sammy. [Okay, maybe he was a little bit of a pervert. He grinned, kissed Sam again, then reluctantly released him.] Get to work, dude. I want several hours of your undivided attention later.

Don't lock me out. [Dean winked and stooped to grab up the clothes to wash.]

Several hours? [He shook his head.] You're going to kill me, Dean. But yeah, all yours later.

[He pushed away from the wall, giving a backwards wave to Dean as he went to get some of his books. Had a reason to rush and get it finished now.]

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