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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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[Sam was sated and happy right now - he'd forgive just about anything Dean did right now. He gave a contented groan as his brother worked over his neck, his own hands going to lazily stroke Dean's sides.]

Something tells me you're going to abuse this way too much, dude.

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I would never! [Dean pulled back, trying to sound offended, but mostly just sounding smug. He released Sam's hair and grinned.] Not that I'd admit to, anyway.

[He held onto his brother and stepped forward, backing Sam into the water spray. Snatched a bottle of bodywash off the rack and lathered his hands.]

Water's gonna get cold, dude. [That was a perfectly valid excuse for thoroughly soaping Sam down.]

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[That got an eye roll. Like he believed that. he let Dean back him up under the spray of water, not exactly protesting Dean's hands on him again. He'd let that excuse slide this time, let Dean touch him however he wanted because it felt fantastic anyway.]

Yeah... and breakfast is still waiting to be cooked. [Which he was going to leave to Dean this morning because Dean still had to do what he said, right? He'd won that bet last night!]

[He gave a pleasant moan as those hands worked over his body, eyes drifting shut as he just focused on them. God, that was nice...] Mmm...

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Yeah, yeah. Patience. Gotta finish one job before I start another, ya'know. [He grinned to himself, enjoying all of Sam's happy sounds. All that friction and bad feelings from the fight the night before seemed millions of miles away.]

[He knelt on the shower floor, soaping Sam's legs with more enthusiasm than the task really required. His grin got even wider as he let his eyes roam over his brother's lower body, mapping out all the spots he wanted to place his marks. Hey, they wouldn't be conspicuous!]

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[His hand rested on Dean's shoulder when he knelt down like that, Sam's head rolling forward to watch him, curiously arching his brows.] What are you grinning for, dude?

[He wasn't sure he liked that grin right now, especially when there was no telling what Dean was plotting.]

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Me? [Have a perfectly innocent expression that was not at all helped by the way Dean's eyes were lit up with amusement, lust, and devious intentions.] I'm just a man who enjoys my work, Sammy.

[He stood, letting his soapy hands trail up Sam's sides, wrapped his arms around his brother's waist, and kissed him hard. Pushed him back under the water to rinse, tasting soap, water, and everything Sam in the kiss. He pulled back just enough to speak, water running over his lips as they brushed against Sam's with each word.] Rinse off. Finish up. I'll go start breakfast.

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I don't believe you, man... [But part of him kind of like that look Dean was sporting.]

[And he liked it even more when Dean pulled him into a kiss like that, which he returned eagerly, his hands coming up to cup the other's face. Sam's own lips quirked up against Dean's mouth as he spoke and he gave a slow, lazy nod.] Mm, yeah, alright. Be out in a second then.

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Mmm-kay. [Sam was reluctantly released and Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before he stepped out of the shower. Dean dried off quickly and grabbed clean clothes out of his bag to change into. He pulled on a worn, old t-shirt that was so threadbare it was tissue soft and a pair of torn jeans. His standard, "not leaving the house today, thanks" attire. He dropped his bag by the foot of the bed and wandered out into the kitchen.]

[Breakfast items were helpfully laid out on the counter. He grinned at how Sam's preparations got derailed. The breakfast delay had been well worth it. He got the bacon started first, because let's face it... that was the breakfast priority.]

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[Sam saw those worn old clothes and... he could pretty much guess that meant they were staying inside today. Maybe he shouldn't be smiling a bit at the prospect, but he was. He hurried to wash his hair and soon, he was slipping out of the shower and quickly dressing in an old pair of jeans and a shirt as well - might as well be comfortable today if they were spending it indoors.]

[Heading into the kitchen, Sam flashed a quick smile before he headed to the fridge, grabbing out a bottle of water.] Smells good.