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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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[Dean lips quirked against Sam's, smiling a little as his hand came up to cup the side of his brother's face. He lengthened the kiss just a few seconds then gently let go.] I know ya will, Sammy.

[He let out a soft, pleasant hum as he started to draw away, going back into the living room to turn on his laptop and settle in - little hard to sit on the couch and do this considering the earlier conversation and all the things Dean apparently wanted to do on this.]

[While Sam was researching tourist traps, Dean gathered up the breakfast dishes and got to washing. It really wasn't the worst thing in the world to be stuck doing household chores for a few days. Sometimes, he actually missed doing the little, mundane things. Things that didn't involve being flung around, clawed up, or chewed on.]

[Since it had been just the two of them eating, the washing up didn't take long. Dean made a last swipe of the table and the stove with the dish rag, tossed it onto the counter, and then wandered out into the living room to join his brother. He flopped down onto the couch beside Sam, sprawling out comfortably.]

Find anything exciting?

[he looked over at Dean when he settled in.] Things like museums and stuff... not sure if it's really things you'd consider fun, Dean, but we can check them out if you want.

Sure, we can check 'em out. [It really wasn't at all what Dean would consider fun, but he knew Sam liked that kind of thing. If nothing else, one of them was bound to have a coffee shop.]

[He propped his feet up on Sam's knee and wiggled his back against the arm of the couch. It really wasn't that bad. He probably could have slept on it just fine.] When d'ya wanna leave?

You sure you want to, Dean? I mean, this is your visit... [And he knew Dean wasn't into that kind of stuff.]

[He looked down at the other's feet rested against his knew for a moment before looking over at Dean.] In a few minutes? We can grab coffee on the way, I guess.

It's the touristy thing to do.

[He frowned a little, puzzled again. Something still felt off.] Do you want to? You don't sound very excited about the whole thing. We could... [He cast around for something else to do.] Wanna show me your campus? If I promise not to hit on anybody?

I'm fine, Dean. [He gives a reassuring look.] Yeah, of course I want to. [He snorts.] I can show you around campus later... and yeah, I'd appreciate it if you kept the flirting to a minimum, dude.

[His tone was a little more teasing now as he looked over at the other.] You'll have to get off me if we're going anywhere, Dean.

[Dean moved his feet off Sam's knee, shifted until he was kneeling on the couch beside him, and bent to kiss him. Soft. Not trying to start anything. He just kinda liked the freedom to do it.]

[When he'd thoroughly kissed Sam, he pulled back a little and grinned.] I'll save the flirting for when we get back.

[Sam didn''t protest the kiss, his hand coming up to cup the side of Dean's face before slowly moving to brush through his hair. He laughed a little when the kiss had parted, opening his eyes slowly.] You, resisting the urge to flirt with some cute girl?

[He gave a look before leaning up to press a quick kiss to Dean's lips.] Yeah, no way you'll save it for me, dude.

I could try! [Dean protested as he rubbed his thumb along the edge of Sam's jaw.] Okay, so maybe some of it is reflex. Bet I could come close.

I can guarantee there'll be plenty of flirting left for you when we get back, though.

Yeah, you could try... [He tipped into his brother's hand a little, his lips quirking up.] but dude, it'd be really weird if you did. You always flirt with every cute face you see.

[That little promise make that smile lengthen as he leaned in for another kiss, lingering there for a moment.] And I'm betting lots more than just flirting too, right?

I do. I can't help it. It's my own, personal version of random acts of kindness. [He grinned. Who wouldn't want to be flirted with by a hot guy, right? It's totally a charitable act.]

[He was distracted by the kissing. He heard Sam's question, but it seemed perfectly logical to continue kissing him for several minutes before he answered.] Definitely. Lots more than just flirting. I've got ideas... [Yeah, that was his best lecherous look, right there.]

Seriously? Acts of kindness?

[He's a little distracted too, admittedly. Whoever thought kissing Dean would get to him this bad? And god, now he was on the receiving end of his brother's... ideas now, huh? he snorted.] You're such a pervert. So what, you let me handle the tourist traps while you think of sex?

They usually flirt back, don't they? Or at least smile. See? I make people smile!

[Dean laughed and looked over at Sam's laptop.] Well, okay. I'll think about tourist traps and you think about sex. I bet the internet could help you come up with all kinds of ideas. Maybe even some visual aids.

Dude, I don't think flirting falls under acts of kindness even if they smile.

[He rolled his eyes.] I am not looking up porn, Dean. Or sex tips. [He started to slowly pull away.] Besides, I bet you got that covered.

Bah. You just don't appreciate my gift.

[He sits back on his heels when Sam pulls back and shakes his head.] No porn? Are you sure you're getting the most out of your internet access, Sammy?

Dean, not everyone has your... passion for porn, okay? And don't try and look it up on my computer - you'll just get viruses on it or mess it up! [He gave a look - felt odd to be threatening this, but...] Then the only actual sex you'll get will be with your hand.

No sex?! [Dean once more invaded Sam's space, sliding his arms around his brother's neck and nuzzling his jaw near his ear. His voice dropped to a near purr.] I'll be good, Sammy.

[He grinned when he pulled back and hopped to his feet to stretch.] C'mon, dude. We're burnin' daylight!

[Sam rolled his eyes when Dean wrapped his arms around him... even if it was kind of nice to have Dean close like this, especially when he was practically purring.] You better, man...

[He got up to his feet after Dean.] Yeah, okay. Let's get going. [He flashed a grin, pausing to grab a jacket before getting the door for them both.]

[After he took a moment to grab his wallet and keys out of the bedroom and yank on his boots, Dean joined Sam at the door. He tugged his jacket on as they headed out.]

[He hesitated at the top of the stairs, twirling the key ring on his finger a moment, before he held the hand out to Sam.] You wanna drive?

[Sam paused at the offer, looking at the other, eyebrows raised.] What, you mean seriously?

[Dean jangled the keys lightly.] Yup. They don't bite, dude, take 'em.

[Well, he didn't need to be told again. He reached out to grab them, flashing a grin. He led the way out of the building and to where Dean parked the Impala.]

So, coffee first then the tourist traps?

If you're a kind and benevolent master, you'll get your poor slave some coffee first, yes. [He followed Sam down and had to remind himself, for a second, to go around to the passenger's side. It had been a long time since anyone but him drove his baby.] After that, we'll see if we can find me an ugly t-shirt that says "I <3 Stanford" or something.

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