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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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I can't get over I just - [He shook his head. It was like out of a porno - who actually did stuff like that? Well, besides them apparently.]

[The grin on Dean's face was worth it though.] God, we have got to get out of here... [And he just hoped no one he knew had happened to be in this particular place today.]

[He watched as Dean reached for his hand, snorting a little when he realized it was to clean it.] I'll have to, man. No way we can stay here.

[He gave a reassuring look before taking his hand back to start the ignition. Needed to get them home soon.]

[Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam's snort.] What's so funny, Sasquatch? Don't want ya getting my baby all sticky.

[He settled back in his seat and gave the barista a cheery wave as Sam started the engine.] You know, that girl's gonna forever think that there's two dudes out there somewhere who get hot and bothered over coffee...

Dude, after what you just did in this car and you're worried over me messing it up? [He rolled his eyes, starting to back out.]

[He gave the other a look.] Well, I don't know, Dean. You did seem pretty eager for coffee earlier...

[Sam was right, too. Dean couldn't deny it. He looked down at the damp stain on the front of his jeans. It was so worth it.] Yeah, good point...

[He looked over and laughed when Sam called him on his coffee desires.] Hey, man. After what just happened, I may never be able to smell coffee again without getting hard.

And you still have to make it up to my apartment like that... [And he hoped again that no one saw them.]

[That got a laugh out of him.] Also a good point. [He was definitely going to be thinking back on that for awhile...] I can't get over we did that... Not showing my face there for a long time.

I'll make it. I'm stealthy like that.

[Dean turned in his seat to face Sam, an arm up on the back of the seat, and one knee up in front of him.] I almost don't believe it myself. I'm impressed, Sammy. That was ballsy.

[He licked his lips and smiled.] You looked like you were kind of enjoying being in control, there.

Your fault, man... you had to keep talking. [He grinned a little - hey, it was a nice ego stroke.] Looked like you were enjoying it too, man.

[Maybe he did enjoy it... being the one in control when it came to Dean. He was more used to just... following along, but it was kind of nice being on the deciding end here.]

Dude, if it gets me attention like that? I'll talk all day long. [There he was, sitting in his car, sticky jeans clinging to all his favorite parts, and his brother grinning like some kind of sex hero. Dean kinda liked it.]

I have a few more filthy things to say to you when we get inside...

I guess we should just mark going out off today, huh? [And he didn't seem all that bothered by it this time.]

By the time Monday rolls around, we're not going to want to get out of bed for anything, you know that, right? We'll be passed out for a week.

Up to you, man. I was just thinking I'd return the favor a little. [He reached over and did a little thigh stroking of his own. Just a little, though. He really didn't want to crash before he got a chance to get Sam on that couch.]

Hey, I consider passing out on a Monday a sign of a weekend well spent.

[Sam's fingers tightened a little bit on the wheel at the touch and the promise, but he did his best to ignore because yeah, really needed to focus on getting the Impala back to his place in one piece or else he doubted Dean was going to be doing any kind of touching... well, maybe to punch him or something.]

Uh-huh... Well, you don't have classes, Dean.

Hmm, that's true. [He was being mostly good. His hand rested on Sam's inner thigh, just the thumb lightly stroking the seam of his jeans.] I could volunteer to kick your ass out of bed Monday morning, if you think that'll help?

Dude... [It wasn't that the touch was very invasive or anything -- Dean was keeping his hand sill for the most part, but... damn, he couldn't wait to get back home and behind closed doors at this point.] I'll leave it up to the alarm, I think.

[He gave a glimpse over.] When are you leaving anyway?

Suit yourself. Just trying to be helpful. [He gave Sam a cheeky grin.]

I was thinking about Monday, but at the rate we're going, I'll be spending all day Monday catching up on the bet I lost. [He shrugged, unconcerned about timetables.] Maybe Tuesday.

Well, at this rate, you're going to have to be doing a lot of your laundry too anyway. [He gave a sigh when they finally got to his apartment and when they were finally parked. Killing the engine and passing the keys back to Dean, he gave him a look.]

You ready to head back up, Dean?

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