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[onlytobenormal]

[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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[onlytobenormal]

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?

[samefivealbums]

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.

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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?