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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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Sure, lots of things. All the non-complimentary things. [He leaned over to grab another pizza slice, the first had been gone in under a minute.] Why advertise the bad stuff?

[When he settled back, he elbowed Sam lightly.] C'mon, Sammy. You know I'm awesome.

Oh, yeah, sure. Totally awesome. [He grabs for another slice, giving the other a teasing look.] Still not as funny as you think you are though.

[Dean gives him a mock wounded look.] Of course I am! I'm hilarious.

[Also? He was very mature. Which he demonstrated by sticking out his tongue at his brother.] At least you admitted I was awesome.

Maybe to like, a nine year old.

[He rolled his eyes. So very mature, Dean. You floored him with that show of maturity.] Don't let it go to your head, man.

Go to my head? You kidding? My brat brother said something nice about me. Gotta enjoy it while it lasts, dude.

[He downed half his soda in a go, reaching for a third pizza slice. He picked a slice of pepperoni off and flicked it at Sam, grinning when it landed smack in the middle of his chest.] That shirt needed washing anyway, right?

I am not a brat, Dean.

[Oh... oh seriously, food flicking? Not proving the maturity thing at all, Dean. But then neither is Sam probably considering that is totally earning Dean a whack to the shoulder.] You know you're just adding to your laundry list, right? Gross, dude.

Sure you're not, Sammy.

[He laughed at the hit and shook his head.] What's one more shirt to wash, compared to the satisfaction I get when you make that face? I've got priorities, dude.

I'm not.

[Just picking that pepperoni off and tossing it back at Dean... aiming at his face.] Remember, you're mine for the weekend, man. I can make things harder on you.

[Dean caught the flying pepperoni and popped it into his mouth. He grinned at his aggravated brother.] Smile, Sam. You know I'm just messing with you.

Although, I get the distinct impression you're getting more than the necessary amount of enjoyment out of telling me, "You're mine" over and over. [He winked and then turned back to finish off his slice.]

[He snorted, finally cracking a smile.] Just thought I'd remind you of our little bet, that's all. [He leaned in for another slice.]

I haven't forgotten. I'm really hoping you come up with something more exciting than "wash the windows" or whatever, when you decide to exercise your Dom-y side, Sammy. I'll wash 'em, but it sure seems like a waste.

[He shifted over and settled in against Sam's side. Now that he'd eaten, he was ready to get comfy again. Sam should really stop radiating so much heat if he wanted Dean to stop invading his space.]

What, are you wanting me to command you to bend over or something, Dean? [He gave the other a curious look.] I mean, I could, but I don't think I have to demand anything in that department from you.

[And there was Dean back, being affectionate again and Sam just brought his arm around him comfortably now that he was done eating.]

I think you're missing my point, dude. [He cozied up under Sam's arm and propped his feet up on the coffee table beside the pizza boxes. He thought about it, then shrugged.] Although, I guess if clean windows makes you happy, then it's a valid use of the weekend.

Your point being... you just like it when I dominate you or something? [He was grinning again, turning his head towards Dean's.] Think my windows are clean enough, Dean...

Yeah, something like that, I guess. [Too late, he decided it was an uncomfortable topic of conversation. Especially when he couldn't exactly figure out the words to say what it was he did mean. Sam was smiling, though. That was something.]

Good. I hate windows. [He fidgeted a little, then curled in closer, and settled.] I'll get to the laundry on Monday while you're in class. Lemmie know what else you come up with.

[Sam settled closer to him, turning his head to press a kiss against the top of the other's head.] Mm, we'll definitely need it by Monday if things keep up the way they are...

[This... was pretty nice, Sam decided, and he wasn't in any hurry to move.] Mm, I will. Right now, I'm good just like this.

I was just planning to not wear clothes the rest of the weekend. Cut down on the laundry amount. [He tilted his head back to grin up at Sam. He was mostly kidding.]

[Since his brother seemed content to stay put, Dean slipped an arm around him, wiggling the other in between Sam and the couch. He settled into a boneless sprawl, tucked in at Sam's side with his arms around his brother's waist.] Mmmm'kay.

Yeah? [He shrugged.] You want to get started on that soon? Since you already messed up my shirt.

[Not that he seemed in any hurry to move just yet, especially when Dean decided to get them in a position like this. Now, Sam had let this slide for awhile without teasing because he kind of liked it...] Dude, I never knew you liked cuddling so much.

You askin' me to undress you, Sammy? [He totally would, too. He could pry himself away for that long.]

[Irritatingly, he felt his face burn a little at Sam's teasing. He shrugged and grumbled a little, fiddling with the edge of Sam's shirt.] Don't usually have the option.

Maybe I am.

[He shifted a little, watching Dean as he grumbled. Laughing under his breath, he leaned in to press a kiss to the other's forehead, fingertips trailing down over his side affectionately.] Just never thought we'd be... the cuddling on the couch type. [A pause.] Never thought we'd be the having sex with each other type either though.

[With his head on Sam's chest, Dean felt the laughing, but it was hard to keep grumbling when he was getting kissed and petted. Instead, he just laid there a moment longer, soaking up the affection.] Does it bother you?

[When he could pry himself away, Dean sat up and reached for Sam's shirt, pulling it up and over his brother's head. Then he reached for Sam's boxers and tugged the waistband, encouraging him to lift up so they could be removed.]

[Sam gave a thoughtful noise at the question. Did it bother him? He shrugged.] Not really, no...

[And Sam helped him get that shirt off, but when it came to his boxers, he gave another laugh, going to grab at his brother's wrists.] Mm, maybe we should wait on those, dude. We start losing pants and we'll probably end up doing something again, you know...

Good. [He'd curb if it it bothered Sam, but he didn't really want to.]

[He squinted a little at his brother's laughter.] You said 'undress'. You did not specify shirt only. [He let go of the boxers and flopped back down with his head in Sam's lap, the rest of him stretched out on the couch. He smirked up at his brother.] Tease.

Yeah, I changed my mind. We haven't been able to keep our hands to ourselves fully clothed, dude, so naked? No chance. [He looked down at Dean.]

Tease, huh? Like you haven't seen me naked enough, dude.

[In the spirit of not keeping his hands to himself, Dean rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms back around Sam's waist. He buried his face against his brother's bare stomach and sighed contentedly, eyes sliding shut again.]

No such thing as enough naked, Sam. I'd live naked if not for that pesky indecency law.

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