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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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Early class today, dude. [He flashed a small grin at the other and after gathering some fresh clothes, decided to pause and lean in for a quick kiss.] Gotta go shower. You can go back to sleep. I don't mind. Not going to be around until later anyway.

Mmmm... [His eyes closed again at the kiss and he smiled tiredly, not bothering to reopen them when the kiss ended.] 'Kay. Maybe just lay here a minute. Talk to you when you get out of the shower. [He yawned again and settled in.]

yeah, okay... [He laughed under his breath before going to the bathroom. He rushed through the shower, dressed and... double checked to make sure any marks Dean left on him were covered up before he headed back into the bedroom to gather some of his things.]

[Dean yawned when he heard Sam in the room again and he rolled onto his back, watching his brother race around to get ready.] C'mere a sec. [He reached out a hand, making grabby fingers.]

Hm? [He laughed a little, moving to the bed, sitting on the edge.] Yeah, what?

[When Sam sat down, Dean wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face against his brother's stomach. Yes, he was totally cuddling.] Time're you getting back today?

[Oh, there was no getting around this. This was totally cuddling. He ran his hands through Dean's hair, smoothing it down.] Later this afternoon... You gonna hang around the house or what?

[He wasn't even going to try to pretend this wasn't cuddling. That ship had long since sailed.] Mmmmm... mostly. Gonna venture out for lunch and finish laundry. [He squeezed Sam a little, sighing against his shirt.] Be here when you get back.

Okay, Dean, good... maybe we can grab dinner out unless you'd prefer staying in by then. [he kept pushing his fingers through the other's hair - he'd have to leave soon, but he wasn't eager to pull away.] When are you leaving tomorrow?

Dinner out sounds good. [He was going to lay there for absolutely as long as Sam kept doing that. He loved the feel of fingers in his hair.] Probably should leave in the morning. If I try to stay until you get back, I won't leave.

Alright, Dean... Gonna miss you, man.

Gonna miss you, too. But, that's for us to worry about tomorrow. [He lifted the front of Sam's shirt, kissed his stomach lightly, then rolled away.] Get moving, dude. You stay here much longer, I'm gonna drag you back into bed.

[he let out a snort.] Save it for later, man. [He got to his feet, gathered his things and headed out the door. God, going to classes today was going to be awkward after spending the entire day sleeping with his brother.]

[Dean called out from the bedroom.] Be good, Sammy! Be smart! Learn stuff! [Then he burrowed back under the covers for a few more minutes sleep.]

[And Sam was on his way out and to class. Maybe he should be worried about how surprisingly easy it was to go through the day knowing about all the marks under his clothes that his own brother left on him and that he'd be waiting when he got home tonight.]

[He should be guilty, he shouldn't be okay with this. But no one really suspected it and yeah, maybe he just wanted to put it out of his mind for right now. Just pretend to be as normal as he always did. He'd have time to figure out the rest after Dean left, think about it. Or something.]

[As promised, late that afternoon, he was walking through the door.]

[After Sam left, Dean dozed for another hour or so. He knew he'd only have today to accomplish anything, since the rest of the weekend had been spent in blissful debauchery. Once he was awake and thinking, he got himself a shower, dressed, and set to work doing all the things he'd meant to do over the last three days.]

[While he worked, he thought about what had happened with him and his brother. It was so far out of left field, it might as well have been from another planet, but try as he might, he just couldn't dredge up any guilt over it. If something like this had happened when his brother was any younger, Dean might have contemplated a nice jump off the nearest bridge for his crimes, but Sam was an adult. Strong enough and secure enough to make choices for himself. And Dean.... Dean had a giant hole in him where his family used to be. Mom dead, Dad in a bottle or on a hunt, Sam off to school. He needed this. Needed to be loved and wanted and needed. He couldn't give it up now if he was at gunpoint.]

[By the time Sam got home, he'd finished the laundry. His own got shoved into his bag, but he'd carefully folded Sam's in that OCD way his brother liked. He'd gone out and found a grocery store, acquiring food beyond bacon for the fridge and even found a small coffeemaker, which he put to immediate use once he got back to the apartment. The trash got taken out because, seriously, there were used condoms everywhere and he cleaned the spots around the living room where they'd gotten... enthusiastic the night before.]

[The apartment was presentable and smelling of brewed coffee when Sam came in. Dean was sacked out in the bed, face down in the pillows, snoring faintly.]

[Sam was, admittedly, a little surprised when he came back to a really... spotless apartment that smelled of coffee. Looked like Dean had taken the time to straighten up a little... and leave another little mark of his in the form of a coffeemaker.]

[It didn't take long before he found Dean passed out on the bed, snoring a little. Yeah, he should feel guilty, but he didn't. He was making a bad choice and he knew it... or at least a choice that didn't exactly fit in with his 'normal' life and one that couldn't last forever, but that didn't stop him from crawling into bed with Dean, easing an arm around him.]

Hey, Dean... [His voice was soft, trying not to startle him or anything, just wake him up.]

Mmm? [Dean shifted and stretched, turning his head to face Sam. He yawned and blinked, trying to crawl out from under sleep and focus.] Sammy? Class out already? Time's it?

Yeah, it's out, Dean. [He smiled a little, nuzzling into the other.] It's after four. See you were straightening up while I was gone. And you got a coffeemaker finally, huh? [He smiled.] No more trips out for a cup, huh?

[He grinned sleepily at Sam, leaning into the nuzzling.] Can still go out for some. Just have a back-up plan now in case we don't make it past their parking lot. [He stretched again and turned onto his side, reaching out to put his arms around Sam.] How was class?

You're going to make it impossible to go in for coffee again, man. [He leaned in to kiss the other.] It was fine, Dean... Just fine. Found myself thinking back to you some, man. That made it kind of awkward sometimes.

Aww, c'mon dude. We made that Barista's year. She totally gets hot thinking about us. [He kissed Sam back lightly, bumping his forehead against Sam's after the kiss ended.] Sorry? I was thinking about you most of the day, if that helps?

Dude... That - doesn't help. At all. I don't think I want to know what that Barista was thinking. Or is thinking. [He gave a small smile.] Mm, well, even if it didn't help, still good to know.

Prude. [Dean teased him, nuzzling his jaw lightly.] You still wanna go out for dinner?

I am not a prude. [He nodded slowly at the question though, looking over.] Yeah, I would. You still up for it?

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