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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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Three, including this one. I didn't last long after my shopping trip. Zonked out shortly after I got back. [He leaned into Sam's touch, smiling at the jolt he got from it. It pleased him to no end that Sam enjoyed them as much as he did.] Careful. I might decide I'd rather defile your kitchen than go to dinner.

Dude. [He withdrew his hand at that, pulling a face.] We have to eat at some point, you know. Sex alone isn't enough. So keep it in your pants until we get back at least.

You always get so exasperated with me, Sammy. [He stepped into Sam's space and kissed him lightly, coffee still on his lips.] Sometimes I'm kidding.

[He leaned in at the kiss, bringing up a hand to rest against the other's face.] Dude, we've spent the last two days having constant sex more or less... can't blame me for thinking you'd want to go a third.

Guess you're right about that. [He set the coffee mug aside and kissed Sam again.] Really do wanna go out, though. Promise. C'mon, let's go.

Right behind you, Dean. [He paused to grab his jacket and then went to get the door for them, locking up after Dean had stepped out.]

[Dean grabbed his jacket and keys on the way out. He paused outside the apartment and eyed Sam thoughtfully.] You gonna want to drive again?

Dude, I don't think you've ever offered to let me drive this much... seriously. But if you're sure... [He held out his hand.]

You better enjoy it while it lasts. Will be a while before you see her again when I leave. [He dropped the keys in Sam's hand and went to push the elevator button. It was kind of a relief that his brother didn't actually ask after the reasons for the sudden generosity with his car. He'd been plenty girly lately, already.]

[He snorted, pocketing the keys as he stepped on the elevator.] Yeah, okay, Dean. [He wasn't really quite as attached to that car as Dean was... but then again, no one could be as in love with a car as Dean, but it was kind of cool he was being trusted with it this much.] So, what are you in the mood to eat anyway?

[Inside the elevator, he leaned against Sam's shoulder and watched the floor numbers descend.] Red meat, man. Find me a good steak or a burger somewhere. Gotta keep up my strength. [He grinned.]

Alright... I think I know a place. [He pressed a little further into the other himself, giving him a light nudge with his elbow.] Think we both need to get our strength back after the weekend we've had.

[When they'd reached their floor, Sam was pulling away and heading out to the car.]

We might have to go back to those Flintstone's vitamins. [He grinned playfully and followed Sam out of the elevator and the building. The Impala was parked in the same spot he'd used all weekend. He patted her hood fondly as he walked around to the passenger's seat and slid in.]

Yeah, I don't think even that'd help. [He went to slide in the driver's side. The diner he thought of wasn't all that far, really. He paused, giving Dean a look.] Now I'm kind of hungry, so don't expect anything to happen in the parking lot of this place, dude.

[Dean shot back a perfectly innocent look.] I'll just remind you whose hand started groping who in the coffee place parking lot. Hint: It wasn't my hand.

Hey! You started it, man... and you could have pushed my hand away, you know? Not my fault you're apparently kind of an exhibitionist.

Why would I push away a perfectly good hand on my leg. Besides, I never thought you'd go through with it. I like encouraging your adventurous side, Sammy.

Dean! [He knew what his brother probably expected - him to get flustered and stammer out a 'shut up' or something... which okay, he was very tempted to do, instead he just kept his eyes on the road, willing any heat rising up to his face to go away and shrugged.] Well, it was pretty encouraging...

I'm hungry, too, so I'll encourage you more later. [He reached over and gave the back of Sam's neck a squeeze before releasing him. Didn't want to get himself into trouble.]

[He rolled his eyes.] Yeah, okay. Keep it indoors too, dude.

Restaurants are indoors. [Dean pointed out, a little stung by the eye rolling. He was on his good behavior, here.]

And I happen to really like this one, man... I'd like to be able to come back to it. [He flashed a short, teasing look before he was parking the car again.] C'mon.

[He climbed out of the car, following after Sam. The place smelled like good things. That was a promising sign.] Eat here a lot?

Yeah... one of the first places I found when I came here actually. [He led the way inside and soon, they were settled at a table.]

[Dean took the seat opposite Sam and looked around. It was a little more upscale than the diners he was used to, but the scents in the air were familiar and the hostess was friendly when she seated them.]

[He glanced over at his brother.] What's good here? And don't say salad.

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