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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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[He shot Dean a look before shrugging.] I don't know... you said steak, right? Those are pretty good.

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Steak's always good. [He'd done the math and figured how many nights he was going to be spending hustling pool after leaving here, but it was all worth it. If he had to do it all over again, he wouldn't change anything.]

[He flipped the menu open and glanced through.] Ooh, they have pie, even.

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Yeah, figured you'd sniff that out, man. [When the waitress came over to take their order, Sam decided to just go with his usual - a salad.]

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Pie never escapes me. [He looked up and smiled at the waitress, remembering at the last second to tone it down to just polite. Man, it really was a reflex.]

[He ordered a medium-rare steak and steak fries. None of those gross vegetable things for him. And a beer. Why not? He wasn't driving.]

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[When the waitress had dropped off their drinks and went to put their order in, Sam leaned forward on the table a little. And yeah, vegetables wouldn't kill you, Dean.]

So any place you want to check out after we're done here or do you want to head home?

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[Dean mirrored Sam's position and shrugged, smiling a little.] What's fun around here? Or we could swing back by the arcade and I could get my sweet revenge on you.

[onlytobenormal]

You think you can beat me? Seriously? Depends on how many beers you have, dude.

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I am pretty awesome. I've got a good shot at it. [He grinned. There was no way he was going to drink as much tonight as he had the last time they went to the arcade. He wanted to be fully conscious and functional when they finally got back to the apartment.]

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Yeah, okay, you're on, Dean. Are we making a bet here?

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[He raised his eyebrows curiously.] What would you like to bet?

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[He shrugged.] Well, guess the whole weekend-slave thing's not going to work out since you leave here tomorrow.

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Nope. Not unless you want to bet for the next weekend. Or, something shorter term. Like tonight. [He grinned and gave Sam as heated a look as he could get away with in public.] Anything spring to mind?

[onlytobenormal]

[He idly bit at his lip, eyes trailing down a moment at the question.] Yeah... okay. Maybe a couple things. You?

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I've always got ideas. I'd be interested in hearing some of yours, though. [They'd already run through a handful of Dean's. Not that he expected Sam to spill about it in the restaurant, though.]

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When we get out to the car, man, promise. [He flashed a smile at the other, leaning back when his food was brought out and placed on the table.]