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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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[There was a quiet protest, but Sam did relent, let Dean slip out of bed, but he did roll a little closer to where Dean had been laying, curling up. Just a few more minutes, that's all he wanted.]

[He bent to pull the covers up over Sam's shoulders and brushed the hair back off his brother's face before he made his way to the shower. First, he'd get cleaned up, then he'd make sure Sam got breakfast before he ran for class.]

[Then he'd, y'know, think about leaving...]

[It was the sound of the shower running that finally got his attention. Stirring with a protesting little grunt, he shifted and for a moment, he didn't quite remember what day it was.]

[That didn't last. Dean's last day and... he wasn't sure how he felt. Not exactly excited though. He pushed himself up slowly, getting out of bed to slip into some boxers... and deciding he'd go make some coffee while Dean was in the bathroom. Figured he'd like it.]

[Dean took his time in the shower, washing his hair and scrubbing down. Figured he'd probably be moving slow all morning, trying to delay the inevitable. It was absolutely ridiculous to be this... messed up over the idea of leaving his little brother, but there it was. He sighed, hands against the wall, letting his head hang low under the water spray.]

[Coffee brewing and a little more awake, Sam decided to... just slip into the bathroom. Why waste time with separate showers this morning? Besides, maybe a bit of him was just... getting antsy waiting and wasting time here. God, he shouldn't be like this...]

[Dean looked up when the door opened, smiling and pulling the curtain back.] Guess that means you're awake? [He stepped back to give Sam room to climb in.]

Well, I'm not sleep walking. [He smiled in return as he kicked off his boxers, going to step in behind Dean when he was given room.] Could've woke me up, man

[He slid the curtain shut and then turned to put his arms around Sam, pulling him under the water spray with him.] Wanted to let you rest a little longer. You're the one with the long day of classes ahead.

I'll manage... [He leaned in, his arms sliding around Sam's shoulders to tug him him, leaning in to press a kiss to the other's shoulders.] When are you leaving.

Probably after you leave for class. Don't have much to pack. Just my clothes. Won't take long. [Runs his fingers through Sam's hair, sighing softly.]

Mm. [It's going to be... well, it's not going to be fun coming back to an empty apartment again, he realizes. Wasn't even about the sex - just... kind of missed hanging out with Dean. He gave a smile though and a brief nod as he leaned in to press his lips quickly to the other's.] Think it's already going to be kind of weird, Dean, coming back to you gone.

[He smiled, taking another, longer kiss.] Going to be really weird trying to sleep in an empty hotel room tonight. Who will I steal the covers from?

I can't help you with that one, man. [He leaned in, nuzzling against the other.] I will kick your ass if I find out you've picked up a waitress or truck stop girl to handle that cover stealing need though. Just so you know. [About as close as he could get to giving Dean that answer on whether or not... he wanted this to be exclusive. Still just... a really awkward topic to bring up here and he really didn't know how long this would... work between them anyway. He wasn't in the mood to dwell on it though]

[Reaching for the soap, he went to start washing the other's body starting at his shoulders, taking his time here.]

Understood. [He grinned cheerfully, happy to let Sam dictate terms right now. He realized it was going to be a bitch to stick to, but he was happy enough in this arrangement they had that he didn't want to screw it up. So no more random hookups. God, he really was going to have to learn to knit or something.]

[His hands roamed lightly over Sam while he let his brother wash him.] Mmmm... that feels good. You and your giant hands.

[Yeah, it was going to be tough on Dean. He'd been with him every day, knew how Dean was and hey, he'd had to snap him out of staring at girls on more than one occasion to focus on other things. And he might have felt guilty over it, but part of him wondered if Dean had it in him to turn down every offer he always got.]

[He was just happy to accept that grin and those hands over his own body as he washed the other up. He gave a look at the giant comment though. Not his fault Dean quit growing before him.] Turn around and I'll get your back.

[Dean was going to try like hell to be good. He thought he could do it. It would be hard and he'd never actually been monogamous before, but he'd never actually wanted to, either. This was different and he had a lot more at stake to lose than a fun weekend of sex.]

[He winked in response to that look he got and turned his back as requested. More of Sam's hands on him was always a good thing.]

[When Dean turned around, his hands massaged over Dean's back as he leaned in to press his mouth back to the other's neck, placing affectionate little kisses here and there while he worked on washing the other up.] At least we have plenty of good memories to last awhile, huh?

Definitely. I'm going to be thinking about this weekend for a long time to come. [He glanced back over his shoulder and smiled.] Won't be the same as being here, though.

Then you better hurry back, huh? [When he was finished washing Dean, he put the soap aside in favor of letting his arms come around the other, pressing close. God, he should get washed up and ready to get out too, but... yeah, still not happy about Dean leaving, still reluctant to hurry it along. Total opposite of the way he felt when Dean showed up at the beginning.]

Hell yes. I'm gonna start blowing through cases like something's chasing me, dude. [His arms settled over Sam's and he leaned back into his brother. He was going to make Sam late for class. He felt bad about it, but he couldn't stop drawing out all the extra moments he could.]

Don't get too carried away, Dean... Dad might start getting suspicious, you know? [Especially if he noticed where Dean kept going... Dad wasn't stupid. Also another thing he didn't want to think about today.]

Yeah, I know. You're right. [He sighed a little, not really wanting to go there either.] I'll figure it out. Hit some kind of balance. Just be prepared for me to run up your phone bill in the meantime.

[He pulled away reluctantly then to wash himself off.] You better make some phone calls, Dean. [He wanted to hear from him once in awhile... maybe more than once in awhile, but whatever. He was soon washed up and letting out a sigh as he went to step out.] There's coffee made, by the way.

I promise. [Dean followed Sam out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his brother. He rubbed at Sam's skin with it as he leaned in to kiss him again.] Thanks.

[He smiled when Dean grabbed a towel to put around him, returning that kiss lightly.] Love you, Dean.

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