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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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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.

Love you, too. [He kissed him again, then reached for a towel for himself.]

[Reluctantly, he stepped out and back to the bedroom to get dressed again, get ready for the day. He was seriously going to be late if he kept lingering around after all...]

[Dean was right behind him, pulling on clothes to face the day. He left Sam getting ready in the bedroom and went to the kitchen. They'd used up most of the spare time they had in the shower, so he abandoned the idea of making an elaborate breakfast. He raided the freezer for some of the things he bought the day before.]

[There was a ham and egg breakfast sandwich and one of those goofy mixed fruit cups he remembered Sam liking waiting for his brother along with the coffee when Sam emerged from the bedroom.]

[And Sam was out soon enough - and he had to stop and give a kind of smile at the fact there was breakfast set out for him.] Thanks, Dean. You do realize the weekend already ended right... you're not my slave anymore?

[Oh, but he was digging in. Didn't care if it was elaborate or not... he was starving. apparently days of nonstop sex tend to work up an appetite.]

[Dean sat down to the same spread, sans fruit, and smiled over the rim of his coffee mug.] Off slave duty and back on brother duty. I'm not gonna let you go to class on an empty stomach.

Dude, I'm not a kid anymore... you don't have to make sure I have breakfast or pack my lunch for me anymore. [But his tone was affectionate sounding. He appreciated it anyway.]

I managed to restrain myself from packing you a lunch. [That's not entirely true. He threw some of the weird granola bar things Sam likes into his school bag, but he figured his brother wouldn't notice that until he was out of the apartment.] It's purely academic, Sammy. Studies show people think better on a full stomach. [What? He does know how to read.]

Well, thanks for the concern, Dean. It'd probably help me think better if I hadn't spent the weekend having nonstop sex. Leaves you kinda worn out, you know? [But in all the best possible ways. Finishing the fruit and getting up to discard it in the trash, he moved closer to Dean, bending over to give him a quick kiss... well, it was meant to be quick. Ended up lingering anyway.]

Mm, wish I didn't have to go so soon...

MTV tells me non-stop sex is what college is for. [He leaned up into the kiss, tangling a hand in Sam's still damp hair to hang on a little longer. He fought down the urge to say something filthy and distract his brother further when the kiss ended.]

Me too. You're gonna be late if you don't, though. I don't wanna get you in trouble. [He kissed him again.] Go on, dude. Finish getting ready. I'll clean up in here.

Surprised you never wanted to go if that's what you heard. [He teased lightly, not straightening up right away.]

Yeah, I know. [He leaned in for another kiss before reluctantly drawing away to go gather his things and finish getting ready. Never dreaded going to class so much before... but soon, he was back out.] Okay, uh... guess I should leave, dude.

[Dean met him in the living room, kitchen clean again. Even washed out the coffee pot.] Yeah, guess so. [Reached out to brush a hand down Sam's arm.] Have a good day and all. I'll call you from wherever I end up tonight.

[Sam leaned in, catching Dean in a slow, unhurried kiss. He lingered in it, slowly deepening it, bringing his arms around Dean's shoulders as he pressed himself closer. Wanted to take this moment, really remember the feel of those full lips against his own and his brother's scent... everything. It'd be awhile before he got this again, he figured.] Mm, you too, Dean... I'll keep my phone close, okay?

[Dean's arms went tight around Sam's waist, holding him close and kissing back for all he was worth. Damn, but he didn't want to leave. He knew he'd already been off the grid long enough for his father to get curious, though. Time to get back to work.] You'd better. [He kissed him again, then reluctantly stepped back.] Go on, Sammy. Get to class. I'll see ya soon.

Okay, Dean... [Reluctantly, he went to gather his things and... leave for his classes. He was possibly going to be late enough as it was so... better to get going now.]

[He caught Sam at the door, hands on his shoulders, and kissed the back of his brother's neck softly.] Be good, Sammy. Love you. [He reached around to turn the door knob and open the door for him.]

[He paused when he felt the other's hands on his shoulders, smiling a little at the kiss.] Yeah... love you too, man. [He turned when the door was opened and... he should have just walked out instead, he leaned in to give the other a brief, tight hug. He could get away with that, halfway standing in the hall. He gave him a firm pat on the back, smiling a little when he drew away.] See you later, Dean.

[He returned the hug and grinned encouragingly at his brother when he pulled away.] Later, Sam. [He regretfully closed the door behind Sam and heaved a sigh, turning to start gathering up his things and pack the car.]

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