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[psychicsam]

Who: Sam & Dean Winchester
What: Dean comes home to find a very drunken Sam
When: The night after this thread.
Where: Sam & Dean's hotel room.
Rating: PG-13 for now. Subject to change.
Status: Complete, Private
Warning: There be Wincest here.

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[ichasedemons]

Dean got out of the Impala and started on his way towards the hotel room that he and Sam were staying in. He pulled out his key and opened the door letting it open a bit. It was kind of dark in the room as the only light was coming from the lamp that was in between their beds.

He saw Sam sitting on the edge of the bed trying to get up holding onto the nightstand. Apparently something was wrong and he didn't know what it could be. Then his nose picked up a familiar smell. Sam was drinking again. Dean couldn't hide the smirk on his face as he remembered the last time his younger brother had gotten drunk and the revenge that Dean had gotten for the conversation they had with each other and the teasing. Oh did he pay for it the next day. Hangovers can be fun to play with.

"Sammy are you drinking again?"

[psychicsam]

Scowling at Dean, Sam pulled himself up with a significant amount of effort. "You suck," he grunted, holding himself up and feeling quite dizzy. He let out a low groan, staring decisively at the mini-fridge.

[ichasedemons]

Dean saw the scowl and just shrugged it off with a chuckle.

"Do you think you're going to make it to the fridge in your condition? Sit your ass down before you hurt yourself."

[psychicsam]

"I can make it," Sam reassured Dean, releasing his hand from its anchoring position on the dresser. Instantly, he regretted the decision, the entire world spinning. "...Woah..." grabbing for the dresser again, Sam stumbled backwards, one hand on his forehead.

[ichasedemons]

Dean was startled at first by Sam's voice. He was always startled by anything right after the nightmare woke him.

He removed his shirt and used it to wipe his face and the sweat from his chest.

"I'm okay Sammy" he said lowly.

"I didn't mean to wake you up."
He knew that Sam was bound to have a headache as it doesn't take long to go into hangover mode.

[psychicsam]

Sam did have a headache, and a killer one. But with the lights off, and the quiet sound of night, Sam could handle it. And he was much more worried about Dean than he was himself.

"It's okay, Dean," he said softly. "...What... do you wanna talk?"

[ichasedemons]

"It's okay. Nothing to talk about really, just that damn nightmare again Sammy."

[psychicsam]

"...Y'know Dean, back when Jess died... And I was having nightmares... and I couldn't sleep for days on end? You used to tell me that we'd have to talk sooner or later. The same's true for you," Sam reached up, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. "...Talk to me, Dean."