The Morning After: rp partner samefivealbums

[second_son83]

The next morning after this:  http://memebells.livejournal.com/29138.html?thread=52596434#t52596434

[Sam frowned as he blinked awake. Oh his head hurt... and he felt like he was gonna vomit. What the fuck happened? The sleepy Winchester slowly sat up, running a hand over his face. But, in feeling something gritty along his thumb and forefinger,

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[samefivealbums]

Morning, Sammy! [Dean called cheerfully from the rickety old table across the hotel room. He had his feet propped up in an empty chair and a steaming cup of crappy hotel coffee on the table in front of him. Even though Sam had been sleeping like the proverbial log, he hadn't wanted to risk leaving him alone to go get breakfast. So, he waited.]

[The sight was worth it. Sam's face was priceless.] How's your head?

[second_son83]

[He pressed a finger to his lips, the universal sign for "shut up"] Don't... don't yell... I feel like I've been run over by a semi... What the fuck happened? Was I drunk or something?

[samefivealbums]

Or something. [He chuckled, but obligingly lowered the volume. A little.] You ran afoul of some booby trapped baked goods. And for the record? This is so totally not my fault. I don't care what Bobby says.

[second_son83]

[He frowns and tilts his head at Dean, confused.] Booby trapped baked---... [He paused and rubbed his eyes with his non cheeto covered hand, trying to remember. He looks at dean... And then it hits him. That smile. That "I know something you don't know" smile of Dean's.] You gave me pot brownies...

[samefivealbums]

What's that, Sammy-boy? I can't hear you. [Dean was back at the table, jingling the Impala's keys and waiting patiently.] Speak up, dude. I don't wanna miss any more details.

[He'll take pity on his brother soon. Probably.] Hey, we should see if we can find a place that serves Neapolitan shakes...

[second_son83]

[Sam looked up to him confused about the shake thing, giving him a "What the hell?" look before pulling on his clean boxers under the towel, then slipping on his very clean pair of jeans. The other ones were covered in chocolate and orange... Gross.] I don't want a shake, Dean.

[samefivealbums]

Not to beat a dead horse or anything, but... that's not what you said last night. [That grin on his face? It was gonna freeze there if he wasn't careful.]

[second_son83]

Did I want a milkshake, last night? [He raised an eyebrow as he continued to get dressed, slipping on his v-neck and a button up over the top. He sat down to put on his shoes, but found his laces all knotted. The hell?]

[samefivealbums]

We'll see about that. You don't scare me, little brother. [Dean grinned, but part of him was half convinced Sam might actually do it.] I've got razor sharp instincts. Nose of a bloodhound. Eyes of a hawk. Wait... I said that already...

[second_son83]

[He raised his eyebrows and glanced over the menu at Dean.] Alright, hawk-eye. We'll see how much you actually notice.

[samefivealbums]

Challenge accepted. [Dean stuck his tongue out at Sam for good measure, then schooled his expression into a flirty smile when the waitress appeared to take their orders. He went all out: eggs, bacon, hash browns, and coffee.]

[second_son83]

[Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's very childish behavior but smiled a little as the waitress arrived. Sam went with a coffee, egg'n toast and a side of bacon. As soon as the waitress left, Sam sat back in his seat.] Just remember that you started it, okay?

[samefivealbums]

[Dean looked up at Sam with a strip of crispy bacon dangling from his mouth. He performed a complicated chew-and-speak maneuver as he answered, without dropping the bacon.] Nah. Got an iron stomach. I cannot be harmed!

Except by tequila. Tequila is a bitch.

[second_son83]

Iron stomach huh... Sure. I'll remember that next time you eat a bad sandwich [He cuts into his egg'n toast, breaking the yolk and hums to himself, enjoy his bite.]

[samefivealbums]

Dude! [Dean looked scandalized.] It so doesn't count if the sandwich is cursed. That's just wrong... messing with a man's food like that.

[second_son83]

Doesn't matter. Still happened. And you've eaten bad shit before. Like the pie. Remember? [takes a bite of bacon, looking very pleased with himself.]

[samefivealbums]

Hey, it could! I already know you won't kiss guys, so I could out-kink you just by picking up a dude somewhere. [He won't, but he could.]

[He grinned smugly.] I'd win anyway, since you won't tell me about yours unless you're stoned.

[second_son83]

[Did his brother just say he'd pick up a dude? Yeah... yeah I think he did. Now that would be funny.] I don't know, dude... I think I'd out kink you already and we haven't even started the contest.

[samefivealbums]

[Dean Winchester will go to many great lengths to win a bet. He hopes to God Sam doesn't actually push that issue.] You're awfully sure about that for a guy who blushes because I know he had a threesome.

[second_son83]

[He actually might. Just to see what his brother would do. Sam fought the urge to blush when Dean mentioned the fact that he did have a threesome.] Well... If it meant showing you up on something... I bet I could talk about it more.