[drags himself out of bed, rubbing at his eyes & pushing at the hair falling into his eyes]
Need... coffee...
[stumbles out into the hall, walking down the stairs, completely oblivious that the boxers & tank top he fell asleep in got defabricated. Sam walks into the kitchen, blindly going for the cabinet where his mug is, & pouring himself some
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Morni -- SAM. Jesus Christ!
[AND BACK INTO THE HALLWAY]
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Um, Dean?
[blinks in surprise]
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Cover your damn self, would you?
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[looks down]
What the--
Where are my clothes?!
[grabs the tablecloth, wrapping it around his waist]
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[picks up his coffee, sipping at it again]
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