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Dean sighed as he parked in front of the hotel. He sighed again as he opened the passenger door. "Come on, Sammy, let's get you inside."
Sam giggled and threw his arms around Dean's neck. "Okey dokey."
"Careful! Damn giraffe legs. Don't move, I'll help you up. How much did you drink?"
Once again Sam's arms were looped around Dean's neck. "Alot. The barlady took my phone and called you after I fell off my chair. Your hair is really soft. It smells like flowers."
"I do NOT smell like flowers. Careful! You're like a baby horse when you're drunk. Just stay still while I get the door open." Dean got Sam inside with some crafty maneuvering and settled him on a bed. "Stop hugging me and go to sleep."
"You're a good brother," Sam giggled, "and you smell like flowers."
Dean groaned as Sam sang about how good he smelled. "It's gonna be a long night."