Consciousness returned all of a sudden and Dean barely made it into the bathroom before last night's repast made a colourful return visit to paint the once white porcelain with gastric rainbow hues.
Dean sat on his fine ass on the cold tiles as Sam flushed and stood over him offering the glass of water into his sweaty, shaking hand.
"What the hell was I drinking last night, Sammy?"
His voice was a raw sexy growl.
"Chocolate-cream daiquiris!"
Sam's amused face beamed down into pain-dilated emerald pools as Dean's full lips parted into a smile.
"What a way to die!"