S/C/D I do not town supernatural or any of the charaters
Wincest you have been warned.
Fog, nothing but fog..."How-...much did I drink last night?" Dean began to shift and stretch his sore limbs on what felt like an extremely comfortable bed, Head pounding, and room was still out of focus. Unsure of weither he ended up at some bar dames house or better yet, maybe a classy hotel for once.
The snoring and obvious dip in the bed from a much larger frame calmed him down enough not to worry about where his brother was. Dean finally reopened his eyes to realize they were both sleeping in the middle of the bunker. Table missing and replaced with a massive bed and a oversized table no more than 5 feet away, equipped to the teeth with medical restraints.
"Wait..Woah, what the hell-"
Dean sat up with a jolt at the sound of footsteps.
"Shh, don't want to wake the sleeping giant yet now do we?"
The voice was low, husky, familliar, with that purr that always made deans hair stand up on end.
"Crowley...What the hell is the meaning of this? What did you do to-" Dean suddenly felt weak in the knees, his vision blurred and the room stared spinning. "What did you do to me?"
"What? Oh that old thing, just a simple dream manipulation spell. Boy was it a doozy to make, I mean, to create one strong enough to house the combined ego's of the Winchester brothers. Even the king of Hell had to ask a few favors, from some rather unsavory folks you know."
Dean felt like he had been roofied. Of course the time or two that is may or may not have happened was with some broad, not a damn demon.
"I swear Crowley if you did ANYTHING to me or Sam." Crowley smirked walking closer to the very large bed Dean couldn't seem to peel himself out of. Sam was still half wrapped in silk sheets up to his waist, shirtless, and the rest was left to the imagination. Dean was luckily in his favorite boxers, unsure if that was his or Crowleys choice though.
"Oh dean, how could you think that of me? I'm not some monster that would ravish the unconscious... Well..."
Crowley could see the fire roar in deans piercing green eyes, it was intense, fierce, raw, exactly what he loved about him. "Now now sparky, don't get your panties in a bundle. How about a drink?"
Dean refocused his eyes yet again to see Crowley walk up to a fully stocked nightclub style bar. Must be a dream, haven't had that much free booze in one spot since he would party with rich frat kids.
"I'm guess you drink anything that's put in front of you from what I've wittnessed, let's make it some topshelf whiskey."
Deans ears perked up at the mention of booze, he needed a drink. Not knowing what Crowleys plans for the two were and knowing this stupid manipulation spell won't wear off until said plan had been executed.
Sam began to stir in his sleep, unsure as to why he didn't wake moose up in the first place, oh yea Crowley said not too. But since when did he ever willingly take orders from a demon? Oh yea, must be a whole jump, how high situation. Great they were Crowleys lapdogs.
"Oh, I see Fabio is waking up, I'll pour you a double."
Dean averted his gaze from his waking brother, noticing that he intact was naked. He knew his brother preferred to sleep in the buff, he didn't mind since they usually slept in separate beds, so he didn't have to think about Sam's soft skin brushing up against his- yea best to keep those thoughts to himself.
"Dean...where..." Sam was laying on his stomach, he proped up on one elbow and ran his hand through his dark messy locks, brushing the thick strands out of his face. He furrowed his brow and with groggy half slit eyes looking up at Dean like a big sleepy puppy, he beamed a small smile and sat up.
"Why am is sleeping in your be- wait..Dean, where are we?" "Crowley, sleep manipulation spell, we are boned." Sam's eyes widened at the mention of Crowley and he quickly took in his surroundings and saw the well dressed demon leaning up against a bar, drink in hand with two drinks on the counter behind him. "Oh, you have no idea how right you are Dean."