I awoke slowly, my mind still swimming with grogginess from the evening before. I groaned and sank further into the woman sleeping below me that I was very comfortably using as a pillow. I struggled to make a continuous chain of my thoughs and somehow could not manage the feat. I could remember going to the bar last night and taking a few shots, and beers after that and hustling pool but I couldn´t remember the rest of the evening. I cared little for such matters which were common enough, and I was about to fall asleep again, when the musky smell of a male hit my nostrils.
It took me a moment to reach the understanding that this was not my own scent and that the hand resting on my hip seemed to be quite larger then I would have thought a woman´s hand should be. I feared to open my eyes but I did and caught the sight of long brown locks on the pillow. Did I pick up some male escort?
I rise up in the bed and have to blink twice before actually believing the sight before me. Sam is lying beside me, sleeping innocently like the day when he was born. I´m even more taken aback when I pull aside the sheets and note I am naked beneath the covers.
Freaking out now beyond belief, I scramble from the bed and grab my underwear lying on the floor, scattered alongside Sam´s clothes. This is looking worse and worse by the minute. After I´ve pulled on my boxers and jeans, feeling that I´m safely covered up for the moment at least, I find Sam´s shoe and toss it at his head.
Sam is instantly awake, sitting up in the bed and rubbing his temple where the offending flying object hit. "What the hell, Dean?" he admonishes me angrily.
"I could ask you the same question, Sam." I am trying to control my anger from erupting like a volcano. After all, there can be a simple explanation for this, correct?
Sam looks confusedly between me and the pile of clothes on the floor. "What do you mean?"
"I´m talking about waking up in your arms without the faintest idea of how I got there. Tell me you had one of your nightmares and crawled into my bed for company."
The sheepish look on Sam´s face tells me all I need to know.
"Did we have sex?"
"Yes, we did." I grab an AC DC shirt from the floor and throw it on. I cannot stand still. I want to hit Sam but instead I punch the wall. Thankfully, there is no hole but my hand begins to bleed. Sam grabs his boxers from the bed, pulls them on under the covers and advances towards me slowly. He grabs my hand and seemingly wants to bandage the wounds, but I tear it away before he can react.
"Don´t fucking touch me, Sam."
My little brother looks confused and not a little scared. "I knew you would freak out about this."
"Of course I´m freaking out, Sam!" I yell at him. "I can´t remember what happened last night and then I wake up next to you."
"You don´t remember anything?"
"Did I stutter?!"
"If you calm down, I will tell you everything." I draw on what is left of my strength and force myself to act calmly and rationally. Without another word, I sit down at the kitchen table and ask Sam for the love of God to put on some clothes. He frowns in annoyance but decides to do as I ask. A few minutes later, he joins me at the table and we stare across it at one another like perfect strangers.
