Warning, incest. If you read it anyway then that's on you.
Enjoy!
Dean's POV
I wake up with a splitting headache. My entire head was throbbing and my eyes felt like they were being gauged. I didn't even want to sit up. I move to cover my face and I stiffen when I realize I'm not alone in my bed. Ah hell… what had I gotten myself into?
I slowly slide out of bed even though me head was protesting. My feet hit the floor silently as I move. I grab my boxers off the ground and slip them on. Whoever was in my bed had their entire body covered. All I could see was a foot poking out. Oh lord… there was a man in my bed.
What the hell did I do last night? Why couldn't I remember? Even when I was drunk I remembered my one night stands. I didn't even remember drinking. I could remember leaving my hotel room to go to the bar. As far as I remembered I only had tea. Sam had convinced me to drink healthier. Tea wasn't so bad though.
Speaking of Sam where was he? His bed hadn't been slept in, but his stuff was here. Even his phone was here and he always brings that with him. The person in my bed shifts and groans. I hated the morning after for this reason. I always felt like a dick for kicking the person out. I just wasn't interested in anything long term. I couldn't even if I wanted to. Not in this line of work.
The man moves and the sheets shift to reveal part of his butt cheek. It was nice and plump. It wasn't too bad to look at. I quickly avert my eyes anyway because… it was a dude's butt! I shouldn't be looking! I needed to get out of here. I didn't want to face whoever this was when he woke up. I get dressed and gather my stuff along with Sam's and I leave. Dick move, but it wasn't like anyone would know. I'd be gone before it mattered.
I went to the café around the block and sat down to eat. Sam would show up here soon I was sure. I just had to stay here long enough for him to show. He probably disappeared when I returned with a stranger on my arm. Maybe he could explain what the hell had happened.
About an hour later he strolls in looking pissed as hell. He comes over and sits in the booth across from me. "What the hell!?" He hisses under his breath. I raise my hands "I'm sorry… I know the rules. Don't bring one-nighters to the room. I'm sorry, but I gotta tell ya… I don't remember most of the night." Sam's face flashed several emotions "You don't remember anything?" He asks. I shrug "I guess I got a little too hammered, but I don't remember."
He stays silent for a long while and it's eerie. Finally he speaks "You came home with a man. You didn't look drunk, but since you don't remember I guess maybe you were." He wasn't looking at me and I felt several sharp stabs of guilt "I'm sorry man… I hope you found a place to stay." He shrugs "I did. Don't worry about."
Something about his tone makes me worry. It wasn't okay. "Is it because it was a man?" He sighs heavily and looks up at me "I don't care, Dean." He stands "I… I have to pee. Order me some pancakes please." With that he gets up and heads to the bathrooms.