Dean collapsed onto the sofa, hands fisted in his hair.
"You all right?" Sam asked, looking down at his suffering sibling.
"Stop shouting," Dean moaned weakly. "Ow, my achin' head!"
Sam snickered. "That's what you get for drinking all that eggnog."
Eyes the color of devilled eggs, Dean peered up at him blearily. "Wha -?"
"Don't sweat it. You were the life of the party, even with your usual holiday tryptophan overdose. Right until you passed out after the eleventh toast."
"Ooohhhh," Dean moaned. "What the hell was in that stuff, anyway?"
Sam grinned. "According to Mrs. Tran? Everything!"
