Hey everyone! Sorry for this really late update, I originally planned for this to only be a one-shot but a lot of people who reviewed mentioned making a second chapter so I did =] Thank you to everyone who reviewed I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy! Sorry if this hangover is not realistic, it is just how I have heard them described, I am not old enough to drink and therefore have never had a hangover.

Sam was in the stage where you are not fully awake but aren't asleep anymore. And he knew that he did not want to wake up, he could sense that it would not be a fun experience even though he wasn't quite sure why waking up was a bad idea. As if thinking about not wanting to get up did it, Sam's eyes snapped open. And a groan escaped his mouth as he felt a throbbing headache blasting throughout his head. He closed his eyes tight but it did nothing to relieve the pain that had built up.

Opening his eyes a crack and doing so wearily the light streaming in through the blinds didn't hurt as much as it did the first time. He swiveled his gaze to his brother who had a grin that seemed to stretch a mile on his face.

"How's it going Sammy boy?"

Dean's voice grated across Sam's ears and he had to bite back another groan. If possible it seemed like Sam's non-verbal reply made Dean's smile stretch even wider. Sam had a feeling that an unnecessary lecture would be coming soon. It would be unnecessary because Sam was already vowing to himself to never ever drink again.

As a wave of nausea hit him, Sam stumbled out of his bed. He barely made it to the tiny bathroom of the crap hotel they were staying at before he started to retch for all that he was worth. He closed his eyes and rested his head across the cool porcelain. He felt rather than actually saw Dean standing outside the bathroom watching over him. Sam felt a smile cross his face at that, no matter what Dean would try and blackmail him with from this experience or make fun of him for, he was still worried. That smile ended abruptly when he threw up again.

Finally feeling strong enough to get up again Sam did just that. Knowing what Dean would say Sam went over to the sink and grabbed the toothbrush and briskly brushed his teeth. Dean gave a nod of approval before disappearing.

Sam quickly washed his face after that and went back to the room. His head was still pounding but at least he didn't feel so damned nauseous anymore. A water bottle was tossed in his general direction by Dean and Sam gladly took it and guzzled it down. He hadn't realized just how thirsty he had been before.

Dean gave Sam a long look and finally said "So do you want to tell me what happened last night or what?"

The simple phrase of "last night" brought back a rush of memories for the youngest Winchester. Most of said memories were in an alcohol induced haze. What he did remember clearly was the beginning of the party and casually drinking with Eric and Lila and his other friends. In less detail and more foggily he remembered Lila dancing and making out with a random guy. And then he remembered beer and lots of it. Oh and Dean.

Dean watched on as Sam's eyes glazed over. The kid was probably trying to think of exactly what happened the night before. Dean felt a cat like grin cross his face. He was sure Sam was fine and he wasn't all that worried about the teen getting drunk again, Sam was smart and would probably barely touch alcohol for awhile. So because of these facts Dean could take all of last night's wonderful blackmail material and show it to Sam.

"Sam you were really drunk last night. Like really drunk. Drunker than you should ever be. Drunker than I usually get. Drunker than-"

Sam cut him off "Dean I think I get it. I think we all get it. I was drunk. Really drunk!"

Pleased that his point had gotten across Dean went in for the kill [so to speak] "You know you said some pretty interesting things last night." Sam tried to keep a poker face on but he couldn't help the feeling of dread that was seeping through his veins. Sure Dean was his brother and loved him, but he was his brother and that made him use things like this as blackmail at later dates.

"Yeah well we all say strange things when we are that out of it." Sam tried to down play whatever he must have said and was relieved that he kept any of his fear and dread out of his reply.

"Dude you said you were a secret Christmas tree." Dean deadpanned. There really was no other way to say it honestly. Sam felt his jaw drop slightly. How out of it had he been?

"A Christmas tree. Like a like a friggin Christmas tree?" Sam's eyes had widened considerably at just how odd the things he had said had been. Dean took pleasure in the look of shock and horror in Sam's eyes. After all how often do you get to tell your kid brother that he told you that he was a secret Christmas tree? Exactly, not often!

"Yep. You were pretty adamant about it too. You mentioned not being able to tell the nurses 'cus they would make you take medicine and they wouldn't understand. In fact about there I was starting to question if I should find you a therapist, because no normal person would say that they are a Christmas tree."

"Yeah well we aren't exactly normal people, Dean." Sam once again tried to downplay what he had said although he knew there was truly no way to downplay saying he was a tree.

"Yeah well even for us Sammy it was kind of messed up." Dean said, his tone glistening with amusement.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up. I was drunk" the last part was said almost pleadingly but even the puppy dog eyes couldn't make Dean back down now.

"Bitch."

"Jerk"

Sure enough Dean did give Sam a lecture later on but it wasn't with much anger. He was hardly going to yell at the kid for letting loose for once. It wasn't as if Dean had never gotten drunk as a teen. Plus Sam was already paying the price for getting trashed with his nasty hangover and Dean taunting him about the very odd things that he had said the night before.

The boys were getting ready for bed. The past few hours had been spent researching on a malevolent spirit that was over in the next town; John had said he wanted another hunt ready by the time he came home. During the research a silent truce of not telling their father about the events of the night before was made as they had a feeling that he wouldn't take the same approach on it that Dean did.

As Sam flipped off the lights Dean had to do one last thing, after all he couldn't let this golden opportunity pass by.

"Hey Sam?" Dean asked his voice taking on an inquiring tone.

"Yeah Dean, what?" Sam asked a little wearily.

"Who's your celebrity crush?" Dean thought he might have an idea of who it was because why else would Sam have said that she was the star on a tree if not?

"Ummm I guess Beyoncé" Sam replied, not quite sure why his brother was asking.

"Yeah that makes sense after all she is the star on your tree" Dean snickered. He felt a pillow hit the side of his head but even that could not stop his laughter.

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