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Honestly, this was getting out of hand. Sure, it didn't happen often, but enough to make Dean question himself. Clearly he needed to go out to what passed as the nightlife here in the middle of nowhere, because even very occasionally eying off Sammy indicated he needed to get laid. And so, Dean set out on his mission, groomed to perfection and charming smile in place, ready to woo whichever body fit his fancy or at the very least, get smashed.
Drinking himself dizzy at the local pub, Dean encountered several lovely ladies, but didn't find whatever he was looking for, much to his drunken befuddlement.
He'd near but given up when the bored waiter slid him a fresh drink with a nod to a figure at the end of the bar. Raising the glass in cheers, Dean downed it and went to thank the guy.
He was decent enough, Dean supposed, tall with dark hair and brown eyes. It didn't really hurt that he was clearly interested, buying several rounds for him and chatting him up.
"Why don't you thank me by takin' me home, eh?" came the eventual husky invitation, hooded eyes staring out from under unruly hair. Sam's back at the place… he thought, not wanting to disturb him. Clearly sensing his hesitation, his new 'friend' leered, asking instead if he'd like to go back to his place, instead. Relieved, smirked and started walking away.
"Well, are you coming?" he grinned over his shoulder at the stranger.
Ughh, not my best idea, Dean moaned, stumbling back up the motel steps and making a feeble attempt at knocking. Next time I bang a random hot guy, 'm gonna actually make it back to their place and not fuck in their shit car. M'poor back…
The door swung open abruptly, and Dean barely stopped himself from face-planting on the welcome rug. "Heyyyyya Sammy," he slurred out, grinning toothily at the grouchy spectacle of his brother. "Wasrong?"
"Where the hell were you? I've been worried sick!"
"I've been out, m'boy, drinkin' 'n' getting' laid." With that he tried to wink, but that made his head swim too much and he had to sit down. "Why're you still up, huh? Thought you were sick."
Sam crossed his arms and glared. "How am I supposed to sleep when you disappeared without a word as soon as we got back?"
Dean sat down on the closest bed and pondered this for a second. "I 'spose I did, didn' I?" Sam pushed his hair off his face, with Dean zeroing in on the action. "It's cause o' your hair, Sam. It's long, 'n' it looks soft, 'n' I wasn' checking for lice I was checkin' if it really was that soft 'n' it is… 's just really pretty…" he petered out slowly, getting more and more delirious as he lost control of what he was saying, oblivious to Sam's thoughtful expression. Eventually, he slumped over, asleep on Sam's bed.
He woke up to a pounding headache, general nausea and a thick, fuzzy coating on his tongue that made it feel like he'd swallowed a fistful of cotton balls. Groaning, Dean rolled over and rubbed his face against the pillow, inhaling deeply as he caught the scent of Sam wafting off it.
"Morning," came the too loud voice of his brother startling him from his actions. Cracking open one eye, he spied through the too-bright haze a smirking Sam, who proceeded to rattle around as noisily as possible.
"Sam could you just not right now please?" Dean moaned, shoving his face deeper into the pillow.
A huff of annoyance was heard and then the bathroom door slammed, and Dean settled back into oblivion.
"Dean, get up."
Sam was shaking his shoulder. Deciding he was now not too hungover to want to die, he sighed. "What?"
"I want you stellar company, obviously." Sam rolled his eyes, tossing a ball of clothes at Dean's head. "Seriously, get up. I'm starving and sick of this place. Let's ditch town."
Tugging the relatively clean shirt over his head, he glanced sideways at Sam, grinning. "But what if my friend misses my stellar 'company', eh?"
Sam merely looked extremely annoyed and impatient. "Jeez, tough crowd," he grumbled.
Two weeks later sun was setting and they were just pulling into a motel for the night when Sam finally said something.
"You going out again tonight?"
"Mm…probably," came Dean's reply as he hauled their stuff out of the boot. "Might hit up that place we saw coming in."
Sam exploded. "Seriously, you're going out again? I'm getting real sick of waiting up for you to stumble in blind drunk every night from some dinky bar reeking of booze and sex. And you're such a jerk when you're hungover, snap the hell out of whatever funk you're in. My side's fine now, it's time to start up with the cases again. People are dying."
Rant over, Sam stormed away into the reception, grabbing a key from the slightly frightened receptionist and slamming into their room. Mildly hurt, Dean reluctantly followed.
He dumped the bags in the doorway and leant against the frame. "Look, Sam…" he started, tentative about broaching the subject.
Sam sighed, burying his head in his large hands. "Just…forget about it, okay? Go have fun."
Feeling helpless and extremely guilty, Dean left for the bar, looking for someone to bang who could make him forget about his brother, if only for a little while.
At the bar, he couldn't get Sam out of his head, his brother's words reverberating around til he couldn't take it any more. Dean pushed the hand of the lady he'd been chatting to off his knew, making up some feeble excuse as he escaped. He needed to man the fuck up and go and make peace with Sam.
The drive back seemingly took forever, but when he pulled into the parking space, it wasn't long enough. What would he say? Oh hey Sam, you know how I've been sleeping around being a real boozy libidinous twat? Yeah, basically it's all cause I'm having crazy weird feelings about you that's not normal and I'm trying to drown them out. Dean snorted. Yeah, that'd go over well.
With a groan he gathered his courage and exited the car, quietly letting himself in with the spare key he got from reception. Sam was on one of the beds, lying awake on his back.
"You're home early," came the cold statement from the usually warm man.
Dean sighed. "Sorry for being a jerk, Sammy…"
"Yeah, whatever."
And with that, it took all his strength to not let his heart shatter to pieces at such a cold, swift dismissal.