Sam has obviously been awake for a while by now. He is sat at the table, eating his breakfast. Well, if you can class an apple and a black coffee as breakfast. He is already trolling through his laptop looking for a case for him and his brother to solve.
Talking of the devil, Dean emerges, clearly very sleepy.
"good morning," he mutters, mid-yawn, as he vaguely spots his brother at the table.
Sam turns his head to reply, but gets distracted at Dean's drunken state.
Crunching on his apple still, Sam turns in his chair, as his eyes follow Dean across to the coffee maker.
Dean shakes his head to himself, as he pours himself a very large coffee. He walks over to Sam, and takes the seat opposite, oblivious to Sam's eyes still following his every move.
"so what've we got?" Dean nods at the computer, as he takes his first sip of coffee.
Sam still hasn't taken his eyes off Dean. His brother finally notices.
"What?" Dean questions, slightly irritated – most likely due to his massive hangover and the fact he has barely had one sip of coffee yet.
"dude…" Sam states, as a smile creeps across his face. "How drunk were you last night?"
Dean looks down at himself, then shoots a cheesy grin back at his brother.
"well, I still have my pants on, so no that drunk," he replies.
"Dean; those aren't your pants," Sam declares.
Dean's head shoots straight back down, to check out what he is wearing. The look of sudden fear on Dean's face proves Sam is right. But before Dean can say anything…
"Dean…" comes a slightly concerned but more curious mutter from the corridor.
"Where are my pants?" Cas calls.
"Cas!" Dean jumps to his feet, putting his coffee down on the table. He grabs his head, as the sudden movement sends a rush of pain through his hungover body.
Dean paces out of the door, and bumps into Castiel in the corridor.
"what the hell happened last night, man?!" Dean demands, being sure to keep his voice down, so Sam cant hear them in the next room. "Why am I wearing your pants?"
Castiel simply looks at Dean straight in the eyes, and tilts his head a little as he tries to recall the events of the night before. You can almost see his brain ticking over as he tries to piece everything together.
"I remember kissing you…" Castiel replies, confused but curious.
"What?" Dean argues back, getting quite defensive now.
"Why do I remember kissing you, Dean?" Castiel asks him.
"we kissed?!" Dean's whispering has now gone out the window. There is no doubt that Sam can hear them now.
Sam is still sat at the table, laughing to himself, as he scrolls through his laptop. Hearing the pair of them try and piece the puzzle together, really tickles him.
Its about time, he thinks to himself.