likely_good (likely_good) wrote in museful, @ 2013-02-01 23:05:00 |
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for lost_my_shoe
There was no doubt in Dean's mind, as he slowly opened his eyes to the offensively well lit cabin, at what had to be no later than 6am, that things were going to be very, very awkward. The scent of sex lingered in the air and Dean was sure that he was going to be in pain for days on end, but they didn't have anywhere to be or any leads or any cases, and for now they really could just take a little break.
Dragging himself out of bed, Dean staggered to the bathroom, wincing at the pain in his lower back as he got going on his morning routine. As soon as he'd used the toilet, washed his hands, brushed his teeth and kind of attempted to wash his face by rubbing cold water over it, he shuffled his way back into the main room of the cabin, wondering what the Hell to do about breakfast.
Then he saw Sam asleep and couldn't help himself as he headed over, giving his little brother a shove on the shoulder to wake him.