Groaning when the covers weren't around him anymore, Seamus pushed himself off of the bed. Dean did have a point - he was becoming dull lately. He wished that he could tell Dean everything that was going on, but he knew that it would turn into a bad, bad thing if anyone outside the group knew.
So, he crawled off the bed and gave a half smile. "Alright alright I'm up. Let me put on something more presentable then my flannels and grab some money. Fang is probably going to have to come with us though, otherwise he's not getting fed today."
Digging through his clothes, he found a pair of khaki slacks and a white tshirt, tossing on his Irish National Team sweatshirt over his head. "Where are we going anyway? Is there some big plan or are we just going with the flow?"