The Next Morning – 8am – September 17th, 2005
As soon as Dean opened his eyes, he immediately regretted it. The familiar hangover hit him like a train wreck and it didn’t help that the light coming from the slightly open window hit him directly in his squinted eyes. He groaned and cursed himself for drinking too much, again.
It took him a moment to realize who had woken him up.
“Sammmmmmy!” Dean whined, pulling the pillow over his head.
“Come on Dean, wake up. You have to eat something before Lisa gets here.”
He was really going to kill Sam for opening the curtains up completely now and he most definitely hated him for waking him up after letting him drink himself to sleep once again.
No, scratch that. He hated himself for drinking again.
He hated how he can start just as fast as he ended. It killed him that he was doing this to himself again. Maybe he should get help? He truly didn’t want to become a drunk idiot that ends up treating his crew and fans badly. He certainly didn’t want to lose either of them either.
No, he was stronger than that. He was Dean fucking Winchester, his dad and good friend Bobby had taught him better.
He moaned into the pillow when he realized the headache wasn’t planning on going away and that he needed oxygen.
“Don’t let me drink so much ever again Sammy.”
He heard himself grunt as he tried to sit up in bed, still grumpy from being woken up. Sam made a noise that seemed like a frustrated yet hysterical laugh.
“As if you ever listen to me once you’ve gotten the bottle.”
“Shut up and close the damn curtain already, it’s hurting my aching head.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Dean, hurry up already. You’ve got to take a shower and eat. She’s gonna be here any minute now and you know how she hates to see you like this. All hung over...”
“She can go fuck herself Sam.”
“Well, I’d personally rather have her doing that than to what she’s fucking now.”
“Well fuck you too.”
Dean turned his head towards Sam, looking at him with his drowsy eyes.
“I am very much do-able, thank you very much. She’s lucky to have me as a sexual partner.”
“Dean! Too much information!” Sam looked away, putting his hands over his ears and quickly walked out of the room.
Dean grinned, very pleased with himself, and finally managed to get off his comfortable bed. He picked up his pants and headed to the door that led to his private bathroom.
“If she comes before I get out of the shower, take her to the recording room Sammy!” He yelled out, knowing Sam can hear him wherever he was.
Sam was probably rolling his eyes at him.
Dean stripped the last remains of his clothing. He noticed his clothes weren’t what he had on the night before, probably Sam’s doing. It explains why he was in bed when he woke up rather than on the floor somewhere. He looked into his laundry basket that was beside the door, noticing his old clothes where there.
Dean threw his clothes into the basket and stepped into the shower. He stood still under the warm water as it washed most of his tension away. He soaped up his hands and washed his body before shampooing and conditioning his dirty blonde hair. Afterwards, he stepped out of the shower and shaved before brushing his teeth and wrapping himself in a fresh fluffy towel.
