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[khajidatass]

//Jaime?// came the tentative mental nudge. The only response was a tired groan, the human was too comfortable against the warm body to open his eyes. //Jaime// Khaji repeated, a tone of both curiosity and near-concern bleeding through, //Who is this?//

"Dean," Jaime answered without waking up enough to think; the name just sounded right, felt natural. He was vaguely aware that he was draped over another sleeping human, his head resting against the other's chest and an arm wrapped around the waist. He was warm, and tired, and awfully comfortable, so did he really have to open his eyes and actually think about what they're doing here or what they did last night? Obviously, yes, he did.

Cracking his eyes open a tad, Jaime was granted another short, blissful, half-asleep moment before realizing this wasn't some dream. There was a stranger in his bed, he could barely remember half of the previous night, and yet he still knew they'd had sex. Jaime bolted upright, eyes wide open and disbelief obvious on his face. "Uh," he immediately covered himself with his bedsheet, evidently, he'd gotten out of his clothes before getting in bed, "Hi?"

//Jaime, according to common etiquette, eye contact is appropriate in this situation// Right! Don't stare the stranger's body. Was it just him, or was this guy way too ripped to be in bed with someone whose bookshelf was filled with nothing but text books and collectible Star Trek figurines?

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[followstheorders]

Vaguely, Dean heard his name. That was what got him started on the road to consciousness. It was slow going, though. Jaime wasn't the only one who was warm and comfortable, and Dean was naturally resistant to getting up in the morning anyway.

Sleep. Sleep was a good thing.

But, then the warm body that had been pleasantly weighting him down was gone and Dean's eyes opened of their own accord. He blinked and gave a stretch, not too worried about the situation yet. Face it, this wasn't the first time Dean had woken up in a strange bed with only partial memories of the night before. The other body in the bed usually didn't look quite so scandalized, though.

"Morning," he answered and sat up. "At least, I think it is."

He blinked again and looked around, taking in the room curiously. Kind of reminded him of a college dorm room. He barely remembered getting here last night.

"So, this is going to sound crazy, but I drank a lot of... something... last night and I'm not sure if it was real or not, but," he raised his eyebrows. "Did you have legs growing out of your back last night?"

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Dean started to laugh softly, his hand sliding over to press his palm against Jaime's stomach. He pressed in tight against Jaime's back and nipped at his ear playfully. "I guess we'll just have to come back to bed after breakfast, then?"

His hand wandered down over Jaime's stomach and hip, down his thigh. "I could think of a lot of things to do, once we've gotten our energy back..."