NOT A MORNING PERSON

WOW: gape. Sam has lived with Dean long enough to know that he's SO not a morning person.

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Sam stood in the kitchen watching the coffee percolator bubbling.

Dean would be up soon, and Sam knew from bitter experience that Dean didn't normally enter the realms of humanity until his first coffee had gone down.

Moments later, the door opened, and in shambled Dean, bedheaded and unshaven. One sock hanging off his left foot and the dead-guy robe not quite fastened tightly enough to spare anybody's blushes.

"Sam," Dean mumbled, reaching for the coffee, "wha'smatter? Y'standing there like a freakin' idiot gaping at me."

Sam grimaced, looking away from the spectacle before him; "that makes two of us," he groaned.

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