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Dean woke slowly the next morning, his mind sluggish and disoriented. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. He laid on his side with another person's arms around him and a warm body pressed up against his back. It wasn't his room at the motel, either. The bed was too comfortable and the sheets smelled clean, not musty.

Without opening his eyes, Dean laid there and tried to think back over the night before. There was no hangover, so he couldn't have been drunk, but his memory was hazy anyway. He remembered checking out a club that was said to be suspicious...

Couldn't really remember going inside, although his mind kept producing hazy images of him on his knees and the smell of sex. Which, really, wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it would be nice to remember it. Some worrisome thought was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite make it come forward.

Slowly, Dean opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at the man laying behind him.

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That earned a soft snort, lips quirking up. "Oh, you did plenty of work yourself... did a good job listening to me too. Might need to work on some things, but you were great."

Needed more control, but Nathaniel thought he'd have fun trying to help dean in that area. He tipped his head down and let his lips graze over Dean's. "Yeah... glad we ran into each other, Dean. Glad you got to do some things you enjoyed too. Had fun showing you those things."

In the light of day.

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