Sam with a hangover, but Dan is feeling fine.
Sam’s head was pounding when he finally woke up, unable to recall the events leading up to him ending up on Daniel’s sofa. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, groaning as rays of light filtered into the room, a touch Sam was certain was deliberate on Daniel’s end. As if right on cue the older man walked into the room, and when the blond noticed the bulky ring on the other man’s hand his suspicions were confirmed.
“How are you not dead right now... or like more dead,” the werewolf groaned as he willed himself up into a seated position. “I’ve had much more practice than you,” the other man retorted with a devilish grin, offering Sam one of the Bloody Mary’s in his hand. Sam eyed them curiously, “Is that booze or blood? ‘Cause I want nothing to do with either.” Dan lowered his gaze finding the question utterly ridiculous, but very true to the blond’s nature. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”