"Sam."

You sigh, gently brushing Dean's hair as he whines in your lap, babbling about Christmas lights and buying you lingerie.

"How much did you give him?"

Sam just grins and shrugs, laying back in his bed across from you guys.

"Just a little. It was non-alcoholic."

You glare at him a little, already in your pjs and ready for bed. But now you had a drunken, clingy, mess of a boyfriend to take care of.

"Except for the added bottle of tequila."

You groan, throwing a remote at Sam.

"If Dean throws up, you're cleaning it!"

At the sound of his name, Dean perks up, bleary eyed and pouty.

"Present."

You shake your head, guiding his face back down into your shoulder.

"No, we don't need you present. Go to sleep."

Dean groans, his nose rubbing needily against your neck.

"You smell like my wife."

You raise your eyebrow, looking down at him.

"Didn't know you had a wife, Dean."

He nods, whining and moaning needily against you.

"Y..yeah…Sammy knows 'bout her."

You glance at Sam, who is grinning like an idiot.

"He calls you his wife when you aren't around."