Room 438, Monday morning

[saltandammo]

Dean woke up with the fuzziness and lingering headache that meant he'd taken the heavy duty painkillers, the ones that always knocked him right out. Later that would be what he blamed for not immediately remembering why he was tied to his bed or why his brother was sacked out on the other one.

"Sammy? Hey dude, you want to wake up and untie me?"

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[psychic_wonder]

Sam hadn't intended to fall asleep at all, but it was his own fault for lying down on the other bed. He jerked awake at the sound of Dean's voice, and watched him for a moment without getting up. "Maybe. How are you feeling?"

[saltandammo]

"Like I've been drugged." He tugged on the ropes and gave Sammy a pointed look.

[psychic_wonder]

"What's your name?" Sam asked, getting up and going to stand over Dean.

[saltandammo]

Dean stared at him. "Did you get hit on the head?"