Ankhgrl

      Dean woke up, hung-over, breathless, and aching in places he'd never knew existed. He was naked, but that wasn't uncommon. He had a nasty habit of getting wasted and then getting it on with the girl nearest to him, so he wasn't that put off. "Hello, Dean." As he recognized the voice, he realized he was very put off.      He rolled onto his side, barely noticing the bruises on his arms and legs, and was face to face with the person (he used that term loosely) he least expected to see naked beside him. "Cas?"      The man beside him-who was equally naked, but not as bruised-nodded and rolled so that he faced Dean, his hand falling in