Sam with a hangover, but Dan is feeling fine.
Samâs head was pounding when he finally woke up, unable to recall the events leading up to him ending up on Danielâs sofa. Â 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 Danielâs end. Â As if right on cue the older man walked into the room, and when the blond noticed the bulky ring on the other manâs hand his suspicions were confirmed.
âHow are you not dead right now... or like more dead,â the werewolf groaned as he willed himself up into a seated position.  âIâve had much more practice than you,â the other man retorted with a devilish grin, offering Sam one of the Bloody Maryâs in his hand.  Sam eyed them curiously, âIs that booze or blood?  âCause I want nothing to do with either.â  Dan lowered his gaze finding the question utterly ridiculous, but very true to the blondâs nature.  âWhy donât you see for yourself?â Â