WAKING UP!

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Your character is in a nice, warm bed, wearing their bedclothes (or lack thereof) of choice. It's comfortable, it's fluffy, and it's great...

Unfortunately, someone's in bed with them. They might roll over and accidentally cop a feel before waking up fully, they might notice the heat on their backs, but whatever the case may be, there's someone in there with them. They could easily remember the night before, how that happened, but...

Where's the fun in that?

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[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Dean doesn't sleep much, so his body really crashes to catch up the few times he does. The warm is a relief, and makes him think he brought somebody hot back to his hotel bed again. He had crashed out in a white tank and boxers.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Kaylee's snuggled up close, arm draped around his waist and face buried in his chest. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Felt like great curves, he reached out to wrap an arm around, and shifted in his sleep.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Well, whoever she pulled down in her bunk last night certainly cuddles nice. Kaylee smiles in her sleep, and gives a happy little noise ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[That gets answered with a content groan in turn, and his hand lazily ran up and down. Arm would be ok, warm squishy chest would be better. He sure as hell wasn't in a hurry to wake up right now.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Knowing her luck, Kaylee'd wake up and he'd be gone. She ain't rushing it aaaanytime soon. She leans a little closer, nuzzling her head under his chin ]

[chosenfamily]

[It's a Winchester habit born of long, long nights spend chasing beasties and long, long days doing research. When you can crash, you do it. Which is probably why Sam's just as sacked out on the other side of the bed.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Long nights of when the damn motel just had to be out of twin beds too. Dean grunted and rolled over in his sleep, more to the edge of the bed.]

[chosenfamily]

[Not many of them lately, thankfully. And the reason why? Because Sam has a bad tendency to flail in his sleep. Yeah, the precog dreams may be gone, but he's been living on nightmare fuel for the past few years. So it's not that surprising when he makes a startled sound and flings an arm out, smacking Dean in the back.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Dean had plenty of his own nightmare fuel, and he gave a yell as he half woke up.]

Son of a bitch!

[He gave a kick back, and tried to go back to sleep.]

[chosenfamily]

[Sam wakes up enough to grab a pillow and swing it down at Dean's back. Where it lands with a good whump.] Shuup.

[dreamingjeannie.livejournal.com]

[Did someone wish for something hot?]

[Jeannie is sitting on the edge of the bed, at Dean's feet, watching him sleep and giggling at the funny faces he makes.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Oh if only he was more awake. Still, he shifted at the girly giggles, with a small grin on his tired face. His feet flopped more against her hip.]

[dreamingjeannie.livejournal.com]

[Ooooo! Feet!]

This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast lamb. But this little piggy had none. And this little piggy went....

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[He jerked and laughed in his sleep.]

Hey, quit it!

[A sleepy green eye briefly blinked open before closing.]

[dreamingjeannie.livejournal.com]

[A quick head-bob and Jeannie is tiny. She's walking up Dean's leg. Her arms are out as she balances. Up, up, up to his hip.]

[withoutspice]

[Ghani sighs in her sleep and shifts slightly so she's snuggled more against his warmth.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Mmm warm. Very warm. A quick check, and that familiar smell assured him the source of warmth was a woman. Always a good wake up call, though they usually didn't stick around, or he often didn't. He shifted closer, an arm draping across the other figure.]

[withoutspice]

[The arm draping across her of course wakes her up. Turning, her eyebrow arches seeing Dean next to her. She smiles slightly though and instead of waking him up, just watches him sleep.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Like this, especially when he's not troubled by nightmares, his features seemed younger. The pain and weight he bears was less now as he settled back into sleep.]

[withoutspice]

[She reaches out, gently resting her hand against his cheek. Her blue-within-blue gaze is still focused intently on him, but she's still smiling, obviously not minding the situation she finds herself in.]

[onceadragon]

[Hope Dean doesn't mind sharing a bed with a tiny redhead. Claudia's sprawled out on the bed, one arm draped almost absently over the warm body next to her.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[He's on the tall side, not as tall as his bro, but still pretty tall. Still, he's not going to mind cute redheads of any size. He drew closer at the warmth, his own arm looping over the other figure.]

[onceadragon]

[Murmuring happily in her sleep, she moves in to snuggle a bit more against the warmth of the body next to her.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[He settled in more, and could sleep a little more peacefully. Slow rubs over an arm, though might be brushing against other areas.]