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]

[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.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dammit Sammy, go back to sleep! And stay on your side!

[Look out, that pillow was making a return trip as soon as Dean could grab it.]

[chosenfamily]

I AM asleep. [Yeah, sure you are, Sammy. Which is why the pillow whumps Dean again.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Bullshit, you're too loud to be asleep.

[Another whump right back, and a hearty shove to go with it.]

[chosenfamily]

Dude, so are you. [Damn it, Dean stole his pillow. DAAAAD...no, wait. Here's another one. Whump again, Dean.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Like hell. I'd sleep if some bitch wasn't hitting me in the back!

[Another shove and punch this time.]

[chosenfamily]

Hey! I didn't mean to! [Sam starts to shove him back, then pauses.] Uh...man. Why are we even in the same bed? [Because this isn't a hotel.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[He woke up more, and rubbed a hand over his face. Right, the ship. Earth went boom.]

You got me, go back to your own bed.

[One more shove for good measure because he's the older brother and he said so!]

[chosenfamily]

[Sam seems to forget that a lot when waking up. He totally understands, Dean.]

Fine, fine. I'm getting. [Though not without another whump before padding over to the other side of the room.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, more wishful thinking, and even the world being gone's done nothing to lighten the load on his shoulders.]

Good.

[He threw a pillow back, and gave a grunt before settling in to sleep again. Be more trying to now since he already got about three hours.]