Poked in the Back
Author: 9thof9
Title: Poked in the Back
Rating: PG-13
Characters/pairing: Sam/Dean
Summary: For once the Winchester brothers were getting to sleep at night. Well one of them was.
Warning: un-beta'd
Word count: 439
Spoilers: none
The alarm clock between the beds read 2:18 a.m. and Sam was seriously considering shooting the damn thing just to get even with something. Pounding the mattress he was laying on wasn’t helping; all that had earned him was a hole in the skin between his index and middle fingers. Who knew there would be more broken springs then the one that was jabbing him in the back?
Sam didn’t like sleeping on the far side of the bed but he’d have to get over it and make do. He lifted the covers and shifted over. “Ouch!” A third broken spring? His night was spiraling down the tubes faster and faster.
“Keep it down,” Dean groused, “’m tryin’ to sleep.”
“Me too.” Sam muttered moving farther over in his bed.
But no sooner had he settled his weight down onto the mattress then he felt another spring digging into him. This time it the damn thing wasn’t poking him in the back, oh no. This one was digging painfully into the soft flesh of his butt. “For crying out load.” Sam complained loudly setting up.
“Damn.” Sitting up was a mistake; it drove the sharp end of the broken spring deeper.
“What’s your problem?” Dean snapped lifting his head off the pillow to glare over at his little brother.
“This mattress is full of broken springs.” Sam explained.
“Have you tried moving around?” Dean inquired.
“No Dean,” Sam’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “I’m just guessing that’s there’s more then one. I am the psychic one.”
“I was just trying to help,” Dean put his head back down onto his pillow, “and if you’re gonna be that way, I’m not sharing my bed.”
“Please Dean?” Sam gingerly scooted back across the bed and turned to swing his feet to the floor.
“After you got snotty when I was trying to help?” Dean lifted his head again to look over at Sam again, “I don’t think so.”
“Come on,” Sam pleaded; reaching out to nudge his big brother in the shoulder, “please?”
“Fine.” Dean relented, turning over on his back and moving over to the cold side of the bed.
“You don’t have to move,” Sam told Dean getting to his feet, “I’ll go around.”
“’s okay,” Dean shook his head before settling it onto the fresh pillow, “I know you like to be on the inside.”
“Thanks Dean.” Sam couldn’t help but grin at the fact that Dean not only remembered but was willing to make him comfortable.
“No big deal,” Dean dismissed the thank you, “’sides I already drooled on that one.”
“Jerk.” Sam laughed.
“Bitch.” Dean laughed too.
Title: Poked in the Back
Rating: PG-13
Characters/pairing: Sam/Dean
Summary: For once the Winchester brothers were getting to sleep at night. Well one of them was.
Warning: un-beta'd
Word count: 439
Spoilers: none
The alarm clock between the beds read 2:18 a.m. and Sam was seriously considering shooting the damn thing just to get even with something. Pounding the mattress he was laying on wasn’t helping; all that had earned him was a hole in the skin between his index and middle fingers. Who knew there would be more broken springs then the one that was jabbing him in the back?
Sam didn’t like sleeping on the far side of the bed but he’d have to get over it and make do. He lifted the covers and shifted over. “Ouch!” A third broken spring? His night was spiraling down the tubes faster and faster.
“Keep it down,” Dean groused, “’m tryin’ to sleep.”
“Me too.” Sam muttered moving farther over in his bed.
But no sooner had he settled his weight down onto the mattress then he felt another spring digging into him. This time it the damn thing wasn’t poking him in the back, oh no. This one was digging painfully into the soft flesh of his butt. “For crying out load.” Sam complained loudly setting up.
“Damn.” Sitting up was a mistake; it drove the sharp end of the broken spring deeper.
“What’s your problem?” Dean snapped lifting his head off the pillow to glare over at his little brother.
“This mattress is full of broken springs.” Sam explained.
“Have you tried moving around?” Dean inquired.
“No Dean,” Sam’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “I’m just guessing that’s there’s more then one. I am the psychic one.”
“I was just trying to help,” Dean put his head back down onto his pillow, “and if you’re gonna be that way, I’m not sharing my bed.”
“Please Dean?” Sam gingerly scooted back across the bed and turned to swing his feet to the floor.
“After you got snotty when I was trying to help?” Dean lifted his head again to look over at Sam again, “I don’t think so.”
“Come on,” Sam pleaded; reaching out to nudge his big brother in the shoulder, “please?”
“Fine.” Dean relented, turning over on his back and moving over to the cold side of the bed.
“You don’t have to move,” Sam told Dean getting to his feet, “I’ll go around.”
“’s okay,” Dean shook his head before settling it onto the fresh pillow, “I know you like to be on the inside.”
“Thanks Dean.” Sam couldn’t help but grin at the fact that Dean not only remembered but was willing to make him comfortable.
“No big deal,” Dean dismissed the thank you, “’sides I already drooled on that one.”
“Jerk.” Sam laughed.
“Bitch.” Dean laughed too.