The alarm clock went off, and Dean entertained serious thoughts about deconstructing it and turning it into another EMF meter. Especially the deconstructing part. With extreme prejudice.
"Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty. We have an appointment to get to."
"Gnnf." Dean rolled over, burrowing deeper under his pillow.
He could hear Sam moving around the room, and twitched as he felt a hand touch the blankets on his bed. Try it Sammy, I'll end you. Sam moved away and Dean started to drift back down into sweet slumber.
COLD! Something nestled up against his bare back, and he flinched away violently. It was small, and frigid, and it followed him when he moved, coming into contact again, this time with his side. Shuffle. Shiver. Shuffle. Shiver.
Thoroughly awake now, and more than a little pissed, Dean reached an arm under the covers and snagged whatever it was. Bottle? His eyes still mostly shut, he sat in bed and held the offending, icy, sweating bottle out at his brother accusingly.
"Just what the hell do you-"
Sam reached out and flipped the cap off the beer with a bottle opener, a grin plastered on his face.
Dean looked at the bottle, then at Sam. Shrugging, he brought it to his lips and took a healthy swig. He could always throw the empty bottle at Sam afterwards. Throwing the full one would just be alcohol abuse.