Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. I'm just playing with them for bit.
A/N: This can be seen as pre-slash or not. I don't know myself. I don't plan to write in this verse again. I think it reads better as just a thing between brothers minus sexual tension.
Sleeping arrangements
The room is cold, dark but for the light that creeps in under the door. I roll on my side and wonder not for the first time if Sam is getting to old for this. He kicks out in his sleep shivers and burrows deep under the covers. The cold front had been a drastic surprise, the day before last had been a sunny 95 somewhere in the time between yesterday and now it dwindle away to a chilly 45. I hear shuffling in the hall. I know enough about this time of night to know its dad heading downstairs for his after midnight snack. I try to shift with out jostling Sammy and fail. He jerks upward eyes wide and sleepy. He blinks twice and slumps forward resting his head on his pillow.
"You're still awake." His voice is sleep muffled and husky.
"Yeah go back to sleep Sammy."
He yawns. "You have a test tomorrow you should get some sleep Dean."
"Thanks for stating the obvious bitch."
He makes a face I can barely see and shifts around under the covers, his leg slipping over mine.
"Go to sleep Sammy."
He's pouting I can see the outline even in the dark.
"I was sleeping you're the one who woke me up."
"Feel free to go back to your own bed."
He hugs his pillow the one he brought to my bed last year, the one that never left. He gives me a little smirk. "I'm in my bed."
I shove him with little force; he laughs and clutches his pillow tighter. He's such a fucking brat. "You have your own room Sammy."
He wiggles closer to me. "I like your bed more. Stop moving away I'm cold."
"It's not that cold Sammy."
He kicks me under the cover. I pinch his upper arm. Rubbing his arm, he sends me a glare I can barely see in the dark.
"Stop being such a dick Dean"
"Stop being such a brat Sam."
He makes annoyed noises and pushes his pillow away snuggling down next to me. I let him tuck his head under my chin, his breath warm against my neck. We lay like that for awhile him cuddle against me his eyes are closed breath coming in even burst. I know he's not asleep. He's almost 14. It's time for him to start sleeping in his own bed. Mom's been making noise about Sam spending so many nights in my bed. Dad doesn't seem to care what we do as long as we're at home.
"Go to sleep Dean."
His voice is heavy with sleep. He's fighting it, wants to stay awake long enough to make sure I actually go to sleep. I rub circles on his stomach he sighs soft in my ear. When he was little, a toddler really he would spend half the night crying unless I let him crawl into my bed. He never wanted to go to mom and dad's bed always mine. I'd let him curl up next to me thumb stuck in his mouth, teddy bear clutched tight to his chest, I'd rub his belly and he'd fall asleep. Things haven't changed much except him taking up more room. A few moments past and he drifts off. I shift away. He makes a noise in the back of his throat but stays asleep. Mom is right it's time he learns to sleep on his own. Maybe we should have sent him to summer camp. In a year I'll be going to college and he'll get a crash course in sleeping alone. For now I guess I can deal with this. The feel of his breath against my neck the weight of him along side me. In a year's time I'll get a crash course in sleeping alone.
