DUVET DAY
WOW Flannel. Dean discovers that having your own bedroom requires new and challenging skills.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, honest.
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Sam had crashed frantically into Dean's room in response to the anguished cry for help he'd heard … and gaped in disbelief.
Eventually grabbing his brother's flailing ankles, he dragged him off the bed, untangling him from beneath a twisted knot of white flannel sheets, pillow cases and blue striped duvet cover hanging pathetically off one crumpled corner of a naked quilt.
Red-faced and wild-eyed, Dean staggered to his feet, huffing a flake of feathery down off his nose.
"I give up," he snapped furiously, pointing at the abandoned quilt; "how the hell DO you get that damn thing inside the cover?"
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