a/n: I just found this old drabble and thought I might as well post it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
From the second Sam Winchester woke up he knew something was wrong.
First off, he just felt weird. Secondly, his feet were mostly on the bed, not dangling over the end, and that hadn't happened since he was sixteen. And speaking of beds, he was positive he'd fallen asleep in the bed next to the far wall, not the one by to the door.
He sat up, stretched his stiff neck, and glanced over at the other bed to see...himself. Snoozing peacefully. With his face smashed into the mattress.
So if he was there, then where was Dean? That's when he saw his reflection in the mirror.
"Aw, crap."
So it was gonna be one of those days.