Original Imagine: here

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of...

Word Count: 873 words

Summary: Imagine: On a hunt, you rent a motel room with only two beds so the winchester brothers both do rock, paper, scissors to find out who gets to share a bed with you

Always With the Scissors

The Impala rolled into the motel parking lot, its engine growling into one of the yellow bordered parking space. Two young men and one woman the same age exited the black car and walked towards the motel's lobby door.

As the three entered the building, the girl noticed how seedy the place looked. She nudged the shorter man next to her and he looked around also. The walls were bare except for a couple scenic pictures that were tilted at different angles. There was hardly any lighting, but that didn't hide the unidentifiable stains on the carpeting.

He moved closer to the girl and gently placed his hand on the small of her back. "I've been in forests less shadier that this place." He said into her ear. She chuckled and let him guide her to where his brother, the tall one with long hair, was - at the desk talking with a man that looked like he belonged in this room.

"Two-" The tall one started.

"One double room." The shorter one interrupted in a gruff voice, finishing for the taller one.

"Dean," The taller one said.

"Not now, Sammy." The shorter one gave his companion a look. "If it wouldn't be any trouble." He added, looking at the guy behind the desk.

"Oh, no trouble at all." The guys behind the counter - his name-tag read 'Jeff' - said, his eyes glued to the girl. She shifted uncomfortably and moved closer to the shorter one. He - Dean - glanced at her and then changed focus to glare daggers into the guy behind the desk, willing him to stop his obtrusive stare. When he did stop, he noticed Dean's eyes on him and shrunk back to safety behind his desk.

Sam watched humorously as Jeff nervously gave Dean a key and the room number. The three walked out and grabbed their bags before finding their room.

The girl plucked the key out of Dean's hand and unlocked the door, walking in to the room and collapsing on one of the beds.

The Winchester brothers looked at each other and instantly pulled their hands out. They didn't even have to say anything. One, two, three.

"Dean, always with the scissors." Sam commented, smirking at his older brother.

"Come on, Sammy." Dean whined. "I had to last time. She had absolutely no sense of my side of the bed and her side of the bed."

"You know, I don't think you mind it that much." Sam commented before putting his duffel bag and sitting down on the only other vacant bed.

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's knowing smirk and sat down on the bed next to her sprawled form. "Looks like we're sharing this time, apple pie."

She rose up to her elbows and smiled at him like the sweet, caring person she was. "Sounds good to me." She got up and walked over to the bathroom to take a shower.

Dean climbed into the cheap bed later that night. Sam was out as soon as his head hit the pillow. Dean could tell that his 'bed buddy' as Sam had called it a little while ago was about to fall asleep as well.

He turned off the bedside lamp and pulled the covers up to a comfortable length. He could feel her turning away from him taking the covers with her. He turned towards her and pulled the comforter towards him. She rolled to him and stopped a few centimeters away

"Sorry." She said, for taking the covers or for their new proximity, he wasn't sure. He watched as she moved over to the other side of the small bed. Within minutes she was asleep.

He was about to fall asleep himself when he felt something press against his side. He opened his eyes to find his bed buddy pressed against him. She was still asleep. He felt her leg slide on top of his and her hand crawl up his chest to his sternum. His heart skipped a beat at the contact.

He turned his head towards the other bed where his brother was out for the count. Dean slowly wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer. He smiled when she didn't move away and kissed the top of her head before he fell asleep himself to dreams of the woman in his arms.

Dean would never say it out loud, but Sammy was right. He didn't mind her being this close to him when she slept. Hell, he would enjoy it just as much if she was aware of what she did to him.

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