A/N: Blech. Sorry only a short one this time. And it's sickeningly fluffy. Enjoy. I guess.
"Ugh, 'only single bed rooms available' my ass," Dean complained, dropping his bags as he and Sam walked into the room.
"At least it's a pretty nice room..." Sam commented, following his brother's lead.
However, Dean didn't seem to care, or at least didn't hear, as he shouted, "The hell is this! They said there was a couch! This is not a couch, this is a loveseat!"
"Wow, look at Mr. Furniture Expert over here," Sam said mockingly, strolling to Dean's side, earning himself an irritated frown from his older brother. Sam shook his head and exhaled forcefully through his nose. "But, yeah, I can't sleep on this. No way."
"Alright," Dean turned to him, "I will, then."
"No, you won't. Neither of us are subjecting ourselves to this," Sam said.
"Then what are we doing?" Dean asked. The pair stared at each other silently for about a minute, neither of them wanting to suggest the obvious solution.
"We can just sleep on the edges of the bed," Sam hesitantly said.
"Sure, why not. Sounds good," Dean said just a little too casually. Sam awkwardly nodded as Dean began changing into his sleepwear, which is to say, taking off everything but his boxers.
Dean flung the covers off the bed and flopped into the dead center of it quickly after while Sam changed into actual pajamas.
"Scooch," Sam commanded, pulling one pillow to his side and fixing the mess Dean had made of the covers. Dean groaned and did the same thing, moving to the opposite edge of the bed as his brother. After they settled in, Sam reached to the nightstand to turn the light off, but within seconds of them trying to go to sleep, both Winchesters were already complaining.
"My leg's hanging over the edge," Dean whined.
"Mine too," Sam replied. There was a short silence, "...Move a little closer?"
"Sure," Dean answered a bit too quickly as they both wriggled closer to the center of the bed.
They were no longer hanging off the edge of the bed, but the brothers quickly found something new to complain about.
"Dean, quit pulling the blankets away from me!" Sam grumbled.
"You stop pulling them away from me," Dean retorted.
"I'm not!" Sam argued.
"Whatever, let's just move closer so that we have more blanket on either of our sides," Dean offered.
"Yeah, fine." The brothers scooched a little closer to each other. For a little while, there were no complaints. However, as Dean and Sam began to fall asleep, Dean's snoring woke Sam up.
"Can you stop snoring?" Sam frustratedly asked.
"No," Dean said groggily, "And even if I could, you can't tell me what to do." Dean moved closer to Sam, close enough for them to be in contact by default, just so he could piss him off by snoring in his ear. Sam sighed impatiently, but then chuckled quietly along with his brother.
A few minutes later, Sam felt Dean shivering slightly.
"Are you cold?" Sam asked despite already knowing the answer.
"Yeah..."
"Then go turn the air off," Sam instructed.
"I can't. There's nothing to control it."
"What? The hell kinda motel doesn't let you control the air conditioning?"
"The shitty kind that also forces you into a single bed room," Dean replied. Sam sighed.
"Fine, come here, I'll keep you warm," Sam said, opening his arms as if requesting a hug. Dean smirked and triumphantly complied to Sam's directions, snuggling into his brother's open arms. Sam hugged him close and jokingly but still sincerely planted a goodnight kiss on Dean's temple.
"Oh, fuck off," Dean said, grinning ear to ear.