Well as you can see, this is just a teeny drabble that was stuck in my head. It doesn't further the plot in the least. Sorry. (
"Seriously, Sam, how many times can you pee in one night?"
Sam could hear Dean's sleepy voice in the darkness but he couldn't see him as he exited the bathroom and climbed back into bed.
"Shut up, Dean. I can't help it," Sam defended.
"Yeah yeah," Dean replied before placing a sloppy wet kiss on his neck.
"Dean," he whined and tried to shrug him off.
Dean continued to lick at Sam's collarbone. "What? I'm awake now."
Sam squirmed away to the other side of the bed. "I'm tired, Dean. Leave me alone."
Propping himself on his elbow, he stared down at Sam's still form. "Bitch," he muttered before flopping back down and turning on his side.
Grinning into the darkness, Sam gave the only logical response. "Jerk."