Having a bedmate wasn't bad most of the time. Dean liked waking with Alice curled up at his side, tangled with him, or even draped across him like an especially heavy blanket.

Alice was the most restless sleeper Dean had ever known though. She never slept in the same position, and she never stayed in the same place for more than an hour during the night. Most nights, she just tossed and turned, and all Dean had to do to keep her still was throw an arm over her.

Other nights, she was more active.

One such night came after Dean made an evening run for toothpaste and batteries. When he returned, Sam was watching TV, and Alice was passed out on their bed.

"Dude, I told you not to let her fall asleep," Dean groaned.

Sam shrugged.

"She said she would wax my eyebrows off if I didn't stop yakking and let her get her four hours," he said nonchalantly.

Dean dropped the bag on the table, purposefully making noise in an attempt to rouse Alice. She didn't stir.

Dean made his way over to their bed, and found that, as he suspected, Alice was playing an octopus tonight. She lay diagonally, facedown on the bed, one leg hanging off the side, while the other stretched across the length of the mattress. Her left arm was folded beneath her stomach, and her right reached for the nightstand.

"Thanks a lot, Sam," Dean grumbled as he carefully rearranged Alice's limbs. She was out cold, and didn't even snore more loudly while he laid her straight.

On the other bed, Sam shrugged again without looking away from the television.

"I like my eyebrows," he replied.

Dean kicked his shoes off, and got under the covers with Alice. He wrapped his arms around her restrainingly, and hooked one of his legs over hers. Hopefully that would keep her from moving around too much during the night.

In spite of his efforts, Dean was jerked away halfway through the night when he fell off the bed with a sharp cry and a thump, dragging the blankets with him. He sat up, groaning, and peeked onto the bed, to find that Alice was lying horizontal and spread eagle.

"Aw, come on," Dean mumbled sleepily, hoisting himself back onto the bed. He pulled and nudged Alice back into a reasonable position, and passed out again. It felt like only minutes later that Dean woke up a second time with Alice's foot in his face.

"Aw, come on!" he repeated, pushing Alice's feet away and moving to sleep with his head at the foot of the bed.

Dean didn't even make it back to sleep before Alice started tossing again. He grabbed her, and got an elbow to the ribs for his trouble.

"Knock it off!" Dean growled, shaking her. She mumbled something incomprehensible in response, but Dean was quite certain that she was still sleeping. Never the less, Alice sighed, and seemed to relax against him. She was laying on one of his arms, and Dean could already feel the pins and needles creeping up from his fingertips. He didn't dare move though, since she finally seemed to have settled down.

The next time Dean woke, it was light, and Alice was poking him.

"Dean! Dean! Dean, get off me!" she whined breathlessly.

Dean found that he had rolled on top of her sometime in the night, covering her completely. He turned aside quickly, aided by a firm shove from Alice.

"God Dean, you are such a bedhog," she moaned.

Dean heard Sam snickering softly from the other bed.

"Hahaha," Dean said drily.