John woke up early the next day. He put the coffee on and when it was done it's whistle woke up Dean.

Dean opened his eyes and stretched. "Morning John," he said as he walked in the kitchen.

"Morning Dean," John said tired with bags under his eyes. He took a sip of the coffee with no cream or sugar.

"Did you sleep at all?" Dean asked as he poured himself a cup.

"Try sleeping with them in the same bed," he said as he closed his eyes trying to calm himself.

"It couldn't have been that bad," Dean said.

Sherlock took off the robe and laid down next to John.

"Good night John," Sherlock said and have him a kiss lightly on the cheek.

"Good night Sherlock," John said as he smiled.

They were a thing. Don't let them lie to you.

Sherlock placed his hand on John's cheek and kissed him on the lips. "Good night Johnny."

John blinked at him. "Good night Captain." John laid down and turned the other way.

"Good night Dr. Watson," he patted my shoulder.

"Good night Cas."

Sherlock laid on his back a couple inches away from John. Which was different because they normally spoon. "I can't sleep on my back. Well my neck will hurt if we sleep on our stomach."

John sighed, "Just sleep on your side."

They turned over and began to spoon John, toes curled and fingers interlocked. "Good night John."

John kissed his hand. "Good night... Everyone."

They laid quiet for a while and John drifted off until, "Can I ask you guys for some advise?"

John's eyes shot open, he thought he was going to sleep well tonight. "What's wrong?"

"Well I really like this guy and he likes me but there's something keeping us from actually starting the relationship," he said.

"Well I need to know who's talking right now."

"oh it's uhh... Never mind... It's not important." He said softly. "It's Cas," someone else answered for him. "Okay fine it's me. But lets say he wants to be with me, I don't even know how to kiss someone let alone do the things he like. Well that's easy you just kinda do what feels natural. I'm an angel of The Lord I don't know what your natural is. Look this must be a blessing in disguise. Since we are in Sherlock's body in John's bed this is a great time to practice."

John was half asleep and couldn't even tell who was talking, "I'm very confused right now. You should say who's talking so I know who this is. You don't even change your voice how am I supposed to know what's happenin-"

But then Sherlock began to kiss John's neck and climb on top of him. "Just follow my lead."

"Okay?"John said blushing.

"No not you," Sherlock said and then he began to kiss him.

Sam and the Doctor came out of the Tardis that was in the living room. "Okay so we figured it out! We can do it right now."

The Doctor nodded, "The spell will pull out everyone into their own bodies, unless of course, they have done an impure act within the past 24 hours."

John cleared his throat and looked into the coffee, "What criteria needs to be met for the act to be impure?"

Sam and the Doctor looked over at John who had horrible bed head and bags under his eyes. "John, what happened?"

Sherlock came out into the living room in just his sweats and his silk robe, his neck and chest covered in hickies and his hair an absolute mess. "Johnny, I would have never guessed that under all that anger, was such a sexual beast!" He kissed John on his neck pointing out a hickey.

John cleared his throat and he turned around to see everyone waiting around. "Can we get this started? Id like to be alone in my body please."

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked.

"Dean, you'd be proud," he said as he slapped Dean's side, "I'd hop on this as soon as you can. Please stop. Dean I'm sorry." He covered his face.