SPN Fic - You make a great pillow - PG 13
Title: You make a great pillow
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: The boys wake up and find themselves in a rather awkward position. Follows my Day 3 challenge fill.
Characters/Pairing: The boys. Still no explicit pairings but I'm leaning toward Wincestiel.
Note: Spell checked but that's about it. Let me know if there is something I need to fix.
Written for Day 4 at adventchallenge 2012. Prompt #4 Snowfake's hope in hell.
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Luckily the brothers and Castiel made it through an especially frigid night of sleeping in the Impala while stranded on the side of the road.
However, with the first signs of sunrise lighting up the horizon the boys begain to wake up, only to discover that they had moved around and shifted a bit unexpectedly while asleep.
Dean, having had situated himself in the center of the group, wound up being a pillow for the other two. Though Castiel and Sam knew that they were initially sleeping scrunched down against the doors, they found themselves leaning on - practically cuddling - Dean.
Castiel was the first to awaken and though he was still slightly groggy and sleepy, he quickly decided that he was quite comfortable where he was. However, the fact that he recognized that he was comfortable coupled with the fact that he actually fell asleep, shocked him into complete awareness.
His ear, he discovered, was smushed and rather sore from laying his head on Dean’s shoulder for most of the night. He supposed that Dean must feel the same way from having slept with his head leaning on Castiel’s head. However, despite the soreness, Castiel was terribly comfortable in every other respect and so decided to stay where he was.
Soon enough, the soreness in his squashed ear out won out over the comfort of lying close to Dean, so Castiel decided to remove himself from the pile of bodies in the backseat. Flying by himself took considerably less energy than flying with two other people and so Castiel simply moved himself forward a few feet to the front passenger seat.
He looked back at Sam and Dean. Sam was in a similar position as Castiel had been, with his whole body curled up toward Dean. Imagining what the scene would have looked like with himself on Dean's other side, Castiel supposed that if he were anyone else he would have said they made a cute image, all snuggled down and cuddled together like they were.
With the removal of Castiel’s head from Dean’s shoulder, Dean’s head had no where to rest and so it slowly started to drop. The new uncomfortable position woke Dean and with a jerk and a curse Dean sat up and took stock of the situation.
“Cas, didn’t you - weren’t you? How’d you get up there?” He looked at his brother still asleep and leaning on Dean’s side. “Sammy! Sam, wake up. Gerroff!” Dean shoved Sam back toward the door.
“Dean, I awoke to find myself in much the same position as Sam. My head was on your shoulder and your head on my own. It must have been fairly comfortable for us to have been sleeping in that fashion. However, my ear was starting to hurt, smashed as it was against your bony shoulder. So I moved myself up here.” Castiel explained.
“Hey my shoulder isn’t bony!” Dean protested. “And do you mean we were cuddling in the back seat?” Dean looked outraged. “I wouldn’t even want to cuddle back here with a one night stand.”
Sam’s grin was huge. “Aww, does that make us special? Are we your boyfriend’s now?” He gave a girlish giggle and threw one of his legs over one of Dean’s.
Never mind, now Dean looked outraged. “Let me out you crazy buffoon!” Dean tossed Sam’s leg back to him and slid across the bench seat to open the other door. “Oh! My… everything! So sore.” He complained as he stood up. Dean looked across the roof of the car at Sam who had also exited the vehicle, however much more gracefully and apparently with out as much pain. “How are you not cramped up and aching?”
“I don’t know. I guess I was just that comfortable. Face it Dean, you make a great pillow. Well have to do this all the time.” Sam teased.
“Yes, for a creature such as my self who ordinarily needs no sleep, I was most comfortable as well. Your ability to serve as a pillow is quite exceptional.” Castiel gave a rather meager attempt at teasing Dean as well. “Perhaps, if I were to expend such energy at another time, and once more need rest, we should do this again.”
It took a moment for Dean and Sam to process Castiel’s statement. Soon enough Sam started laughing and Dean was scowling.
“Don’t joke about this. My manhood is at stake. There’s not a snowflake’s hope in hell that this will happen again.” Dean objected.
Castiel was confused, he wasn’t joking. Teasing maybe, but he had been entirely serious about wanting the three of them to sleep together again. “There is nothing wrong with wanting comfort from those you love during times of rest, or distress. I was comfortable. Sam was comfortable. You haven’t explicitly said you were uncomfortable, so therefore it is well within reason for us desire a repeat experience.”
Sam and Dean just looked at Castiel with expressions of disbelief and shock.
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TBC...
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: The boys wake up and find themselves in a rather awkward position. Follows my Day 3 challenge fill.
Characters/Pairing: The boys. Still no explicit pairings but I'm leaning toward Wincestiel.
Note: Spell checked but that's about it. Let me know if there is something I need to fix.
Written for Day 4 at adventchallenge 2012. Prompt #4 Snowfake's hope in hell.
---
Luckily the brothers and Castiel made it through an especially frigid night of sleeping in the Impala while stranded on the side of the road.
However, with the first signs of sunrise lighting up the horizon the boys begain to wake up, only to discover that they had moved around and shifted a bit unexpectedly while asleep.
Dean, having had situated himself in the center of the group, wound up being a pillow for the other two. Though Castiel and Sam knew that they were initially sleeping scrunched down against the doors, they found themselves leaning on - practically cuddling - Dean.
Castiel was the first to awaken and though he was still slightly groggy and sleepy, he quickly decided that he was quite comfortable where he was. However, the fact that he recognized that he was comfortable coupled with the fact that he actually fell asleep, shocked him into complete awareness.
His ear, he discovered, was smushed and rather sore from laying his head on Dean’s shoulder for most of the night. He supposed that Dean must feel the same way from having slept with his head leaning on Castiel’s head. However, despite the soreness, Castiel was terribly comfortable in every other respect and so decided to stay where he was.
Soon enough, the soreness in his squashed ear out won out over the comfort of lying close to Dean, so Castiel decided to remove himself from the pile of bodies in the backseat. Flying by himself took considerably less energy than flying with two other people and so Castiel simply moved himself forward a few feet to the front passenger seat.
He looked back at Sam and Dean. Sam was in a similar position as Castiel had been, with his whole body curled up toward Dean. Imagining what the scene would have looked like with himself on Dean's other side, Castiel supposed that if he were anyone else he would have said they made a cute image, all snuggled down and cuddled together like they were.
With the removal of Castiel’s head from Dean’s shoulder, Dean’s head had no where to rest and so it slowly started to drop. The new uncomfortable position woke Dean and with a jerk and a curse Dean sat up and took stock of the situation.
“Cas, didn’t you - weren’t you? How’d you get up there?” He looked at his brother still asleep and leaning on Dean’s side. “Sammy! Sam, wake up. Gerroff!” Dean shoved Sam back toward the door.
“Dean, I awoke to find myself in much the same position as Sam. My head was on your shoulder and your head on my own. It must have been fairly comfortable for us to have been sleeping in that fashion. However, my ear was starting to hurt, smashed as it was against your bony shoulder. So I moved myself up here.” Castiel explained.
“Hey my shoulder isn’t bony!” Dean protested. “And do you mean we were cuddling in the back seat?” Dean looked outraged. “I wouldn’t even want to cuddle back here with a one night stand.”
Sam’s grin was huge. “Aww, does that make us special? Are we your boyfriend’s now?” He gave a girlish giggle and threw one of his legs over one of Dean’s.
Never mind, now Dean looked outraged. “Let me out you crazy buffoon!” Dean tossed Sam’s leg back to him and slid across the bench seat to open the other door. “Oh! My… everything! So sore.” He complained as he stood up. Dean looked across the roof of the car at Sam who had also exited the vehicle, however much more gracefully and apparently with out as much pain. “How are you not cramped up and aching?”
“I don’t know. I guess I was just that comfortable. Face it Dean, you make a great pillow. Well have to do this all the time.” Sam teased.
“Yes, for a creature such as my self who ordinarily needs no sleep, I was most comfortable as well. Your ability to serve as a pillow is quite exceptional.” Castiel gave a rather meager attempt at teasing Dean as well. “Perhaps, if I were to expend such energy at another time, and once more need rest, we should do this again.”
It took a moment for Dean and Sam to process Castiel’s statement. Soon enough Sam started laughing and Dean was scowling.
“Don’t joke about this. My manhood is at stake. There’s not a snowflake’s hope in hell that this will happen again.” Dean objected.
Castiel was confused, he wasn’t joking. Teasing maybe, but he had been entirely serious about wanting the three of them to sleep together again. “There is nothing wrong with wanting comfort from those you love during times of rest, or distress. I was comfortable. Sam was comfortable. You haven’t explicitly said you were uncomfortable, so therefore it is well within reason for us desire a repeat experience.”
Sam and Dean just looked at Castiel with expressions of disbelief and shock.
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TBC...