Room 328, Saturday Morning *rock music plays*

[psychic_wonder]

Sam had the feeling that something was wrong as soon as he woke up and realized that his arms and legs weren't hanging off the sides of the bed. Instead, he was in a gigantic bed! With a gigantic girl! And he couldn't see Dean anywhere!

Thankfully, he wasn't wearing the sacrificial underwear. He just hoped Dean wasn't wearing it instead.

[Sam has

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[lilpunkinbelly]

Dawn was still asleep, or at least mostly. She snuggled into the warm, comfy--heywaitaminute. She sat up, blinking blearily. "Sam? Where'd you go?"

[psychic_wonder]

This was the perfect chance for an escape, Sam realized. He tried to shimmy further down in the bed, hoping to slip under the sheets, and turned and twisted to figure out which way to go...and promptly got himself tangled up.

"HELP!"

[lilpunkinbelly]

Oh, good. It was going to be one of those days. Dawn threw the covers back as she made sure her T-shirt (or Sam's T-shirt, if you wanted to be picky) was covering everything it was supposed to be covering, and glared down at the end of the bed. "What the hell?"

[psychic_wonder]

Sam stopped flailing around once he was free, but didn't stop scooting towards the edge of the bed. "If you lay a finger on me, my brother will kill you. With guns. Really awesome guns."