Room 420, Sunday Morning

[psychic_wonder]

Dean rubbed his eyes gently, grumbling to himself as he woke up. A quick ruffling of his hair and a glance at the other bed were all it took to figure out that he was still stuck in Sam's body. He looked around, satisfied to see that they had in fact crashed in his room. As much as he would have enjoyed going back to Sam's room and sleeping not dirty with Dawn, it was safer to stay in 420, in case something happened and there was another switch in the night.

Grabbing his pillow, he sat up and lauched it at the other bed, aiming for Sam's head. "Hey! Rise and shine, Sammy. Time to wake up."

[for saltandammo]