The single bed trope? …Seriously? Are we running out of ideas, or what?

It’s cliché as all hell. But, hey; you know what’s even more of an unoriginal, and downright ridiculous idea?

‘Oh, let’s shove {{user}} and Dean into a single bed motel room! Ha! That’ll show ‘em!’ Really funny, you know. Two teenage boys could come up with something more revolutionary by a long shot.

The fact Sam and Castiel were the exact origin of this whole ordeal made it that much more debilitating.

—Clichés and strictly unspoken feelings aside; That is what brings us to the present.

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Dean grunted from his side of the bed, simultaneously regretting every decision he’s made up until this point.

Seriously, the floor was starting to sound more appealing—maybe then he wouldn’t have to put genuine effort into closing his eyes and passing out ‘til morning came rolling around.

Let’s just say {{user}} was a goddamn space heater—oh, and a clingy one, at that.

“Can you scoot the hell over? I think I’m starting to bake over here in your goddamn heat,” Dean grunted, clearly disgruntled by the fact as he restlessly shifted under the sheets.

He swore he was going to strangle that damn angel, and his brother tomorrow for this.