the floor is LAVA ] [ aka just share the bed with me meme

[thongs]

Just share the bed with me.
For whatever reason, the floor is unacceptable as a place to sleep. It's messy, the dog is there, THE FLOOR IS LAVA, or maybe there's flooding. Who cares why it's not acceptable, it just isn't. Normally, that's not an issue, but tonight you have a friend over. Maybe it's the safest place, maybe it's hurricane season and your house is the only one out of the path of the storm. Stop trying to figure out the details, just get over it and share the bed with that person! Sexy times are not required. Intimacy is not required. Just share the damn bed already.


 Do you need options? Here! Have some options!

1. It's late. You're tired. Too tired to drive and THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
2. It's late. You're drunk. Too drunk. Honestly, how did you drink that much and not die? Should we take you to the hospital? Here, just stay in this bed with me. No, you can't sleep on the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
3. It's early. You thought you'd just come by and visit but you can barely function. The bed seems inviting. Guess what, you're invited into the bed! Yes. The bed. Not the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
4. DO YOU LIKE TO SPOON? SPOONING IS OKAY. And yes, the floor is lava.
5. Figure out a reason why you need to share the bed.
6. The Crack Fun Insane Option - Actually Play the Floor is Lava Game!! Move about the room without touching the floor... because the floor is lava.

Do you really need options? I feel like everyone gets the idea of this meme.

Questions, concerns - PM this account.

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Gabriel } Supernatural } ota

[lowkeyangel]

Since when do angels need to sleep?

[impala_is_my_baby]

Drunk Dean is very drunk. Well, more happily tipsy, which is very drunk for your average mortal. But Dean Winchester isn't your average person. He's been to hell and Purgatory and back, so a few shots of the Black Label can't throw anything too much at him.

And he's stumbling back 'home', the most current crap motel they are crashing at, kicking off his boots at the door and beelining it for that comfy looking bed.

Laying in bed is fun, though!

[lowkeyangel]

If Dean was laboring under any delusions of getting to curl up and go right to sleep, he can forget about it. Because there's only one bed and Gabriel isn't going to sit in that frankly scary-looking armchair. So, a wing-beat later, there's an archangel flopped down next to him.

"Havin' fun?"

[impala_is_my_baby]

Dammit, that's not fair. He had just collapsed in a alcohol sodden heap and now there was someone else in bed with him. Not even a hot chick, either. Freaking angels.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered, "What the hell're you doing here?"

[lowkeyangel]

"Oh, you know. Seeing the sights. Thought I'd check up on you muttonheads to see what mess you're contemplating." And to see if his little brother was around, but he doesn't seem to be. "This is a pretty standard mess, though. I don't know whether to throw you a party or what."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"You're late for that," Dean mumbled, wondering at the wisdom of pushing the angel off the bed. Archangel or not, he was smaller, and maybe a good kick would have him on the floor.

But that would require energy he didn't have. "Party's already happened. At Miss Candice's Pussy Cat Club. You missed out, Gabriel."

[lowkeyangel]

"My invitation must've gotten lost in the mail," Gabriel noted, idly, wondering how far that name translated into the club itself. Maybe he'd have to investigate later for himself. "We'll postpone the party. Easy enough. Did your giraffe go, or was he too scandalized by the name?"

[impala_is_my_baby]

"He wouldn't've come," Dean muttered, turning so he could mash his face against the pillow. He still smelled of cheap perfume, and there just may have been some glitter in his hair. Not as much as when Sam had a clown explode on him, but enough that made it clear someone wearing glitter lotion had run her hands through it.

"Doesn't like strip clubs for some reason. He's off somewhere hunting a wendigo. Or something like that. Probably eating kale and singing kumbaya at a camp fire. Communing with nature."

[lowkeyangel]

"Think I prefer your kind of communing better." Gabriel had noticed the glitter, and it amused him enough that he was now grinning. "Although, something to be said for marshmallows around a fire."

[toomuchheart]

[The floor being lava is a problem. Because yes, in order to make this meme work, the floor actually needs to be made of lava. So he is stuck here.

With Gabriel.



.... This is awkward.]

[lowkeyangel]

You greet your hunters with that much sulk?

[It's weird, because Gabriel is a freakin' arch-angel and he can't do anything about the lava. The whole incident smacks of Bad Things, all 'round, but Gabriel isn't going to say a word about that. Not yet. It could be worse. There could not be a bed at all, and just lava that they can't do anything about.]

Nice to see you, too, little bro.

[toomuchheart]

[He sighs, heavily before glancing over at him.]

I don't like being ... grounded.

[for lack of a better word.]

[lowkeyangel]

[Gabriel, probably the poster boy for beings who should be "grounded", raises a playful eyebrow. Yes, he's aware that that's not the point. But it's not going to distract him from a stupid joke.]

Who does? It's all stay in your room this, do your homework that. You never get grounded with any hot chicks.

[Just your brother.]

Come on. Cheer up, Charlie.

[toomuchheart]

[Castiel turns to look at him for a moment, before turning his eyes out to the lava again.]

What would you suggest we do?

[lowkeyangel]

Welp. I think we gotta wait it out. Whatever 'it' is.

[He thinks, leaning back on the bed to consider.]

Ever played poker? You'd have a great face for it. Though I guess we gotta work on your deception skills first.

[toomuchheart]

[Oh, Gabriel, Cas has gotten a lot better at deception lately.]

I have never played. But that doesn't mean I can't learn.

[lowkeyangel]

Hope not. Or I'd have to re-consider your being a brother of mine.

[It's just a light-hearted joke, because part of him wonders if the youngest angels would get it at all, and Gabriel smiles.]

No better time to learn. Although eventually the lava will light the bed on fire. Should be interesting.

[nothisvessel]

Sam had been more than exhausted when he'd fallen on the bed of his hotel room. He'd also been pissed when he realized that Dean had company when he tried to go to their room. Nope, he was not walking in on his brother screwing someone AGAIN.

So he'd gone and gotten a second room with only one bed because they were bigger. Though it still wasn't quite big enough and his feet still hung slightly over the edge, but oh well! He was comfortable and he was warm.

And he also felt someone or something pressed against his back. Okay he hadn't been asleep for that long and he also hadn't had anyone in the room with him when he fell asleep. He sighed, slipping his hand beneath his pillow, gripping the knife he'd hidden there when he'd gone to bed.

[lowkeyangel]

This was really a perfect time for the inevitable 'is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me' joke, but of course it's under Sam's pillow and Gabriel just heaved a sigh. The universe. It was just out to make him cry, lately.

"Woah, kiddo. I'm not in the mood to patch any leaks, okay?" the archangel mused. He was, naturally, drunk, which had taken a lot of effort. And he'd just barely remembered how to get to a bed. It was Sam's, but it was also now kind of Gabriel's. "It's me. And you shoulda sprung for something bigger."

[nothisvessel]

As soon as he heard Gabriel's voice he made a half groaning, half whining sound in his throat before burying his face in his pillow. He was still very tempted to stab the archangel, but no. He would behave. For now. "Gabriel what are you doing?" He rolled onto his back before turning to look at him.

The look he gave Gabriel was bleary and half hearted at best. "This was the biggest the hotel had. If I were in the room with Dean it would be half this size." He shifted, closing his eyes. "At least all your body fits." He grumbled before throwing his arm over his eyes.

God, kill him now. Please?

[lowkeyangel]

Dad was clearly not listening, because Gabriel just gave his arm a sympathetic and drunken pat. "Couldn't remember the right way back. And then I remembered you two've... probably angered a pagan or opened a dimension or something, so. I thought I should check on you."

"And, uh." He paused. "Which state're we in?"

[nothisvessel]

He very slowly turned his head at the drunken pat, squinting in the dark. "Gabe...are you drunk? Seriously?" Oh jeez. He sighed, turning to face the archangel who had apparently decided to take over the other half of his bed.

"We haven't done anything. Just been doing routine shit lately. Why are you concerned?" He leaned closer, smirking before shoving him lightly. "We're in Missouri. Branson to be exact. Dean wanted to have some fun since we seem to be case free...at least for a few days."

[lowkeyangel]

"Oh, so. No disasters. Other than what your brother has in his room." Seriously, Sam, you don't want to know. Gabriel scoffed at the shove, but he was too drunk to make much more of a show about it. "And hells yeah I'm drunk. You think angels misplace states otherwise?"

[nothisvessel]

"Wait...WHAT he has in his room!? Gabriel you'd better not let him get killed over there!" Of course, if Dean were in any real danger he had a feeling Gabriel would have already done something about it.

"So...why are you really here cuddled up next to me?" He stretched, glancing down at the end of the bed and glaring for a long moment. One of these days he would find a hotel with a bed that was big enough for him.

Right now he was stuck in this one with a drunk archangel who he may or may not like a lot more than he let on. Even if said drunk archangel annoyed the hell out of him most of the time. "How much have you had to drink?"

[lowkeyangel]

"Sam. Sam. I don't think that lady's going to kill him. Maybe. I mean, not unless she squashes him flat. She's a tall one. But, uh, it's consensual."

Gabriel gave a small shrug. He rambled when he was this drunk.

"A lot. Lost count. I don't have to breath, you know? Makes things a lot faster."