THE FLOOR. THE FLOOR. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.

[mechromantic]

Just share the damn 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 CUDDLE? CUDDLING IS OKAY. And yes, the floor is lava.
5. WILDCARD. Just figure out a reason why you need to share the bed. But don't forget: the floor is lava!
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.

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[sizethirteenshoe]

He sees that smirk, Dean, because he knew it would be there, and rolls his eyes.

"Lame salad, I know, let's move passed that..."

[savethehallmark]

Dean raises his hands in a peace gesture. "Just sayin', you order a salad from this kinda please, even the cooks know it ain't real food."

[sizethirteenshoe]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

He gives up on the salad and focuses on the rest of the Cajun spread. It's actually pretty good, with one or two things being spicy, something he hopes he doesn't regret later.

The headache is getting worse. He wonders if watching television is really a good idea, considering, and when he finishes his food, he climbs off the bed, dumps his plate and utensils in the garbage and goes to get another bottle of water.

[savethehallmark]

Dean, as per usual, clears his whole plate, cleaning up after himself in the same quick and efficient manner. When he's done he relaxes back on the bed, absent-mindedly rubbing his stomach. It was good food and it was filling, which meant that Dean was pretty content. He raises an eyebrow watching Sam move around. "How's the head?"

[sizethirteenshoe]

Sam rubs absently at his temple with one hand while the other grasps a bottle of water.

"It sucks. I think I'm gonna have to call it a night."

[savethehallmark]

"Must be bad, you never sleep early." He seems concerned, watching Sam as he moves around. "Y'want me to take the floor? I mean... we could share."

[sizethirteenshoe]

Sam nods -- mistake -- and says, "Pretty bad. Probably from being in the car too long. Shoulders are really tense." He returns to the bed and grabs the pillow he's been leaning against. "I don't think there's room, Dean. I'll take the floor.."

[savethehallmark]

Dean frowns slightly, typical that Sam would think that. When his brother moves to grab the pillow Dean moves behind him, hands immediately going to Sam's shoulder and thumbs pushing tightly in some semblance of a massage, feeling the knotted up muscles. "Don't be an ass, you take the bed, I'll take the floor."

[sizethirteenshoe]

God, that doesn't feel so bad. A massage would great, but it isn't in the cards. Noone would be open at this time of night, assuming this town even had a massage therapist.

"I'm not being an ass. You've slept on the floor enough, with all these haunted house stake outs and shit. You take the bed, l'll take the floor."

[savethehallmark]

Dean pushes his thumbs more and more firmly into Sam's broad shoulders, working his way among them. Even now, he was in big brother mode, trying to take care of Sam. "Jesus Sammy when was the last time you even stretched, feels like some old lady's been knittin' with your muscles." He keeps up with his impromptu massage. "An' you're taking the bed, no questions."

[sizethirteenshoe]

"Dean," he says, then an involuntary groan takes over his vocal chords. "That... feels pretty good, actually..." The angle is a little awkward and Dean is pushing him into air instead of a mattress, so falling forward is a risk. "I'll sleep on the floor, Dean It isn't lava... Ohhhhhhh, right there... yesssss..."

[savethehallmark]

Dean chuckles to himself, he figured even Sam could only complain for so long. "Okay, down on the bed, 'm givin' your ass a massage whether you like it or not. Then tomorrow I can spend the day bitchin' about how you took the bed." Because he would make Sammy do this.

[sizethirteenshoe]

"Dean..." he began, but his brother is obviously not going to take 'no' for an answer. Besides, he hurts, dammit. Sam drops to the mattress on his knees then drops the next step further so he is lying on his front, head to one side. The t-shirt might need to come off for this to work, but he hasn't taken it off yet. "Fine, fine... thanks..."

[savethehallmark]

Dean grins, he definitely liked getting his way. He swings a leg over Sam, practically kneeling behind him and sets to work, his hands massaging roughly into Sam's shoulders, trying to work out what felt like a decade of tension, hell it probably was a decade of tension. He is beginning to realize though that the t-shirt did need to go, if only because it was cumbersome. He leans back to a position where he's sitting on Sam's legs, tugging the t-shirt towards Sam's head. "Arms up, princess, promise I won't stare."

[sizethirteenshoe]

Dean always likes getting his way and sometimes, it's just as well to let him, because really? Who wants to deal with a testy and/or sulking big brother? Besides, Sam knows he can use a decent massage and Dean has the strength behind the hands to get to all his knots.

He tries not to make pitiful noises of need as his shoulders are assaulted, but it isn't easy to contain them. He sighs at being called 'princess', but raises his arms. The t-shirt goes away somewhere and he doesn't care.

"God, Dean, this feels..." A groan finishes that sentence.

[savethehallmark]

Deans warm hands set to work once more, this time on Sam's bare skin, he had to admit he was kinda enjoying giving Sammy the massage, maybe it was nice to just relax and take care of him for once, rather than the two of them bitching and fighting at each other. "I know Sammy, learned everything I got from the magic fingers." He does chuckle slightly at Sam's groaning though.

[sizethirteenshoe]

Bitching and fighting is how some siblings communicate. Sam knows that and figures if he and Dean didn't let off some steam at each other from time to time, they might explode inappropriately at someone. Of course, Dean might do that anyway, but that was beside the point.

Sam isn't thinking about fighting with Dean right now. He's thinking about how good the massage feels. about realizing how much his muscles are hurting, about the weight of Dean as he straddles his legs just behind his hips, about that warm chuckle his brother has that he doesn't hear nearly enough.

"You have magic fingers," he murmurs, head turned to one side, eyes closed.

[savethehallmark]

Dean has a smile on his lips at that last comment, slowly moving further down Sam's back, his fingers digging into muscle like he was kneading a loaf of bread, he shifted slightly, waking up dying legs, maybe putting just a little bit more of his weight on practically sitting on Sam.

"Oh yeah? Maybe I should start chargin' you quarters." It was nice to watch Sam's face while he massaged, watching his brother peaceful and relaxed in a way he didn't often get to in recent years.

[sizethirteenshoe]

He didn't mind the weight, trusting his brother not to accidentally put his knee into Sam's calf or something.

"You won't charge me," he said, sounding very relaxed. "Oh, God... lower... please... yessss..."

[savethehallmark]

Dean chuckles again. "Y'sure about that? Might just hussle you for all of your quarters." Although he does fulfil Sammy's requests, moving lower along Sam's spine, working out any knots he comes across. "Might wanna keep it down there, people are gonna get the wrong idea."

[sizethirteenshoe]

"I don't care what people think," Sam replies. "And you won't hustle me... 'cause I'm your brother, man..." The massage feels so incredibly good. When was the last time someone had done this for him? He tenses: Jess. God, that was forever ago...

[savethehallmark]

Dean smiles, the two of them would probably agree on the not caring about other people front. His smile falters though when he feels Sam tensing suddenly beneath him. "You okay Sammy? 'cause I know you didn't tense up 'cause you remembered we're related."

[sizethirteenshoe]

That makes Sam tense up more. He hadn't been thinking about how someone might misunderstand what they're doing. How many people have thought they were a gay couple over the years? And how much did Dean, in particular, hate that?

"Huh? What, no, I..." He isn't feeling relaxed anymore. He'd been thinking about how amazing it felt to be touched by someone he trusted.

[savethehallmark]

Dean doesn't budge from his seated position on Sam but his hands settle into a resting position. "You okay Sammy? Actin' kinda weird compared to five seconds ago."

[sizethirteenshoe]

Sam takes a deep breath and tries to relax. He doesn't want to freak his brother out, but too many weird thoughts and feelings are swirling through his head. After Jess had given him a massage, they'd made love. Jess, the woman he was going to marry, assuming she'd accepted his proposal.

The weight of Dean and the touch of Dean and his trust in Dean -- God, his brother would think he was more of a freak than he already does if he tells him he's getting a hard-on.

"Nothin', just... thought of something, but... it isn't important." He closes his eyes and tries to think of icebergs.