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

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

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.

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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?

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?"

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."

"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?"

"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?"

"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."

He rolled his eyes, pushing Gabriel again before scooting a little closer. Damn it, Gabriel was warm and he was still half asleep. He could use that as an excuse. "Lucky you." He mumbled softly, smirking into the pillow.

"So, you get drunk off your ass and the person whose bed you decide to crash is mine. Should I be honored?" Okay he couldn't help laughing at how that sounded. God this was insane. The angel was insane. At least he wasn't finding a way to torment Sam that involved his powers.

"Dean's was busy, yours is practically empty." He gave Sam a look at all the pushing, debating the logistics of accusing him of being a giraffe. Or just a really grabby sloth. "If you're not honored, I'll..."

What could he even threaten? "Drink all the booze in your minifridge. On the other hand, be nice and I'll make this thing big enough to fit you, giraffe."

There. That was better than a sloth, right?

"I didn't say I wasn't, Gabriel." He sighed before turning back onto his stomach. His face was completely buried in the pillow as he spoke, muffled. "Name your price." He turned, one eye open as he peeked at him. "You make this bed bigger and I'll give you anything I swear. I am so sick of sleeping on beds that I can't fit on."

He didn't even care how bad that sounded or how much trouble it could get him in. Gabriel was bound to ask for something horrible or embarrassing, right? Well, if it meant Sam getting a good nights sleep? Yeah he couldn't give a damn.

"You can have the booze in the minifridge by the way. Except the beer. You stay out of my beer. I already have to fight Dean to stay out of it."

One snap of his fingers and the bed was cushy, plush, and at least one size larger. At least, though of course the colors were as tacky as all get-out. Gabriel was drunk and could have flopped anywhere, but cushier was better by far. Also, one of the mini bottles of booze was in his hands already, and half of it consumed in the blink of an eye.

"Better?" He winks.

Oh my GOD was the only thing he could think the moment the bed changed. He let out a long, low moan as he sunk deeper into the bed. "I could kiss you right now." He mumbled before tugging the blankets over himself.

He peeked at the bottle for a moment, rolling his eyes and snorting. Hey, if Gabriel wanted to funnel more alcohol that was fine. He just hoped the angel would at least let him rest if not sleep. After a few moments he scooted though, pressing his back against his side.

He would still claim it was cause the guy was warm.

"Easy, big boy. Y'gotta woo me first," the angel joked, poking Sam in the middle of his back teasingly. Another few swallows and that was the end of that bottle, which was unceremoniously tossed to the foot of the bed. "You kids should really splurge on better motels."

He squirmed, reaching out and swatting at his hip. "Oh yeah like that'll happen." He lifted his head, pushing up on his elbows slowly. "You couldn't handle me." He smirked before making a face at Gabriel. "Yeah we could do that. Or you could just hang out and give me an awesome bed to sleep in every night."

Gabriel scoffed at the thought of Sam being too much. "I handled Kali. And I wasn't kidding when I said she was all hands, Sam." He laid back a bit more and stretched his arms. "Might be amusing, if just to hear about the rash of... what, bed replacement crimes? Is that even a crime?"

He started laughing when he mentioned Kali, making a face. "No. You...just no I don't want to hear about you and Kali. Plus I wasn't meaning in the whole...you know what? Nope. Nevermind. I'm going to sleep." He stretched out, turning away from Gabriel again before relaxing.

"Doubt its a crime, but still would be funny." He mumbled, closing his eyes.

The angel looked at Sam for a moment, all raised brows, as if seeing him for the first time. "Yeah, yeah, you do that. You weirdos and your... sleeping."

He made another trip to the little fridge and collected the rest of the bottles. Just because one of them was being a spoil-sport didn't mean that the party had to end. Gabriel stretched out there and tried them all out, making notes about each label that he'd easily forget about by the time daylight started to creep in.

"Hey sleep is good. Just because you don't need to doesn't mean you shouldn't try. Feels amazing honestly." He looked over his shoulder, watching Gabriel with the bottles before smirking and reaching back to grab a mini bottle of coconut rum before Gabriel could drink it.

Yeah he just needed to give up. He wasn't going to get any more sleep. He'd gotten a couple hours which from the sounds coming from the other side of the wall, his brother was getting even less.

"Can't. Not really a thing angels were designed to do." Gabriel pondered that for a moment before he decided that it was a little too depressing, watching Sam swipe the bottle with no small amount of satisfaction. "Besides, you bug me enough and I can just follow you in there. You'd never be rid of me."

He sat up and leaned back against the pillows and headboard. He was staring at Gabriel, twisting the top on the bottle before taking a sip. "Me bug you!?" He gave the angel one of his best bitchfaces before downing the whole bottle. "You bug me more than I bug you." Which wasn't entirely true.

"Pfft. Please. My adorable self? How would I possibly bug anyone?" he teased Sam, smirking and opening a new bottle of his own. Whiskey. ...terrible whiskey, but down it went all the same. "I suppose I could just keep you here in this hour until you agreed with me..."

Sam tossed the now empty bottle in the trash can next to the bed. He craned his neck, looking at the other bottles before grabbing a bottle of whiskey as well. He had a bad feeling about drinking like this, but he would do with it.

"Am I supposed to be scared? You kept me in the same day for almost a year. I'm in this room alone with you. What is the worst you could do?" Which is probably the stupidest thing he could say to Gabriel, but he shrugged, swallowing down the contents of the whiskey bottle.

"There anymore coconut rum?"

Gabriel's smirk just increased. Really, Sam? Alone in the room with him and everything? "Really? Just how sleepy are you?"

But hey, never let it be said that he couldn't be generous; a snap of his fingers and there was a bottle of coconut rum sitting next to the giant Winchester.

"Well, I was pretty sleepy earlier, but I'm pretty much awake now. You might be an archangel, but unless you're planning on killing me or hurting me I'm not really worried about being alone with you. Hell, I'm alone with you right now." He glanced over at him before bumping his arm into him.

He grabbed the bottle immediately, twisting the top before taking a swig and smiling. "Thanks." He lifted the bottle.

Awake, and oblivious. But he could rest easily, since the archangel had no intention of hurting he and his brother. Monsters did enough of that on a daily basis. "Well, there's a lot ways you could take the worst I can do, for starters."

He took another swig before looking at Gabriel with a raised eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Name a few." Sam shifted, moving one of the pillows behind him.

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