Supernatural Imagines

Who gets the Bed (Dean)

Once you agreed to travel with Dean and Sam you were so excited. You're first case was a vampire nest. So cool. 

But once you got to the motel you threw your stuff on the floor and eyed the two beds. "Well this is a problem." You huffed looking to your companions. 

"What?" Dean asked putting his stuff down too. 

"There are only two beds." You pointed out. 

"So?" Dean asked. 

"If you haven't noticed dumbass, there are three of us. So unless someone wants to sleep on the hard cold floor we are going to have to figure this out." 

"Well Sam and I can't sleep together, the both of us won't fit in the bed." Dean argued. 

"Oh hell no," You started. "There is no way I'm sleeping with either of you." 

"Why not." Dean stated plainly. 

"For one, you'll probably get to handsie, which will mean I'll have to stab you, and Sam looks terrified with the thought of me sharing a bed with him." You said looking to Sam who was exceptionally pale. "I vote you take the floor the first night, do I have a second." 

"I second that." Sam pipped in. 

Dean stood there looking flabbergasted as you and Sam both claimed one of the beds. "Don't worry, we'll switch out on every case." You said hiding back a giggle as you looked at Dean who stood there looking like a dog who was sent to the kennel. 

*****

You awoke the next morning to you curled up in something warm, smooth, and breathing. And that same thing had their head buried in your hair breathing down on you. You shot up in bed and looked down to see Dean sleeping next to you in bed with his shirt off and his one arm that was under your neck, and the other was placed on your hip. 

At first you were frozen, and then anger boiled up in you as you shoved Dean with all your might off the bed back onto the floor. 

He landed with a loud thud that woke Sam up in the bed over. He was holding a knife in his hand looking ready to attack. "What is it?!" He asked a little dazed. 

Dean sat up groaning from off the floor, and Sam looked down at him confused. But you had your arms crossed as you tried to contain you anger. "This... this... freak got in my bed and cuddled with me!" You yelled. 

"So, no one is hurt?" Sam asked. 

"I just landed on my head." Dean pointed out, but when you shot him a death glare he turned away.

"He violated me!" You protested. 

"Hey, I may have gotten into bed with you, but you were the one who started the cuddling. I couldn't just push you away, you looked so cute sleeping, you didn't have your usual bitch face on, and you were warm. You guys have no idea how cold that floor was." Dean said trying to reason with you. 

"There is no way in hell I would cuddle with you." 

"Sorry sister," Dean smirked. "But you enjoyed the cuddle, and so did I." 

"Ugh!" You screamed throwing your hands in the air.