WOW Pillow: Sam reflects on one of the brothers' less (or maybe more) memorable motel stays.

Sam's POV

Disclaimer: don't own them and I don't suppose that's going to change anytime soon.


Dean had been so outraged when we found just one bed in the room.

"We're not sharing that friggin' bed," he said …

"What d'ya mean it was the only room left?" he said …

"I'm gonna sue their asses off," he said …

But now the great, sprawling lump is snoring like a newborn, treating my shoulder as a pillow, drooling into my armpit, stealing the quilt and sleepily pawing me about through his pervy dreams. It's like sharing a bed with a goddamned octopus.

Well, not for much longer.

This is where my cold feet will come in really handy.