Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Sam groaned, mashing his pillow over his face; if he couldn't smother Dean, then maybe he could smother himself – at least then he'd get some sleep.
He let out a muffled sob into the faded fabric and punched the mattress in frustration.
ZZZ-Zzzz-ZZzzz-hngGGggh-Ppbhww- zZZzzzZZ . . .
Having their own space at the bunker had made Sam forget the delights of sharing a motel room with Dean and his stuffed sinuses.
And the worst thing was, he knew what came next.
Zzzzzz … *snort* … "jeez Sammy, quit tossin' and turnin' will ya; you're keepin' me awake."