spn_springfling | Three People, Two Guns and One Bed for akadougal

Title: Three People, Two Guns and One Bed
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-13

Written by

akadougal!

Dean slammed the Impala door shut. "What do you mean, the only place in town?"

Sam sighed, pulling out his duffel from the trunk. "I mean, it's the only motel in town with a room tonight."

"A room with only one bed." Dean raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "Funny how that turned out."

"You think I planned it, Dean? Like I called the motel hours before while we were driving on the road and asked for them to leave one room open for us with only one bed this weekend. Yeah, that's what happened."

"Shut up," Dean groaned, too tired to continue the argument. "Let's just get some sleep man. That shapeshifter bitch took a bite out of my shoulder or something."

Sam snorted. "Beaten by a little girl once again."

"I said shut it!"

Sam played with the key to the room in his pocket as they climbed the stairs to the second floor of the complex. Dean shuffled slowly to the door of their room and leaned his forehead against it, waiting for Sam to let him in.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Sam asked. He pushed the door open and moved to catch Dean as he fell forward into the room.

"I'mmmafine," Dean mumbled, dropping his duffel onto a chair by the door and face planting into the bed.

Sam chuckled. "Right." He set his duffel down next to Dean's and reached forward to untie Dean's boots. As he set down the right boot on the floor, his ears caught a small scuffle coming from the bathroom.

"Dean!" he hissed, reaching around to grab his gun. Sam shook at his brother's shoulder, then smacked him on the head when he didn't rouse.

"Whaa?" Dean rubbed his eyes and moved to fall back asleep again, but Sam smacked him harder and glared at the bathroom door and then back at him, keeping his gun pointed in the bathroom's direction.

Dean shot up, instinct and adrenaline guiding his actions as he dug in his jacket for his gun and aimed at the door. Silently, the two walked over to the door and after a few head nods, mouthed orders and a round of rock, paper, scissors, Dean kicked open the door.

"Whoa! Don't shoot I didn't do anything!"

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm Chuck." Chuck swallowed nervously, his hand still up in the air in a sign of surrender. "All I want is a bed to sleep in tonight."

"Well sorry pal, but this bed is taken."

"I happened to pay for it and I'd like to keep it." Chuck said."If you don't mind," he added after seeing the look on Dean's face.

"What?" Dean cried. "No you didn't, we did."

"But so did I!" Chuck argued.

"And yet so did we." Sam added.

"Hold on, I'm confused. And I'm never confused!" Dean protested.

Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Really?" Dean said.

"Yeah," Sam said.

"Damn that shapeshifter!"

"Look Chuck," Sam said. "We paid for this room. I've got the receipt to prove it."

"So you see pal, one of us has to leave, and let me tell you, it sure won't be the two of us." Dean nodded toward the door and shrugged. "Sorry."

Chuck sighed and pulled out a key identical looking to Sam's. "Looks like someone downstairs got confused. Computer glitch or something. That woman seemed to be paying more attention to her knitting magazine than her actual business."

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed. "Is this some way of asking me to have a threesome with you Sammy because it sure as hell ain't working."

"Dean!"

"Oh," Chuck's eyes widened. "You two are . . ."

"We're brothers!" Sam exclaimed.

"Oh so NOW we're brothers." Dean grumbled.

"Would you just shut up?"

"Not to interrupt," Chuck began to say. "We still haven't solved who's sleeping where, and also with whom, tonight."

Dean glared at the man. "Christo," he mumbled.

"What?"

Dean shared a quick look with Sam before sitting back down on the bed. "There's probably another town 50 miles or so with a motel open. I'll give you 50 bucks to leave and find another place to stay tonight."

"100," Chuck countered.

"75, final offer," Dean shot back.

Chuck shrugged. "Okay, deal. Let me just grab my bag and I'll be out of your way."

"Just like that?" Sam asked.

"Hey, don't question the guy Sam, let him go. I want to sleep." Dean leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes.

Sam dug around in his jacket for his wallet, pulling out a few bills and handing them to Chuck. "75 even."

"Neat!" Chuck counted the bills and shoved them into his back pocket. "So um, good night then?"

"'Night Chucky McChuckerton," Dean said from the bed.

Sam shook his head and walked over to the door, opening it up to let Chuck out. "Long day," he offered in explanation.

"Don't worry, I've had a few of those myself." Chuck smiled. "Enjoy your stay."

Sam smiled grimly and shut the door.

"What time isssit?" Dean said.

"1:30. Time for little Deans to go to sleep. Boots off and guns tucked neatly away." Sam leaned down to untie Dean's left boot.

"You mean I was standing there the entire time with only one boot on? Great . . ."

"I'm sure he wasn't concerned with your feet, Dean. More like he was concerned about that gun you had pointed in his face."

"Fair point." Dean sat up and rummaged around in his duffel. "I was saving these for tomorrow, but since it already is, and all." He pulled out a box and handed it to Sam.

"Chocolates? Really?" Sam laughed.

"Hey, don't say I never did anything for you." Dean smirked and grabbed Sam's belt to pull him closer.

"But I didn't get you anything," Sam said.

"Oh, I have a few ideas in mind." Dean leaned back and let Sam fall on top of him.

"Happy Anniversary," Sam said, nipping softly at Dean's neck.

"You always got to act the girl." Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair. "Bitch."

Sam set the chocolates on the nightstand and flicked off the light, curling up next to Dean. "Love you too, jerk."