"Sam…"

"Hmm…?"

*shuffling sheets* "I love you dude, but I'm this close to burning that book."

"Mmm…. Few more minutes…"

~ Half an hour later ~

*turning over* "Sammy…"

"Mmm… almost done…"

"You said that half an hour ago."

"I promise, Dean."

*turning back* "Yeah, okay…"

~ Twenty minutes later ~

*ruffling sheets* "Okay, that's it."

"Hey!"

"No. You need sleep, I need sleep, so SLEEP." *click*

"…Fine."

~ Ten minutes later ~

"Dean… you asleep?"

*sigh* "No Sam… I was just about to go skydiving…"

"Sorry…"

"What's wrong, Sammy?"

"I can't sleep."

"Do you want a glass of warm milk, princess?"

"Jerk."

"Bitch." *shuffling sheets, bedsprings creak*

"De- ow! That was my arm!"

"Well, if you had moved faster…"

"Dean… what are you doing?"

"I'm painting a picture Sam, what do you think I'm doing?"

"…Dean, that's not my hand."

"Oh, sorry. Get *shuffle shuffle* over here."

"What… Mmmm, warm."

"Now go to sleep, Sammy."

"Dean…?"

"Hmm?"

"Love you."

"Love you too, Sammy."