"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."