A/N: A ficlet I wrote for Melzabelza, based on the following text post by Tumblr user jesusknoxville (URL probably subject to change):

imagine your otp furniture shopping for their brand new house and having a heated argument over which couch would look good in the living room, an argument then settled by a coin toss.

It gave me warm fuzzies so I added it to this very neglected collection. I hope you enjoy!

"Hey, Dean, come on, check out this one. It's perfect," Seth yelled across the room. Both Seth and Dean stood in a showroom at a Copenhagen furniture store filled with tasteful, modern living room sets. Dean whipped around and immediately scowled at the black leather sectional Seth gestured toward.

"No way," Dean scoffed, pressing down on the sofa so that it made a soft, sticky noise. "Like what the fuck is this for, the Marquis de Sade's dungeon or something? I want something like… cozy."

"Dude, you didn't even sit on it," Seth said.

Dean plopped down on the sofa and wiggled around on it, a disgusted look on his face all the while, before standing up again. "Yep, still sucks."

"Come on, man. I already told you, we're not getting that fucking plaid monstrosity you were all into at The Room Store."

"That was so fucking comfortable, though. Not like this piece of shit. I bet it would like, stick to my legs, too." Dean said. He reached for the price tag and his eyes widened as he looked at it. "They want $5,000 for this crap? I just want a fucking couch, not some museum-type shit."

"Hey, come on, this is a beautiful fucking sofa and it actually is ridiculously fucking comfortable, way better than that plaid shit. Like it's got memory foam and everything. But you won't even give it a fucking shot because you already made up your fucking mind. I'm sick of it."

"Yeah, I found something great at the first fucking store we went to, but then you had to drag me around to like ten other places with all of this overpriced ugly IKEA-looking shit and I'm kinda fucking sick of that."

"This is like the fourth place," Seth said. "Only the fourth fucking place." Seth's eyes shot daggers at Dean and he looked for a moment like he was going to go off on a tirade, but he instead sat back down on the sofa, crossed his arms over his chest, and fumed for a moment.

"Alright, fine," Seth finally said, fishing a quarter from his pocket. "I'm sick of this. You're sick of this. I'll tell you what. I'll flip this coin. You call it. You win, we buy your stupid fucking couch. I win, I get whichever one I want and you don't fucking complain."

"Okay," Dean sighed. "But if I win, you don't get to fucking bitch about the couch til the end of time."

"Alright," Seth said, preparing to toss the coin. "You call it."

"Uh, heads," Dean said.

Seth tossed the coin and caught it in his palm. He looked down at the coin and narrowed his eyes at it. "Alright, it's heads," he groaned.

Dean pushed his elbow toward himself in a celebratory gesture. "Yes!" Dean cheered, then laughed victoriously. His face then softened and he looked toward Seth. "Okay, so I pick the couch. You pick the bed. And all the sheets and shit. Whatever you want. They have beds you like here?"

Seth's eyes immediately brightened. "Yeah, I think so."