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They were pros at it now.
When they’d first tried to share a bed, all of them had woken up at some point with an interesting bruise in an interesting place courtesy of a stray elbow or knee. There had been talk at one point of a...

Art by @blue-reveries 

They were pros at it now.

When they’d first tried to share a bed, all of them had woken up at some point with an interesting bruise in an interesting place courtesy of a stray elbow or knee. There had been talk at one point of a spare bed pushed against their big bed to add space but Cas had wisely observed that one of them would inevitably end up in the crack between the beds. Then, as their attempts at finding that perfect sleeping position failed time and time again, there was despair.

But it didn’t last too long, thank fuck.

Soon their bodies adjusted to being forced into sharing a not quite big enough space between three full grown men. They learned that Dean made the perfect filling the the “bedtime sandwich” (Jimmy coined the phrase) since he slept like the dead and hardly moved. Cas preferred the side of the bed closest to the window while Jimmy eagerly claimed the area furthest away from the potential sunlight.

Some nights they slept at what would be seen as a “normal” distance with small space between them though they always touched somewhere but the majority of the time, they could be found pressed together without a scant inch separating them. Nobody woke up with any bruises or muscle aches anymore, at least not any bruises that hadn’t been meticulously planned or any aches that hadn’t been gleefully earned.

After three years, they’d mastered the art of the three person sleeping position and took every opportunity to hone their skills.

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