More LJ prompting: "Sam/Dean, cuddling (IDGAF THEY SO CUDDLE)." This one definitely makes the most sense as slash, guys, so watch out!

At night Dean's an octopus.

Sleepy nose finds ribcage, tentative fingers probe hips. With snuffling sighs and half-formed words a foot will find an anklebone and curl over, downward. A warm thigh will blanket a knee. An ear will find a heartbeat. Arms will drift around Sam's torso, drag him suction cup tight.

If Sam can get a palm free he'll pass it over Dean's forehead, into his hair and down the scratchy jawline to his knockout cherry lips. Hot breath will ghost past his skin, cool air in its wake.

Dean's an octopus, and Sam's his willing prey.