"Fine, but if you hog the blankets, I'm kicking you onto the floor," he answered back, smirking a bit to himself. He was pretty damn sure there would be no one kicked out of the bed, and they'd probably share as well as they always did, even if Sam's feet were cold and Dean wriggled and neither of them could deny the fact they snored.
Sitting on the end of the bed, Dean started to take his boots off, eyeing the television as it played some infomercial of some kind. "Funny how things work out, huh? We ended up hunters, raised by a dude who should've thought hunters were apes." He just couldn't get rid of the thought that their parents would have made an incredible team if they'd had the right lives.
Then again, he and Sam might never have been born, and if they were, Sam would have been a Man of Letters. Dean would have been a hunter. He didn't think they'd be even half as close as they were now.