Disclaimer: Writing for fun and team pride, not for profit.
Sam snuffed his face into the pillow. It was too scratchy; not like the soft pillows at Pastor Jim’s. Then he flopped onto his back. The mattress was lumpy; not good lumpy, like the bed at Uncle Bobby’s in the room he shared with Dean. Sam tried to ignore the storm that was raging outside because it was the real reason he couldn’t sleep.
A particularly intense crack of lightning followed immediately by a booming roll of thunder sent Sam across the room into the other bed. He crawled in. No matter where they were, Dean was his favorite blanket.