A lil’ ficlet I wrote back when I tried to condense an AU into a short one-shot. It…didn’t work. Anyway, hope you like it!
A gust of air entered the house, making a screeching noise as floorboards creaked, and Dipper curled up tighter around himself in the couch. The house wasn’t in the nicest of states, and from his sitting place he could see the clutters of moonbeams coming from the holes in the ceiling and illuminating the kitchen, but it was the only one they’d found that wasn’t falling completely apart or a nest of vermin and gnomes. That there was a still-usable couch had been a miracle in itself, even if the beds were a lost cause due to water-logging and putrefaction.
The house didn’t completely shelter them from the outside, but it was still better than being out in the freezing cold, and from his position Dipper could see if anything tried to sneak on them. It was a small comfort, even if he felt about to break into shivers.
"You should sleep, Pine Tree," a familiar voice said from the other side of the couch, and Dipper sent him a short glance before looking back to the moonbeams. "Your funny human bodies don’t take well to sleep-deprivation. Neither do your minds, for that matter."