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You had planned to have gone out with Sam, Dean and Cas to some hunt which they were quite excited about. Well... when you say 'excited', Dean had been the only one who you remember being all jumpy and happy about it. You think it was about werewolves or something like that. Sam hadn't been too keen and told you it was nothing.
You could tell there had been something up with him though. Sam had been a little quiet with you recently. You just didn't have the heart to say what you thought of him, to make him feel better of course but you still didn't have the guts. Although Cas had been his usual formal self. His can do attitude was what nearly got you out of bed that day.
It wasn't that you were too lazy to go, it just had been a rough few weeks and you couldn't physically go. To the point where you pictured Dean dragging you to the Impala. But that didn't happen.
Next thing you knew, you had been in bed for a couple of hours or more. The bunker being really quiet without the boys presence. You kinda liked it. You'd be lying if you didn't.
After freshening up with some more comfortable clothes of your choice, washing yourself quickly and then tying your hair back into a messy bun. Grabbing a quick something from the kitchen as a snack, noticing that the cupboards were near enough empty but there was a few some things to be eaten.
Your body must have felt really drowsy by this point and you found yourself back in bed within a few minutes after eating. You knew by now you really needed to sleep whilst you could other wise you would never be able to keep up with the Winchesters again. Although now you left Sam being the awkward third wheel between Dean and Castiel.
Your relationship with Sam had been nice but you were questioning what state of mind your relationship was in. Nothing had ever happened between the two of you but you both had always had the occasional flirt and little thing while Dean and Cas were busy talking about whatever.
Dean had been teasing Sam about you, you had noticed. By accident of course, you were in the living room while the brothers were in the kitchen drinking beer. You over heard Dean talking about you to Sam. But you were in denial.
All this thinking had made you fall into a deep sleep. A deep sleep being a good few hours past tea time, you knew the brothers and Cas would probably be back by then.
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Waking up from your slumber, it had already begun to get dark. By now you had gotten into the habit into doing this when you did sleep, you checked out the window from your bed, the moonlight shining through the curtain. You huffed and turned to look at the time. You had to cover your mouth with the bed sheets as you almost yelled out. Finding a figure in the bed next to you.
Beside you had lay Sam Winchester, his figure as sharp as you thought it was. He had turned to his front. His hair all over his pillow. Eyes closed, sleeping soundly. You sort of smirk at him. His top half was uncovered. His toned skin with muscles really made you wonder why he'd think of coming in here with you.
Surely this was an obvious sign of your relationship. But you didn't want to get ahead of yourself. You had really took a liking to Sam since you started hunting with the Winchesters.
At this point, you weren't exactly sure what to do with Sam Winchester in your bed. Do you go? Do you stay? He obviously didn't want you to go. You could do with a little more relaxing than staying up all night. You glanced over to your digital clock on the bed side table closest to Sam, it said; '9:45'
'Is that it?' You thought, resting your head back on the pillow. You thought it would have been later than that.
Your breathing suddenly hitched when you realised this is the closest you'd ever been to Sam. Especially in bed. You turned over so that your back was facing him. For a few moments it had been quite thick with air and you found it hard to get back to sleep. How did you not notice him?
Before you knew it, you had found a tight embrace as Sam wrapped himself around you, his strong arms around your waist. You could feel his warmth against you. You silently breathed out, letting yourself relax. 'It's okay. Relax. He'll notice you're tensing' His breath tickled your neck, he was probably half awake as you could tell when he kissed your cheek.
"Relax (y/n), hope you don't mind" He murmured into your ear.
"Of course not" You replied with the same volume as he did, turning your head to rub against his in your embrace, you felt your muscles in your shoulders soften.
"I love you (y/n)"
You smirked to yourself as he sighed getting as close to you as possible, you managed to slip out under all your ecstatics, "I love you too Sam"
End~Laurenthebumblebee.
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You find it hard to keep up with the Winchesters when it came to their routine. Routine came less sleep and more hunting. It had been a rough couple of weeks for you as cases had become more regular. As the brothers had gone out one night, you slacked behind. You ended up sleeping in your room of the bunker for more than a couple of hours. You wake up to find Sam Winchester next to you asleep. Hope you liked reading
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Hey Uhm this may be kinda stupid and awkward but I was wondering if you could read this and tell me what you think fav.me/daparq2
It's my first Supernatural fanfic and I was wondering if you thought it was good
I look up to you as a writer and I was wondering if you thought it was good ❤️️ Thanks