You wake up in a cold sweat, your face covered in the liquid. Springing up, you hyperventilate and stare directly in front of you wide eyed. Sam feels the sudden movement and wakes up to see you shaking.

He sets his his hand on your shoulder which makes you jump and look at him. Sitting up next to you, he gives you a concerned look. You begin to cry, and start shaking your head. Pulling you into a tight hug, he pets your hair and chants softly.

"Your alright now, nothing is going to hurt you. I wont let anything hurt you. Your okay, it was just a dream."

"I-I wish! She died right in front of me!"

Your tears fell even faster as Sam held you tightly, wispering words of comfort. His large figure practically swallowed you. In his warmth, you found comfort and a sense of protection, like he wanted to protect you from the world itself.

After what seemed like hours, Sam released you, giving you a concerned look. You nod and smile thankfully as you move a strand of hair behind your ear. He runs his hand through his hair and gives you a nervous smile.

After one last hug, you both lay back down, this time you snuggle your head into his chest and he wraps his arm around your back protectively.

You had never really told Sam and/or Dean about your past. All they knew was that a demon killed your mother, and you lived with Bobby for 8 years before joining them. You neglected to tell them because you felt that if they knew they might treat you differently.

You liked the way they treated you, like a best friend they could rely on, and not some poor injured puppy that had to be protected at all times (though god knows they've tried).

You wake to a sleepy Sam and an already dressed laughing Dean arguing.

"Woohoo Sammy's gonna get some!" Dean teased.

Sam glared at Dean from where he sat "It's not like that you jerk."

Dean laughed "Well then excuse me for observing my brother who looked pretty content snuggled up next to (Y/N)." He points at you.

You groggily sit up and rub your eye "I had a nightmare you ass."

He laughs "Yea, I'm sure being stuck sleeping with him is a nightmare."

You and Sam both throw on the strongest bitchfaces you have ever made and aim them directly at Dean. He begins to walk backwsrds towards the door, jacket in hand, and makes a heart with his hands, mouthing the words 'made for each other.' You and Sam look at each other and sigh.

"How's your ankle?" He asks, as he stands and Dean leaves.

"Better now. I don't like the idea of staying behind, but to be honest it may be the best thing right now." He slides on a v-neck, then puts one of his plaid shirts on over it.

"Though i guess we've got the bunker for you to stay at... I really just wish I could have been there to-" you cut him off and look into his big, puppy dog eyes.

"I'm fine Sam, all I need is for you to be safe and give me someone to talk to besides the idiot out getting us drinks."

He laughs "Alright, but until we find another case I'm not leaving your side." You try to hide your smile.

"Deal, now hand me my clothes would ya?" He grabs your bag and sets it next to you.

You begin to dig through it as he grabs his toothbrush and heads to the bathroom. You follow him with your eyes and wait until he is out of sight. Grabbing the bottom of your shirt, you slide it over your head, revealing your bra. You take your t-shirt and slide it on, only to see that as you put your shirt on, Sam is watching you in the mirror's reflection.

Balling up your pajama shirt, you throw it at him "Quit peaking!"

Laughing, he catches the shirt "First of all, your the one that wanted to change in the open. Second, I'm keeping this." He holds up the projectile.

"No way give it back!" You whine.

He takes it and puts it in his bag zipping it shut. You frown as Dean comes back in, coffee in hand.

"We ready?" He asks, closing the door.

"As I'll ever be." You sigh and take your drink.

You never have been the biggest fan of coffee, so they always bring you hot chocolate. Dean grabs your bag as Sam hold his hand out to help you. You try to stand, but are denied when Sam sweeps you into his arms, carrying you bridal style.

"Can't let you walk on an injured leg." He smirks.

You squeak slightly from the sudden movement "Ack! A little warning next time! Anymore scares and I'll have a heart attack!"

Dean opens the door and steps aside with a slight frown "I could have done that."

Sam walks you over to the impala and slides you into the backseat while Dean goes into the office to return the key "Make sure to keep it elevated."

"Right away doctor sexy." You wink and internally laugh at the reference.

He teases back by throwing his hair around and making a funny face. You both burst out laughing and continue giggling until Dean comes back.

"You two sound like school girls."

"If we're school girls, then your the punk-ass playboy that slept with every girl in your grade." You reply with a chuckle.

"Toché." He smirks, turning on the radio.

Blarring from the radio is Walk This Way by Aerosmith, which you and Dean both start screaming along to as he began the long drive back to kansas.

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A long one just for you guys! Sorry it was kind of uneventfull, but we got to see you and Sam getting closer. See ya tomorrow!