Supernatural imagines

Can't sleep reader x sam

Y/N pov:
It was a long day at school, but finally being off for holiday break was a perk. If you teachers weren't ass hats and gave 3 FSE's out, and 2 books to read. All due after the break, so only 2 weeks to get a months worth of work done. You had your book in hand, and curled up in bed reading Catcher and the rye, a book your English teacher assigned. You were on chapter 10 when You heard the door open and then your wonderful boyfriend opened the door. "Babe, it's midnight." He stated, while taking off his jacket and shirt. "Book." You mumbled and he sat next to you on the bed and moved the book so he could see the cover. "I had to read that, it's not a bad book. I think your sleep is a little more important than Holden though." You rolled your eyes, and he moved my head so we were looking each other in the eyes. "Babe, your eyes are blood shot. Take a break and get some shut eye." He slid under the covers and took the book from you before You had a chance to protest. He slid it onto the nightstand and pulled you down next to him. Sam slung an arm around your waist and pulled you close, Kissing your forehead. "Good night, I love you." He mumbled, and you giggled "night, love you too."
It was a few hours latter, about 2 am and you couldn't sleep. The projects and exams coming up running through your head. You moved to grab the book but Sam pulled you down. "No..... Sleep...." He mumble, and you sighed and reached over to the table and grabbed the book. You slowly got out of bed and made your way to the living room. Turning on a lamp and quickly making some coffee in the kitchen. You were dead beat tired for sure, but hopefully the coffee would wake you up. "Babe." You heard Sam say, probably confused as to where you were. "Y/n?" He said and walked over to you. "Shit." You mumbled and heard Sam sigh. "Babe, come on, you need sleep." He whispered, lifting you up bridal style and carrying you back to the bedroom. "Not tired." You mumbled and Sam laughed "lies." He said "sleep is for the weak." You mumbled as he laid you down onto the bed. "Then I'm weak." He said, and pulled the covers over both of you. "Would it help if I read a bit of the book?" He asked and you mumbled "sure." He grabbed the book and flipped it open to the page you were at. You could faintly hear him reading it, but your mind was soon blank and the room went black.