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Sleeping Beauty (Sam fluff)

for this imagine (and the majority of anything Sam/Dean) you'll be his s/o (like I said, I try to keep it gender neutral let me know if you see a slip up!!), a hunter who met the Winchesters when you were all teens, and have worked as a trio ever since shortly after meeting. you don't have a freaking sob story aside from the already tragic hunting life, I'm sorry. you didn't kill your own parents or run away from home. boring, I know. but now onto the good stuff!

After a tiring hunt, it wasn't unusual for you and the Winchester brothers to pass out the second you returned to whatever crappy motel you were inhabiting. And although Sam and Dean did just that today, you started to get other ideas.

You couldn't help it that your boyfriend's long hair looked so cute when he was sleeping. You couldn't help it that you hadn't gotten the chance to braid anyone's hair since before you moved into the hunting business. And you sure couldn't hold yourself back when he was so far under he snored like the moose he was.

So, with Sam snoozing away face down and Dean doing the same in his adjacent queen bed, you carefully lowered yourself to sit on Sammy. You knew you ran the risk of waking him, but nothing could beat the feel of his muscular back. Having a little trouble keeping your giggles to yourself, you let your hands take over as you mindlessly gathered his hair into the best braid you could manage. The soothing rise and fall of his chest and the weaving pattern your fingers moved in made you so peaceful, you could've died happy right then.

Unfortunately, right then is also when Dean stirred in his sleep. You saw the next second in slow motion - Dean rolling, rolling, rolling, and sliding right off the bed. Hitting the matted carpet with a huge thump and a string of very loud and very obscene curses, Dean surely woke your sleeping beauty right up. Without enough time to undo Sam's braids and cover your tracks, it was the best you could do to roll off of him, frantically moving despite probably having already lost.

Dean, now standing and rubbing his back, gathered his wits and looked quizzically at you two. Sam was groping strangely at the back of his head in confusion and you were red in the face, still tangled up with Sam slightly. He squinted for a moment, but then his face lit up with realization.

"Is that.... A braid? Aw Sammy, you look so cute!" He laughed and shook his head. "Ridiculous," this time in a murmur.

"(Y/n)..... What did you do to my hair?" A slow head turn and a piercing death glare were all you needed to see from Sam to know this was your cue to run. And boy, did you sprint.

Soon, you found yourself laughing so hysterically it was almost hard to breathe, running still bent over from the giggles. Sam was chasing after you in the dead parking lot, both of you screaming and squealing as you swerved. "Get back here! My hair is sacred!"

Laughing too hard to go full speed, Sam was easily gaining on you. "I must say, your sacred hair is soft as hell! How do you keep it so soft? What are your secrets, Sammy? Care to shar- ahhh!!" you yelled in response, getting cut off by him yanking you into his arms from behind. Both of you still shaking and chuckling, he holds you tightly against him and you give in, leaning your head back on his shoulder. You tilt your head slightly to smile up at him, and he's grinning down at you already. You make a move to kiss him, and he leans in slowly, but then stops abruptly with his fingers in front of your mouth.

"Babe," he breathed out in a whisper, and you pout and open your eyes.

"What?"

"... You're gonna take this out, right?"