The way you woke up was not at all how you expected it. You wrenched open your eyes and immediately felt like closing them again. You were so very comfortable in the covers of this bed, and you had no intention of getting up at all.
Wait.
These weren't blankets.
These were two men's arms wrapped around your body accompanied by soft snores.
"Holy crap," you sighed to yourself. You had forgotten about the bike thing. Sam, to your left, nuzzled his nose into your neck like a dog. Dean just lay on your chest on your right. You tried to get up, but neither brother would let you.
Then, out of nowhere, Sam kissed your cheek and continued to snuggle or something. Dean only rubbed circles over your stitches softly. You tried to move again. Dean whined in response and grabbed your middle tightly. Sam did nothing.
"Guys?" you whispered.
"Hm...," Sam mumbled.
"Can I please get up?"
"Mm..." Finally, Dean moved so he was facing away from you and Sam retreated slightly. You could finally sit up properly. You winced at the pain in your side and the bruises on your leg, but still managed to slip off the mattresses and head towards the bathroom, limping only a little. You stared at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was all messed up and your clothes looked like they had been tampered with. Your eyes wandered to a duffel bag sitting next to the toilet.
"What the hell is in here?" you asked aloud, reaching for it and zipping it open. A few plaid shirts and some other clothes were on the top. You reached in and rummaged your hand before it brushed against something hard and metal. You grabbed it and found it was a gun.
A freaking gun. You silently set it back down before brushing your hair a little with your fingers and exiting the bathroom. Both brothers seemed to be waking up now, Dean already sitting up.
"Hi, guys," you said. Dean looked your way and nodded.
"Hey," he mumbled. He looked as if he didn't want to get up at all. Sam had barely moved from his previous position. "Sam," Dean said, pushing Sam's shoulder.
"Hm, what?" Sam said with some kind of whine in his voice, moving his head from the pillow.
"Get up, man. We still got to take what's-her-face to that thing."
Oh, crap. You hadn't even told them your name the day before.
"It's (YN) (LN)," you blurted.
"Right, (YN)," Sam mumbled. "Five minutes."
"Dude, get up," Dean sighed, pushing Sam hard enough to roll him over.
"Oh, come on," Sam said, rubbing his eyes. "That was, like, the best sleep I've ever had."
"Yeah, I know. Me too." Sam groaned and sat up. "Come on, we got to get her back to her work thing."
Oops. You had forgotten about work.
"Actually...," you interjected. "I'm not going back to work right now."
"What about all that stuff about your income or whatever?" Dean asked, standing and grabbing a pair of jeans off the floor.
"There are more important matters to discuss," you said quietly, limping a little over to the mattress.
"What do you mean, 'important matters'?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. I was just wondering why you have a gun in your duffel bag is all." Dean rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I thought I told you that was none of your business."
"It is now." You smoothed back your hair in annoyance. "Okay, seriously, are you really FBI? Or are you screwing with me?" Sam looked at Dean, who then shrugged.
"Look, uh...," Sam started slowly.
"The truth, please. None of that 'it's complicated' BS."
"Our names are Dean and Sam Winchester," Dean explained. "We hunt...things."
"What, like animals?"
"No, like...ghosts," Sam said. You laughed.
"Yeah, sure," you scoffed, shaking your head. Neither of them looked as if they were joking, though. "Wait, you're serious? You think freaking ghosts exist?"
"And...vampires. Werewolves. Demons, angels."
"Wait, so you're like...supernatural hunters or something, right?" you asked. "Like those guys that go out looking for paranormal stuff."
"Kind of," Dean said, "but we don't do it for fun. We do it because no one else will." You rubbed your eyes, shaking your head.
"Oh, my God," you muttered. This was unbelievable.
Then you started giggling.
"What?" Dean asked, confused when you just giggled more. He looked to Sam. "What? What's she laughing about?" Sam shrugged, tugging on a shirt.
"It's just...," you managed to say. "Two big game ghost hunters, and you both snuggled me like teddy bears all night." You started giggling again.
"We...we did that?" Dean asked. You nodded, hand over your mouth as you tried to stifle your laughter. "Stop laughing!" he said.
"I...I can't!" you laughed.
