Supernatural preferences

Sam imagine

(Not mine)
Pairing: Sam x Reader (kind of)
Warnings: Fluff
Summary: Sam comes to sleep in the readers room

"This is your room" Sam smiles, opening the motel room with the key card.
"I get my own room?" you asked, setting your duffel bag down on the bed.
"Yeah, I figured you'd probably want a night or two away so I got you your own. Is that okay?" Sam looked very hesitant, scared he might have upset you in some way. His worry instantly washed away when he saw a smile spread across your lips.
"Yeah, no that's great! I won't have to deal with Dean's snoring; who knows, I might even get a good nights sleep for once." you laughed, laying back on your queen sized bed.
"Well, here's a copy of your room key in case you need it. We have yours too, so if something happens just call." Sam chuckled, laying the room key on the table by the door.

The first night on the job wasn't so bad. Dean had staked out one of the suspects houses while you and Sam questioned the local authorities and towns people about the murders.
"I am beat" you sighed, climbing out of the impala.
"Yeah, flirting with the Deputy can do that to ya" Sam joked with a hint of jealousy in his voice. There had been some sexual tension between the two of you lately, nothing had happened yet, but that didn't mean you didn't want it to.
Rolling your eyes, you watched as they crossed the other side of the motel and went into their room. Sighing you closed your door and immediately peeled off your clothes and jumped into the shower. When you had finished your nighttime routine, you turned on the tv to watch Friends and passed out within the episode.
The sound of your door shutting woke you up, immediately grabbing the gun from under your pillow you pointed it at the door.
"Sam?" you asked sleepily, setting the gun on your nightstand and sitting up with a yawn.
"Dean's snoring is keeping me up, is it cool if I sleep in here?" he asked, you could hear how tired he was in his voice.
"Yeah, its okay." you yawned, snuggling back down into your comforter. You watched as Sam grabbed a blanket and pillow from the closet and laid down on the couch, curling up so he would fit properly. A small smile played on your lips, "Sam, come get in the bed." you laughed, pulling the other side of the blanket up.
"I'm fine here, y/n" Sam laughed, laying his head on the pillow.
"Sam, if you don't get in the bed then you can't sleep in here" you warned, a jokingly tone slipped out, making him laugh too.
Getting up, he crossed the room in just a few strides and got into your bed.
"Are you sure this is okay?" he asked, making sure he didn't make you feel uncomfortable.
"I wouldn't have offered if it wasn't okay, Sammy" you mumbled, already falling back asleep. Hesitantly, Sam shifted his body so he was laying down under the covers, trying to make himself comfortable in the bed without disturbing you. There wasn't a whole lot of room in the bed with the two of you.
"Sam" you whispered, feeling him shift in the bed.
"Yeah?" he replied, laying on his side facing your back.
"Come here" you whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling it over your body so you two were spooning. Sam moved closer to you, his front pressed right up against your back.
"Is this okay?" he asked, locking his arm around you so he could feel like he was protecting you from anything that might enter the room.
"mmmhmm" you mumbled again, slowly falling back into the sleep you had before he had come into your room.

The next morning, Dean entered your room, looking for Sam and was only a little bit shocked to find you two sleeping together in the same bed. Your bodies were pressed up against each other, your face was in Sam's neck with his arms wound tightly around your body; almost as if he was trying to keep anyone from taking you from him.
Smiling softly, Dean pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of you two and laughed softly.
"Oh yeah, they are never going to live this down."