Supernatural fluff

Sam x Reader (9)

"Sammy? Is that you?" You call from the motel bed, curled up in a ball reading up on werewolves. You're very comfy, and completely engrossed in the information, so you barely glance up when the door opens. And yep, it's Sam, long hair messy and eyes beautiful and...rosy cheeks? You groan.

"Sam Winchester, are you drunk?" You ask in exasperation. He shakes his head casually.

"Nah," he replies easily. But oh can hear it in his voice, and see it in the ridiculous look on his face. And the fact that he's swaying when he tries to walk over to you. You sigh and kick the covers off of you.

"In bed. Sit," you command, and he does so, smiling sleepily at you.

"You're gorgeous, you know that, doll?" He slurs, reaching out to play with your hair. You blush, and take his hand away.

"Tell me again when you're sober, Sammy," you tell him, laughing. He nods and curls up under the covers. You can't help but smile at him; he looks so cute. And those rosy cheeks are adorable. After situating him in bed, you climb in beside him. He wastes no time in spooning you, your back against his chest. He murmurs sleepily and nuzzles his face into your hair.

"You smell good," he says softly, planting a soft kiss on your locks. You laugh and burrow down into the blankets.

After a long night of sound sleep and cuddles, you wake up to a loud groan. You sit up and look over at Sam, who's running his eyes in woe.

"Headache," he mutters at your curious glance. You smirk.

"That's what you get, Sammy, for coming in and disrupting my quiet night of research!" You say playfully, hitting him with a pillow. He scowls at you as you get up to get dressed. You catch his eye on your way to the bathroom; he's looking at you funny.

"What?" you demand, hands on your hips.
He smiles shyly.

"You're gorgeous, doll. I told you so, remember?"

~K