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You always forgot how freakishly tall you were when you were with the Winchesters. Sam was a head taller than you, and you were only taller than Dean if you stood on you tippy toes. So when you had to go out in public and talk to people normally, it could get really annoying.

You’d been crammed in the Impala, your long legs hitting the seat in front of you, when Dean finally decided to call it quits and find a motel. Once Dean parked you jumped out of the car and stretched. 

Another group of people had parked next to you, and the driver looked up at you. He was a normal sized guy, about 5’7”, but you were a whopping 5’8” and had to look down slightly to see him. You watched him look at your feet, trying to find heels. Then he looked at your clothes, probably thinking you were two short people on each other’s shoulders. 

You sighed and ignored him, and followed Sam and Dean to the check in. Fan swirled on the ceiling, which you always hated. You were scared your head was going to get chopped off. 

"Two rooms." Dean ordered, smiling at the guy in the checkout.

"Sorry. We only got one." He said.

Dean sighed and looked at you. “Do you mind sharing? Just for one night?”

"Nah, it’s fine." You shrugged. The man’s eyes looked over you, and he was obviously amazed at your height. 

"We’ll take it." Dean said, and the man handed him two keys.

You all walked out, and Dean went to the room while you and Sam grabbed the bags. Sam was leaning in the trunk, and as you neared him, your freaking horse legs tripped over each other and you stumbled straight into Sam. 

He had started turning around, and grabbed you to stop you from falling, but pushed himself against the Impala, and held you tight against his body. Your cheeks burned a bright red as you tried to regain your footing and move away from him. 

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" You exclaimed, backing away.

"No. It’s uh, it’s fine." H said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You and Sam stood in silence for a moment, glancing at each other, then Dean looked out the door. “You guys coming, or what?” He demanded.

"Coming!" Sam shouted, then closed the trunk. 

Once you were inside Sam and Dean picked a bed, leaving you to choose between them. “Do you guys care who I sleeep with?” You asked, hoping they’d make the decision easy for you.

Dean glanced at Sam, then shrugged. “Sammy?”

"I don’t care." Sam said quickly. "You can, uh, sleep with me." He told you. "I mean in my bed!" He quickly added. "Not that I wouldn’t want to…. I mean you’re pretty…. But I wouldn’t want you to think that I wanted you to…. Um. I’m gonna go to the bathroom." He stammered, then walked into the little bathroom.

Your face had turned red once again, which it always did around Sam. You had the biggest crush on Sam. He was smart, funny, cute, and an amazing hunter on top of that. What was not to like?

"You two are killing me." Dean muttered.

You decided not to comment. He always teased you about liking Sam, saying how obvious it was that you both liked each other, and the last thing you needed was for Sam to enter the room wile you were arguing about your love life.

Sam walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of boxers and a tight gray v-neck. You tried not to stare. Dean wore the same thing to bed, but he just didn’t have the same god-like body of Sam, and you weren’t having trouble thinking around him. You changed into your shorts and tank top, then crawled under the covers. Sam got in on the other side, and you both faced away from each other, so yours backs were almost touching. Dean turned the lights off and you closed your eyes, hoping sleep would take you quickly. Of course, it didn’t.