Dean's POV
I closed the door silently as to not wake __-y/n-__. She lay there motionless. I grabbed a pillow and dropped it on the floor. As I searched for a blanket, I heard her shift. I looked back at __-y/n-__. She was shivering. All rational thoughts left my head and I climbed in next to her. I pulled her small frame against my chest. She immediately curled up. I felt myself relax and my pulse became slow and matched rhythm with hers. Soon, I fell asleep, too.
__-y/n-__'s POV
A loud pounding woke me from my sleep. I groaned and snuggled deeper into the pillows. It's so comfy and warm. Do I have to get up? I whined in my head. The banging continued. I opened my eyes when the light flicked on.
"Dean! __-y/n-__!" Sam's voice made me sit up in shock. This was not my bed. I glanced over. That's not pillows. Oh my god. I slept with Dean.
"What the hell, Sammy?" Dean growled. He tightened his grip on my waist and buried his face in my hip. If I hadn't been blushing before, I was now. You could probably cook an egg on my face. "Go away."
"You'd better get up before mom sees this." Sam warned in a joking voice. Then he left. Dean moved his face. I looked down at him as realization washed over his face.
"Oh." He released me and sat up. "Sorry." He mumbled and stood up. He left without saying another word. I sat there for a few minutes to let my face cool down. I walked over to Sam's room, knocking on the door. It was silent for a moment before Jess threw it open and smiled when she realized it was me.
"Hey, do you have any clothes I can borrow?" I asked and she nodded her head and disappeared from sight before she handed me a stack of clothes and I thanked her and walked into the bathroom. I slipped on her old charcoal grey t shirt that was loose. It was baggy and I appreciate that she knows me so well to not bring me a tight one of hers.. I shook my head and let my face spread into a big smile and put on the soft jeans. They were perfectly ripped in each of the knees, and Jess topped it off by bringing me my favorite slippers of hers. I sighed and took in a deep breath and quickly walked out of the door and down the stairs, taking a sharp right and going into the kitchen. Grabbing an empty coffee cup from Mary and smiling big at her, I filled it halfway with coffee and filled it the rest of the way with creamer until it was a light tan in color. Adding two scoops of sugar, I carried myself over to the reading nook in the bay window and sat down, picking one of the many books sitting there in the window sill. I cracked it open and began reading, slowly sipping on coffee as I went. Sam and Jess came into the kitchen and took two chairs at the table, debating on what to do for date night. Dean walked in and leaned against the door frame. I could feel his eyes on me as I flipped my page and took another sip of coffee. His gaze never failing to leave goosebumps on my skin. I heard another pair of feet shuffle in and grab coffee as well, and judging by the strong scent of black coffee, it was __-y/bf/n-__ who came and plopped down next to me. John cooked breakfast and everyone was done eating kitchen was cleaned up and everyone made their way into the living room. I walked towards Jess and she smiled at me as I sat next to her feet. I shot a quick glance towards Dean and caught him staring. Smiling awkwardly at him I turned to the tv and sighed when Jess started to braid my hair. Playing with my hair always calmed me down, and somehow she knew that I needed it.
A couple of hours later Sam and Jess get off the couch and shuffle slowly towards the doorway. I watched as Sam wrapped a scarf around her neck as she smiled and zipped up his thick jacket. I kept watching them until the door closed behind Sam.
"Well." __-y/bf/n-__ spoke out, breaking the silence and all heads turned towards her. "I'm going to head towards the library, I need new reading material." She said with a laugh and did her best not to run out of the house out of excitement. John and Mary eventually weaved their way out of the house also, Mary claiming that she has to go food shopping and John jokingly complaining about how he doesn't want to get dragged along. I smiled after them and shook my head, jumping when Dean clears his throat. I turned my head to look at him just as he walked in front of me. He paused at the garage door and looked back at me.
