Supernatural One Shots and Short Stories

Is That My Shirt?

That was probably the longest ass drive you've ever had to make back to the bunker. The hunt was a success, you dropped Garth off at his place on your way back so the car ride was silent for most the trip.
You fumble with the key Sam keeps hidden for only select hunters if they needed a place to crash, and right now that's exactly what you needed. You weren't planning on staying at the bunker, there was another case up close to Montana but if you drove one more hour you knew you'd fall asleep at the wheel, so you took a short cut to the bunker.

All the cars including the impala was parked in the garage so you knew the boys where home. The last thing you wanted to do was wake them up, they were such grumpy assholes when they're woke up.

You sneak in, closing the metal door as quietly as possible, all the bunker lights where still on. Typical men.
You didn't have any clean clothes with you but you needed something to sleep in.
You tiptoe past the boys rooms to the laundry room, hearing their snores as you pass each one.
You dig through the piles of unfolded clean clothes, there's got to be something.
Eventually you settle for one of Sam's T-Shirts, you knew it was he's because you seen him wear it more than once. It was just a simple, short sleeve, grey V neck but he loved it for some reason.
It was going to be huge on you. It could probably swallow you whole.

You walk back into the library area, kicking your shoes off by one of the tables, you walk into the kitchen getting into Dean's chocolate stash.
You had a Hershey's bar stuffed in your mouth as you entered the library once more.
You unbutton your jeans, so thankful to feel that relief. slipping them off, you quickly take another chunk out of the chocolate bar as you did so.
You let you hair down from the bun it had been stuck in all day, shaking it out while running your hands through it.
You pull your shirt over your head, throwing it across the table making it land on one of the chairs, next was your bra, the best part of the day was taking that thing off. Unclipping it from the back, you quickly slip it off as you slip Sam's shirt over your head. It was definitely too big for you, it hung off your shoulders on one side and was so long it came a little past your lower thigh area.
God, it was so comfortable though.

Little did you know, you weren't the only one awake in the bunker.

The younger Winchester was wide awake, no matter what he did he couldn't sleep but for a few minutes at a time.
He could try the sleep medication, nothing. He would do push-ups, setups or go run down the bunker drive way, he could never get tired enough to sleep.
He couldn't stop thinking. Nothing really specific, just literally everything. What was the next case going to be?
How was Dean doing?
When was Cas going to explain everything?
Why did he still have nightmares?
These things kept him up at night.
He had tossed and turned for hours, why wasn't he more like Dean? Dean didn't care what people thought, he did what he wanted and there was never a word said. Sam on the other hand, he did what everyone wanted and he would get nothing in return, not even a thank you. That was just the little brother role he guessed.
Finally he couldn't stand it, he rolled out of bed walking to the hallway.
He went to the impala first to get a folklore book he had been reading on, that's when he seen the spare car. He recognized the car too. "Oh, Y/n is here." He couldn't believe he didn't hear you pull in.
He turns walking back inside, he decided to go to the library first and then try to find you. Surprising to him, he killed two birds with one stone with that choice.
As soon as he came to the entrance he froze, "Holy hell."
He seen you right when you started taking your jeans off... your back to him, this is awkward... then you stripped out of your shirt and tossed your bra. He shifted his weight, what was he supposed to do?
You then slipped into his shirt.
Wait, you had his shirt? 
He smirks at how it hung on you, it was honestly kind of adorable.
He finally decided he needed to make his presence known. Sam clears his throat, it made you almost jump out of your skin, to the ceiling and back down.