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A loud crashing sound causes Sam to instantly wake up and his body immediately acts by jumping out of bed and grabbing the closest gun. His eyes scan the bed right before he exits the room and every muscle in his body seems to tense at the sight of you being gone from the sheets. He rushes down the hallway of the bunker and soon hears talking coming from the kitchen.
"Dean! Sam will wake up and freak out!"
"Calm down I'm picking the pans up woman! Sam will be fine."
"What the hell?" Sam asks you and Dean with a worried and confused expression on his face.
"I'm sorry babe. Your brother wanted me to help him make my secret cookie recipe," you say as you roll your eyes at Dean since this was his idea.
"Okay but it's four o'clock in the morning?" Sam exclaims still confused as to why you're both even up at this hour.
"Hey...a man needs his cookies when he needs his cookies Sammy." Dean says as he starts rolling the cookie dough into balls and laying each one on a pan.
You watch Sam lay the gun in his hand down on the table as he takes a seat. You hated putting him in false alarm situations like this, but you figured sometimes there's no way to avoid them.
Once the cookies are done you and Sam both eat a couple before leaving the rest of the batch to Dean. Your arms wrap around Sam's waist as the two of you head back to bed. The soft mattress feels comfortable to your tired body as you lay down. Sam lays his arm over you as he moves to lay right behind you.
"I'm sorry for waking you. You must've been very startled."
"It's okay (Y/N). I'm glad it was only my idiot brother and my girl making cookies." Sam says with a slight chuckle.
You find his hand to give it a reassuring squeeze and you draw random shapes onto his hand until sleep takes over.
