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Cute Questions- pt. 1

Dean: "Could I sleep here? I really don't want to be alone right now." your voice was small and eyelids droopy from exhaustion. You had been having trouble sleeping lately, nightmares plagued you and worry kept you awake. You had just woken up from a nightmare; Dean was still possessed by Michael and you were trying desperately to get through to him. You kept screaming "Dean, please I know you can hear me. You have to fight it, you can do it. I know you can. I love you Dean. I love you!" your voice was giving out but you continued to try. Michael then told you that Dean could hear you but he was too weak to stop him, and he ended up killing you.

So there you were, standing beside Dean while he was sitting at a table doing research. He looked up at you and his brows drew together in concern seeing the state you were in.

"Um, yeah of course." he said. Moving his chair lightly backward to give you room to place yourself in his lap comfortably. "C'mere Sweetheart." he said. His voice was gentle as he reached out to you. He didn't question you, and you were very thankful for that. You carelessly threw one leg over his and wrapped yourself around him. Closely resembling a koala bear. Once you settled, Dean went back to look at his book once again. One hand flipped the pages while the other cradled you delicately but with enough pressure to make you feel safe.

You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, and pressed a light kiss to his skin. "Thank you Dean.. I love you." you murmured sleepily. You didn't see it, but he smiled lovingly at your words and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I love you too (y/n)."

You finally got a peaceful sleep that night, knowing that Dean was your Dean, and he was keeping you safe.

Sam:  It was a cold night in February, and you were sitting on yours and Sam's bed getting ready to watch your favorite movie, (y/f/m). You had just settled down when all of a sudden you got a chill, and let out an exasperated sigh. You quickly thought of something and reluctantly ventured out into the cold hallways of the bunker to go and find your boyfriend.

You eventually came to the main room and found him hunched over his laptop. Sweet puppy dog eyes scanning the screen with fervor. Seeing as he was so concentrated you quickly made the decision to scare him. You tiptoed as quietly as you could making your way towards him. You covered your mouth to hide your giggles. You were just about to jump out at him when he turns to you and scares you before you could get him. You let out a loud yelp and fall gracelessly onto the hard floor.

Sam began to laugh at you, he threw his head back like a little kid, before helping you up, and pulling you towards him. "You should know not to sneak up on me, I am quite a master at stealth you know." he joked letting his hands rest on your hips. You laughed this time wrapping your arms around his torso under his sweater. "Oh, I had no clue. I was just wondering how you could tell I was there." you returned. Your tone was playful, and your right eyebrow rose slightly.

"Well if you must know, I saw you on the screen, but don't tell anyone that, they all think i can just sense things." he jabbed back. You chuckled at your boyfriend.

"Now, I know you didn't come out here just to scare me, tonight is supposed to be a laid back night for you. What's up?" he asked. "Well if you must know." you repeated his earlier words, and smiled at him. "I got cold and was coming out here to ask you something." you say. Looking away bashfully. You still didn't understand why you got so shy around him after being together for 3 years now. "What is it babe?" Sam asked curiously. He lifted a warm hand to your cheek to turn your face toward him once again. You instinctively leaned into his chest holding him tighter. "Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.." you say quietly. Your voice muffled by your face being buried in his chest.

Sam knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. "What did you say?" he asked. You hesitantly pulled away from him. "Would it be ok, if i borrowed your sweater?" you voiced timidly. He looked down at you with a small smirk. "Now why would you want to do that? Don't you have sweaters?" he teased.

"Well yeah.. But.. Your sweater smells like you.." you smiled shyly and looked at your hands after untangling them from around him. Sam let out a loud chuckle.

"Of course you can, choose whatever one you want." he gave permission. You looked up at him in excitement. "Any of them?" you asked. "Yes, any of them." he laughed.

You reached up and gripped the fabric of his sweater and tugged lightly. "Can I have this one?" you asked slyly. He shook his head at your response, before nodding his head at you. "Alright, lets go so I can get a different sweater for myself." he said before suddenly sweeping you up and beginning the journey back to your room.