QOTD: How tall are you?
(I'm 5ft 3in 🙂 Sam and Dean are giants for me LOL)

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You huffed when you noticed that the book you wanted was on the top most shelf of the rack. You stood on your tippy-toes, stretching your arm high up but nothing worked.

You sighed, deciding to pick out your last resort for reaching that book. "Sammy, could you get that book for me?" you questioned aloud, looking at the younger Winchester with puppy eyes.

He smiled at you and got up from his seat. Sam walked towards you and picked the book from the top shelf with no trouble at all, as if it was perfectly normal for it to be that high up.

You smiled and thanked him. You went back to the table and started reading the book, unaware of the idea Sam was concocting in his head.

*****

3:00 AM...

He woke up this early because he was sure that you'd be sleeping and that there was no chance of you waking up, given your usual time of 9:00 AM.

Sam... He doesn't usually come up with mischievous schemes but this one wouldn't leave him alone.

The Winchester scanned his brother's bedroom and sighed with relief to find him fast asleep as well.

Good. On with the plan, Sam thought.

What did he think of doing? He decided to put whatever objects you would use and reach out to at  higher place so that you wouldn't be able to reach without his help.

Sure, it's annoying and cruel but he finds the height difference between you and him adorable.

Sam went the the washroom first of all and put your shampoo and face wash on top of the bathroom cabinet. You wouldn't be able to reach that spot without using a stool.

He went into the kitchen and placed whatever food items you're likely to want on the top shelves of cabinets and even on top of the refrigerator.

Lastly, he went to the library and put all the important lore books on top of the tallest book shelf in the room. He spotted your laptop and grinned, placing it beside the stakc of books.

He rubbed his hands in anticipation of how you'd react. Sam could imagine you all pissed off and ignoring him for rest of the week... It was probably the most likely outcome.

He made his way back to his bedroom and lay down, thinking about what reaction could take place tomorrow.

"Maybe this isn't such a great idea," He mumbled to himself, frowning. He shrugged the thought off and smiled slightly, "Well... What's the worst that could happen?"

*****

9:14 AM...

You woke up groggily. For some reason your sleep wasn't as pleasant as it usually is.

You slipped your feet into your slippers and walked to the washroom to freshen up. You wet your face then reached for your-

You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering where your face wash disappeared to. You looked inside the bathroom cabinet and didn't find it there. You scanned the whole place but your couldn't find-

There... On top of the cabinet.

"Oh fudge balls," You mumbled and raised an eyebrow, "How the hell did it reach there?" You thought for a few moments then shook your head to knock you out of your thoughts.

You got a hold of a foot stool and climbed onto it. You stood on your toes and after much hard work and stretching you finally knocked the face wash and shampoo off the top.

You breathed out with exhaustion. You weren't prepared for these type of tasks right now early in the morning.

After freshening up, you decided to fill your empty and rumbling stomach with something to eat.

Searching for the box of cereal in the kitchen, you were faced with the same issue. "Why the hell is everything placed high up?!" You exclaimed in frustration as you climbed on the counter and tried to reach.

"You need some help with that?"

You turned around to find Sammy looking at you and learning at the door frame. You sighed, your cheeks going red from embarassment. You nodded your head slowly and Sam smiled.

He walked towards you and grabbed the cereal box with no extra effort at all. You squinted at him. His calmness in the situation was suspicious. Right now he'd probably ask why is it on top of the cabinet, but he didn't question it at all.

Odd, You thought and forced a smile on your face.

You are your breakfast quietly, observing Sam's every move. He made a cup of coffee for himself and web and sat in the library, barely giving you a look at all.

Did he put everything on top? Why is he avoiding to even look at me? You thought, Why would he do this?

*****

It pissed you off, no doubt about that. Everything happened to be placed up high today. What are the odds of that?!

No, someone has done this, You thought, It has to be Sam.

"There you go [y/n]," Sam smiled at you after he handed you your laptop and one of the lore books about shapeshifters.

He went back to his seat but you stopped him by grabbing his arm and pulling him towards you. "Sam did you change the place of everything so I can't reach?" You questioned and he didn't react. All he gave you was a shrug.

You looked at him, heartbroken, "Why would you do that? Why would you make fun of my height?!"

You huffed and ran to your bedroom. You sat on your bed, hugging your knees and burying your face in them. You didn't want to cry, all you feel was frustration. Your height is something you couldn't control.

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Hey, I wasn't making fun of you! I would never want to hurt your feelings," Sam sat beside you and spoke softly. It relaxed you a bit and you sighed.

"So why did you do all that?" You asked, "I'm sorry, I can't control how tall I am. You're way to tall and I'm... I'm way to short. I'm just born with this flaw, what can I do about-"

"Stop saying that. It isn't a flaw at all," Sam said and placed a hand on your shoulder, "You're right about me being too tall but... So embrace it and use it to my advantage. You're adorable and so huggable."

He chuckled and you smiled slightly. You slotted your head up, his beautiful eyes staring back into yours.

"I didn't know that you'd feel hurt about it. I had no wrong intentions. I just wanted to... Energise the atmosphere," He took a deep breath, "It's been pretty boring and quiet lately."

You looked to the floor. He's right, it's been quite monotonous and you don't like it at all.

"Well... To make it into me, could you use your long arms and reach for my blanket?" You requested and he nodded. He pulled it over your now straight out legs and you patted the spot next to you.

"Also, if you don't mind. I'd like some close one-on-one time with your protective physique," You grinned and laughed and he smiled.

"As you wish," He took his flannel off and a black shirt was left underneath. He lay close to you, his arms pulled you closer and wrapped around your body.

You felt safe with him. It was as if he was a nest, protecting you from all harm.

Yes, he's annoying but... You can't live with a grudge against Sammy for any longer.