Sam laughed and you smiled. You were watching Friends on TV, in his shared bedroom. It was dark and cozy, with a slight chill from the air-conditioning. It was warm under the blankets.

He pulled your closer as you shifted a bit, resting your head on his chest. You shut your eyes, you'd get tired really quickly recently.

Just as you were on the edge of consciousness, Dean knocked on the door. "Come in," Sam called out and the older brother peaked into the room.

"Hey Sam, I need you for a minute. I just wanted to show you something," Dean requested then looked at you, "Sorry."

"No problem, I'll come in two minutes," Sam replied and Dean smiled. He walked away and Sam moved to get out of the bed. You gripped his shirt, stopping him.

"Do you have to go?" You asked. "Baby I have to go, Dean needs my help with something," He said and kissed your head, making you frown.

He got up and unfolded his long shirt sleeves, "I'll be back in half an hour." You forced a smile on your face and sighed. He walked out of the room, leaving you to watch Friends on your own.

*****

You turned to the other side. You felt lonely, it was cold next to you. The lack of someone hugging onto you felt weird... Felt odd.

You sat up, squinting as you looked at the time on your phone: 1:37 AM.

You put on your furry slippers and wore your cardigan. You wrapped it warmly around your stomach, especially. You stumbled a bit as you walked. Laying down for so long while being awake made you a bit dizzy.

You rubbed your eyes and you slowly made your way to the Bunker's library, a place where the Winchesters spent most of their time.

"I think having that with us would help. We need to make sure about killing-" Sam said but stopped when he saw you standing at the library's entrance.

"Hun, what are you doing here? I thought you had slept," Sam asked as he walked over to you. You smiled tiredly, "You said half an hour, it's been way more than that. I wasn't sleepy and it was... Lonely." You shrugged as he frowned.

You walked over to the table where Sam and Dean were discussing the case. "So what's this about?" You asked and Dean gave Sam a look.

You rolled your eyes, "Guys I'm fine. Being pregnant doesn't mean I can't hear about your cases and all."

Sam sighed, "It's some creature impersonating dead members of families and then later stabbing them to death." You nodded, slightly horrified at the thought. "We think it's a shifter but... It doesn't have the same traits of a shifter," Dean said.

Sam bit his lip, "[y/n], I really think you shouldn't be here. Just go and relax, I'll come in a few more minutes."

You shook your head, "I'm fine Sammy, really. Don't worry about me much." You rubbed your four month grown stomach softly.

He nodded slowly and went back to looking at the case files. You picked up one of the files and flipped through it. "So what's up with this guy? Why is he on the suspects list?" You asked as you sat on top of the table.

"He had information that no one else had, slip of the tongue kind of thing," Dean answered. You placed the file down and picked up the book about shifters, "So what help did you need from Sam?"

Dean looked at his brother and leaned on the table, "I wanted another angle to it. Sam... He's good at giving different insights." You smiled proudly at your husband. You started to get off the table but Sam held your hand to help you.

You walked over to one of the cozy, cushion chairs and sat solemnly with your ankles crossing over as you read through the lore book.

*****

Sam yawned. He looked at the clock and it read: 2:29 AM

He rubbed his eyes and looked over to his brother, who was about to fall asleep, "Hey Dean, I think I'm going to go sleep. It's late and [y/n] should sleep too."

Dean looked up and nodded quickly, "Yeah. Could you pass me that book about shifters? I just want to look at it one last time." Sam searched the table, "[y/n] has it. Uh, hun-"

He turned back and stopped, surprised to find you asleep. Sam was so busy working on the case that he didn't notice you had fallen asleep. He felt a bit guilty.

"Oh, she slept," Sam walked up to you quietly and took the book from your hands. He gave to his brother then walked back to you and carried you in his arms, bridal style.

Sam was extremely careful with you. He didn't want to hurt you, especially the baby. You shifted a bit, a bit uneasy from the sudden movement. To Sam's relief, you were still asleep. He didn't want to wake you up, you needed the rest.

He kissed your forehead and whispered to his brother, "I should take her back quickly. Good night." Dean waved at his younger brother and gave him a small smile.

Sam walked back to your bedroom and slowly placed you down on the bed. He pulled the covers over you and kissed your cheek one last time before climbing in next to you and pulling the covers over himself.

"Good night baby," You said groggily. Sam raised his eyebrows when you spoke. He held you closer to him, resting one of his hands on your stomach.

"Goodnight, sweet dreams," He wished and shut his eyes, ready to be taken into his own world of dreams.