You were in a motel room, sound asleep next to Dean, in his arms. The problem was that the motel only had two beds available in a room. No matter how badly you wanted to sleep with Sam, because of a tiny crush you had on him, you slept on Dean's bed.

THU!D THUD! THUD!

You woke up, startled by the loud noise. You were surprised to see Dean unaffected. You rolled your eyes and got out of bed, walking to the door, a gun in your hands just incase, and opened it.

"Oh my God, Sam! Are you okay?!" You asked with concern and panic. He groaned and bit his lip in pain. He hurried into the room and you shut the door.

You held his waist and took him to the washroom. "What happened?" You whispered. "I was... Attacked by a werewolf. I went out to do some reading after we discussed about the case and this happened," Sam replied, the pain clear in his voice, "Dean's sleeping?" You nodded.

"Yes he is... Why didn't you call us?" You asked as you helped him remove his jacket. He winced at every moment and you felt sad for him. "Phone's dead," He said and sighed.

You brought out the first aid kit from the washroom cupboard and opened it up. In the mean time, Sam had removed his two layers of clothing, revealing large claw marks on his chest. You struggled not to stare at his flawless and fit body.

You didn't notice before, but in the brightly lit washroom, you saw that his face was a mess too. Cuts in the lips and on the cheeks, a slightly black eye. You boiled with rage at whoever would do such a thing to Sammy.

"Here, drink this," You gave him a bottle of whisky Dean had brought home from your outing with him. "I don't need that," Sam refused. "Just shut up and take it  dumbass," You smirked and he gave in.

"So, what did you guys do while I was gone," Sam asked as you started to fix him up, soaking and cleaning the blood with a damp cloth. "Oh nothing, Dean and I went out to a bar," You glanced at Dean who was seeping so peacefully. You'd rarely see him like that, and it made you smile softly.

"We were slowly being consumed by boredom here so we went out. It was fine... I guess," You explained, "Then we came back and... Well." You drifted off, staring at the sink with a tiny smirk on your face.

Sam snapped his fingers, "You okay?" You shrugged the feeling off and continued patching the younger brother up. "Wait a minute, did you guys...?!" He said in shock.

"No! Of course not... Okay maybe but..." You revealed, "We were bored and-"

"Drunk," Sam continued with a frown. You shook your head, "I don't get drunk." He looked at Dean with an 'unbelievable' expression. For some reason, you could sense that maybe he wanted to have been with you in that bed inplace of Dean. You shook off the thought and continued the medical process.

"There. It should hurt less now and get better," You said and smile sympathetically. You walked out towards Sam's duffel bag and retrieved a nightsuit: flannel pants and a plain grey shirt.

"Here you go Sammy," You said and gave him the clothes. "Thank you [y/n], for everything," He said and you smiled, walking out of the washroom so he could change his clothes.

Moments later, he walked out looking relaxed and shoulders less tense. Even though he winced with every step, you could tell he was relieved about finally getting some rest.

You smiled, "Goodnight Sammy." He nodded and walked over to his bed. You turned and looked at Dean, and sighed.

Back to sleeping next to him, you thought.

You didn't mind sleeping next to Dean. He was so cozy to sleep with, like being with a teddy bear, a strong teddy bear. But you wanted Sammy... Badly.

You removed your shirt, since it was slightly hot in the room, revealing a black spaghetti underneath. You felt Sam's eyes on you, even though your back faced him. You smirked.

You were about to get into bed but Sam spoke. "Hey, uh, [y/n]? Do you wanna... Sleep with me-I mean, in my-this bed? I feel like you don't want to sleep next to Dean," He said, flustered. You giggled at how adorable he could be sometimes.

Without saying a word, you approached him and climbed into his bed. "Goodnight Sammy," You said as you felt warmth next to you.

This is more like it, you smirked.