Word Count: 371

Warnings: N/A unless you could Sam's shirts and pie as warnings

Sentence Prompt: "Is that my shirt?"

You always wore Sam's shirts when he left you at the Bunker or motel room alone. Your reason? Because you felt safe when you were wrapped in his shirts. You always felt the comfort and warmth of being dressed in the Moose's shirts. It made you feel at peace and it made you feel like he was with you in that very point in time. You particularly stole his flannels, the ones he wore most often tended to be the ones you'd steal most often.

Sam and Dean were 'currently' on a Wendigo hunt. Which you hoped went well so they'd both come back safe and sound. You on the other hand were currently wearing one of Sam's flannels while reading up on some lore in the library. You didn't think the boys would be home for a couple more days but boy were you wrong.

You didn't know it yet but the boys were actually on their way back to the bunker after the hunt. They had finished early and were on their way back to the bunker. You were too caught up in the book to notice the familiar rumbling of the Impala's engine as it was driven and parked in the garage.

It wasn't until the boys walked in, that you even registered that the Impala had been parked in the garage and that the boys were home.

"Hey Y/N, did you have a good time without us interrupting you every five minutes?" Dean asked with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, it was actually nice. I got to eat my pie in peace for once." You said teasingly.

"You ate the pie?!" he asked running to the kitchen.

"Did you manage to get some reading down while we were gone or did you-" Sam started "Is that my shirt?"

"Uh... Y-Yeah... It is..." You stuttered looking down.

"It looks good on you..." he said smiling.

"Thanks, I was missing you and Dean, so I figured this was easier than-" You started before getting interrupted.

"IT'S OKAY THE PIE IS STILL HERE!!" Dean called from the kitchen earning a laugh from both you and Sam.

From then on you constantly stole Sam's shirts. Even if the boys were home you'd always be found with one of his shirts wrapped around your small figure.