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Dean
[Y/N] slowly blinked her eyes a few times, waking up to the smell of Dean's shampoo just under her nose. She was on her back and tried to turn over in the bed but there was a weight stopping her. She reached her hands up to rub her eyes to try and wake up a bit more, and looked down to see a sleeping Dean. He was completely on top of her. His head was on her chest, his arms tucked behind her back, his legs either side of hers. His breathing was slow and deep, his face was relaxed.
He wasn't like this often, [Y/N] would usually be the one to wake up on top of him, or curled up into him as the little spoon. However, the previous night they had come back to the motel from a difficult case. They had saved two teenagers from a werewolf but lost a third, and Dean took it hard, blaming himself for the loss even though there was nothing he could have done. Dean didn't show his vulnerability often, but he knew he could with [Y/N], and sometimes he just needed to be the one who was held.
[Y/N] reached down with her right arm and began gently tracing patterns on Dean's back. Her left hand made its way into his soft hair, her fingers lightly massaging his scalp. After a couple of minutes he began to stir, moving his arms lower down so he was holding [Y/N]'s waist and he tightened his grip on her, trying to pull her even closer to his body.
"Good morning". She whispered, continuing her hand movements in his hair and on his back. Dean lowly moaned in response, still in the process of waking up. They stayed like that for several minutes. [Y/N] couldn't be fonder of moments like this. The bed was warm, the morning light pouring through the gap in the curtains hit Dean's face in just the right way, enhancing the little freckles on his nose.
Eventually Dean opened his eyes, the light from the window making them sparkle. He pulled his arms out from under her and lay his elbows either side of her head, pulling his face up to just above hers. "I love you". His morning voice was a low grumble. She reached up and stroked his cheek with her thumb, smiling up at him.
"I love you too". Dean's eyes flickered from hers down to her lips, and he slowly lowered himself down to kiss her. [Y/N] giggled as Dean rolled over, bringing her with him so she was now the one on top. "I never want to let you go". He murmured against her. He wrapped his arms around her as if he was afraid she would dissappear.
"We should stay here all morning". [Y/N] suggested, laying her head down on his chest while he nestled his chin on top of her head. The two of them did spend the rest of the morning wrapped in each other's arms, feeling loved and safe.
Sam
[Y/N] yawned and stretched, and felt a heavy arm wrapped around her waist. She heard a deep inhale and then warm breath on the back of her neck. "Don't get up". A deep voice murmured into the back of her neck and the arm around her tightened. "Just stay here with me". Sam's morning voice always got to [Y/N], he was able to manage a balance between demand and vulnerability that [Y/N] couldn't resist.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"After 9"
"You're already back from your run?"
"Didn't go, woke up with you in my arms and didn't want to leave".
[Y/N] smiled and allowed herself to savour the moment, soaking up the warmth of Sam's embrace before turning around to face him, his arm still draped over her waist. His eyes were closed, and she let hers roam, taking in his handsome face, broad shoulders, and muscular chest. She leaned forward and kissed Sam's nose, drawing a smile on his lips. He rolled onto his back and opened his arms for her. "C'mere". She moved her head onto his chest and closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of his heartbeat beneath her. Sam's free hand came up and stroked her hair. "We should stay here all day".
"Mmm". [Y/N] responded. To stay wrapped up in Sam's arms all day sounded perfect. "We could text Dean and ask him to bring us breakfast". [Y/N]'s suggestion caused Sam to chuckle.
"You think Dean would bring us breakfast in bed?"
"Yeah, he can't say no to me".
"No one can say no to you". Sam leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him and reached up to kiss his lips, moving one of her legs over his waist and leaning her hands on his chest so she was now straddling him. His hands moved to her waist, slipping them under her shirt and pulling her down to him, sending shivers down her spine at his touch. They were both smiling into the kiss, getting lost in the feeling of closeness. Eventually [Y/N] pulled back and rolled off Sam and onto her side, reaching for her phone and starting to text.
"Who are you texting?"
"Dean, I can smell pancakes so he's gonna bring us some and we can stay here all day".
"I love you". There was a strong sound of admiration in Sam's voice.
"I love you too".
Castiel
[Y/N] woke up to the smell of toast. She thought this was odd, considering her room in the bunker was pretty far from the kitchen. The smell made her stomach rumble, she and the rest of Team Free Will had only returned late last night from a witch hunt, and [Y/N] had been too tired to think about food. She had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She stretched and pushed her covers away from her face, and while sitting up she noticed a dip in the bed near her feet. Still waiting for her eyes adjust, she saw a familiar figure sitting at the end of the bed.
"Good morning [Y/N]".
"Morning Cas". She smiled at him.
"I brought you breakfast". The angel pointed to a tray on her bedside table.
[Y/N] scooted closer to the side of the bed and pulled the tray onto her lap. She pulled the covers up beside her and smiled at Cas. "Join me?"
Cas was about to make a remark about how he doesn't need to eat, but quickly realised that she just meant joining her under the covers. He nodded and stood up, walking around to the side of the bed and sliding in next to her. He lifted his arm up and [Y/N] leaned onto his shoulder, allowing him to drop his arm around her. Cas stroked her arm while she ate the breakfast he had made, and they enjoyed a comfortable silence. When she was finished, [Y/N] placed the tray back on the table and turned around to face Cas with a grin on her face.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Do you think we should tell Sam and Dean about us?"
"Us?" Cas tilted his head, not quite sure what she was referring to.
"Yeah, you know, you bringing me breakfast in bed, the cuddling, the kissing, the touching... there is an 'us', isn't there? We're together?" [Y/N] asked, the grin slowly dropping as she realised maybe this was all just a new experience for Cas rather than something he really felt for.
"Sam and Dean know we're together, they saw me make breakfast and bring it to your room".
"I don't mean like, literally together... I mean like in a relationship, you know, like together romantically".
"They already know that you're my girlfriend [Y/N], they started giving me advice several weeks ago. I love you, I wanted to do this the right way".
"You love me?"
"Of course, I feel happier, warmer when I'm around you. I enjoy our conversations and the cuddling, kissing, and touching. I especially like the touching". [Y/N] blushed at Castiel's words and leaned over to him to press her lips to his, and his hands found their way into her hair as they often did. She pulled back smiled, leaning her forehead on his.
"I love you too Cas".
The end