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"One of these days, I'm just gonna march down into hell and tell Crowley to screw himself," Y/N flopped down on the ugly motel bed - green and pink flowers and all - and groaned loudly.
Her back was hurting like a bitch, there definitely was blood on her favourite jacket - the nasty kind that she could never get rid of - and the mattress felt little more like a thick (and possibly humid) blanket than anything else. This was not one of their best days.
"Been there, done that," Dean groaned from somewhere behind her, voice on a thin line between amused and close to killing mode.
"And it didn't help one bit," Sam added, a sudden weight next to Y/N.
A little 'uff' was her only warning before he simply rolled over and smothered her underneath him. Naturally, Y/N slapped Sam's arm weakly to make him move. That man was fucking heavy. It didn't help.
There was a shower calling for her though. So Y/N pushed once again - or rather used her entire body weight in her favour - and attempted to roll onto her back. Sam reluctantly moved and let her get up.
Neither of the brothers looked like they wanted to fight her for shower privileges, so Y/N gathered her bag and let the warm water wash away most of the day.
Next up was Sam while Y/N went to fight Dean for the remote. A fight she won as soon as her boyfriend grossed his brother out with obnoxious cuddling. His head was in Y/N's lap by the time Dean got up and mumbled something about getting cavities if he had to watch them one more second. Sam chuckled. "Works every time."
"You're a cruel one, you know that?" Y/N teased as she let her unoccupied hand drop down to his head.
Sam's hair was still wet from the shower, tangled up and soft under her fingers. Y/N put on a random channel and then focused all of her attention on the head in her lap. Fingers ran through wet strands, twisting them around her knuckles and massaging his scalp. While she was completely content in playing with his hair, Sam chuckled bemusedly. Y/N ignored it and pushed the tips of her thumbs and middle fingers down on four points that she knew were always full of tension. A surprised little gasp was her reward. Now it was Y/N's turn to chuckle.
"That feels good," Sam hummed and tilted his head further into her touch.
It was rare for him to admit something like this so openly so Y/N refrained from joking about it and kept her fingers moving in soft circles. She was just glad that Dean was not in the room as she was pretty sure that he would start the jokes then. Plus, she liked to have her boyfriend to herself for a while. Money had been tight for the last few days so they were always sharing a room. Yeah, not the best conditions for privacy.
Soon, Sam raised himself up on his elbows and pushed Y/N down to lie on the bed with him. Her hands danced back to his hair which he commented with a snort but otherwise let her be. They cuddled until Dean scared the living shit out of them upon getting attacked by a spider under the shower (it was fucking huge and dropped down on his head from out of nowhere stop laughing Sammy!)
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A few days later, Y/N and Sam had a room to themselves again. They were in a pretty similar position right now, Sam's head situated on Y/N's chest where she could play with his hair once more. It was so soft right now and she couldn't really stop her fingers from moving (an own room had the perks that Y/N could work her conditioner into his hair under the shower without Sam getting rescued by his brother).
Which made her realise- "Babe, weren't you due a haircut, like, ten weeks ago?"
It was true, his hair reached down to his chin, if not lower. Sam tilted his head, looking up at her for once. There was a grin on his face, somewhere between amused and nervous. Y/N was still debating whether she should press a kiss to his nose for the sheer cuteness of it, when Sam answered her question with a strange hesitation. "It, uh, doesn't really bother me. We've got more important things to worry about. And, uhm, I figured you liked it like that."
"You are the epitome of adorable," Y/N stated and decidedly pressed the kiss she had been thinking about on his nose. Partly because she just had to and partly because it would be really embarrassing if Sam saw her blush about this.
At the same time, Sam spluttered indignantly. "I am not. I kill things on the regular and dig up decaying bodies."
"So cute," she cooed obnoxiously and squeezed his cheeks.
Only to keel over in laughter at her boyfriend's trademark scowl (bitchface, the Dean in her head was coughing) that he sent her way. That made Sam only frown harder, bordering on ridiculousness which didn't help her situation. Y/N felt like she might pass out if she didn't get enough air soon.
"Stop laughing!" Sam complained, his dimpled smile belying the whiny tone.
That about did it for both of them. It was a good thing that their room was a few down the corridor or Dean's inappropriate comments would have been more than next level.
A good ten minutes later, they finally collected themselves and Y/N came back to their original topic. "But seriously, you don't need to grow your hair out just because I like to get my paws on it."
Even if that sentence hurt. Just a little. But she couldn't let Sam run around with a hairstyle he didn't like, right?
"Your paws are cute, dipshit. And who said that I do it just for you?" Sam asked with a voice that clearly screamed 'ha, I tricked you' (which was far less than convincing), "I like it like that."
"If you say so, big guy," Y/N gave in. If Sam said he was cool with it, she would be damned if she didn't keep her mouth shut.
Sam clearly thought so too, as he rolled back over without further comment and declared her chest once more as his pillow. His left arm slung around her waist without a second thought.
Naturally, Y/N - now that she got explicit permission - put her hands on his head as soon as he was settled on top of her comfortably. It was a little like having an oversized cat on her lap with the sounds of contentment Sam was making occasionally while she was massaging his head and playing with his hair.
"Stop grinning like that," Sam stayed exactly how he was, eyes closed and head tilted towards her hands so Y/N didn't read too much into the statement.
Instead she simply pulled a little tighter once and even widened her grin. "I'm not."
A huff of laughter was her only answer.