Author's Note: I wrote a short, super cliché thing and I'm pretty sure that I've written this same story before, multiple times, but I just love sleepiness and cuddles ahhh sorry ;w;
You groaned, untangling yourself from your blankets and rolling out of bed. You grabbed the spare room key that Sam and Dean had given you, sliding it into the lock that connected your room to theirs and quietly entering the room.
You tiptoed quietly around the room, trying to see if they had any spare blankets or sweaters or just something to keep you warm. The heater in your own motel room was busted, and you didn’t want to bother the manager of the dingy motel, who when you had checked in earlier, looked absolutely exhausted.
You peered in the closet, frowning when you saw that it was bare except for both Sam and Dean’s duffle bags. You wanted to look inside them to see if they had any sweatshirts or even a long sleeve t-shirt, anything to fight the cold that was seeping in through the thin walls of the motel, but you figured that would probably be an invasion of their privacy.
You heard someone shuffling on their bed, glancing over and freezing in place when you saw Sam sitting up. Sam squinted sleepily at you, drawing his gun out from his bedside table.
“Easy there, Sammy,” You started, holding up your hands placatingly. “It’s just me.”
“__y/n__?” Sam asked, uncocking his gun and putting it back in the drawer. “What are you doing in here?”
You walked over, kneeling beside Sam’s bed and whispering so you wouldn’t wake Dean up.
“Sorry, I was trying to see if you had any extra blankets or jackets or something; the heater in my room is broken and I literally can’t sleep because of how cold I am. So, do you have any sweaters lying around or do Winchesters just use their hot-bloodedness as blankets?”
“You know that all mammals are warm-blooded, right?” Sam asked, trying to hide the amused grin spreading across his face.
“Shut up! I haven’t slept and I’m tired.” You whined, lightly whacking him on the arm.
“Where are all your sweaters, anyway? Don’t you have like thirty?”
“I do, but Dean said they were taking up too much space and he made me leave them at Bobby’s house.” You said, frowning. “And it’s barely September! I didn’t think that I’d need them yet.”
“Ahh, gotcha, Dean made me dump all my books at Bobby’s too. Unfortunately, I don’t think we have any sweaters or anything that’s really that warm, but I do have a solution.”
You arched an eyebrow. “Oh really? What’s your idea?”
“My idea,” Sam started, grabbing your hands and tugging you onto the bed with him. “Is that you sleep with me. For heat.” Sam suggested, a faint blush on his cheeks.
You blushed as well, but climbed underneath the blankets with him regardless, sighing appreciatively when Sam tentatively wrapped a warm arm around your waist.
“Mhm, you’re warm.” You commented sleepily, nuzzling closer to Sam’s chest.
Sam said nothing, responding instead with a soft hum as he used his free hand to lightly stroke your hair.
“Thanks for sharing your body heat.” You mumbled quietly, your inability to sleep earlier catching up with you and allowing you to fall asleep in just a few moments.
Sam chuckled, pressing a gentle, feather-light kiss to your temple.
“I’m happy to share. Especially if it’s with you.”