Maybe It's Not So Bad - Plus Sized Reader

Although we slid into straight into bed the minute the motel room door was locked, barely managing to shuffle out of our clothes and too tired to care that the other was in the room, I found that sleep was still evading me.

I was worried about Dean back at the hospital, concerned about lifting the curse and fretting over who could be next on the head honcho's kill list.

Physically I felt exhausted and had been ready to call it a night, but as soon as I settled into bed my mind started sprouting every single thought it could have under the sun.

Unfortunately for hunters, nights like this were all too common.

It was rare that we would get a full night of restful sleep, even in a place as safe as the bunker.

Sure, it was secure, but it had proven to be less than impenetrable and we would always have to sleep with one eye open.

Rolling over in bed, I looked towards Sam, who had his back facing me and could have been sound asleep.

I had been lying awake for so long that my eyes had adjusted to the dark, making it easy to make out at least some of the details of his back, which was strangely hypnotising to look at.

Why was everything about this man gorgeous?

Letting out another sigh, I shuffled again in the bed with the hopes that a different position would lead to the comfort I needed for rest.

"Can't sleep, huh?"

Sam's voice was quiet but the silence of the room amplified it enough to be heard, it always astounded me how louder things were during the night, even with my years of hunting at the midnight hour.

"No," I replied just as softly, "I take it you can't either."

"Seems not," he said, lifting himself up on an elbow to turn to face me. "Mind if I come over?"

My heart jolted and I almost sputtered on a breath that got caught in my throat.

This was new.

"Oh, sure," I nodded, clearing my throat as I shuffled back in the bed to make room for him.

Sam's looming shadow moved closer and then the bed dipped as he sat down on the edge, taking a minute before standing back up to lift the covers and climb under with me instead.

My heart started racing, I hadn't expected him to do that.

Not that I was complaining, this was perfectly fine.

I could keep my cool.

"This has been a pretty messy case, huh?" He said quietly, as though Dean were still sleeping in the room.

"Yeah, it's definitely been a rollercoaster."

"How are you feeling about things now?"

I licked my lower lip and let out a long sigh through my nose.

"I can't say that I'm pleased yet, but I'm gradually adjusting."

"Good, I hate seeing you so...uncomfortable."

"I wouldn't say I'm not uncomfortable, just that I'm getting used to it."

Sam nodded slowly and reached out to brush some hair from my face, the unexpected contact making me flinch.

"Sorry."

"It's okay," I laughed softly, "that was my tired brain deciding to be a dick."

"And yet you're still not sleeping."

"No, it seems my body is as much of a jerk as my brain."

"The life of a hunter, right?"

"Unfortunately too right."

Another silence fell between us and my eyes finally started to droop, sleep pleasantly dulling my senses and making the world around me gradually numb.

As I slipped away, the bed shifted and warm arms pulled me into an even warmer chest, fingers playing with the hair at the back of my head as Sam held me to him.

Eventually, one of my arms slid around his waist and clasped a handful of shirt at his back.

He rested his chin against the top of my head and let out a small, content sigh through his nose.

Safe and warm, I finally slipped away for a few hours of sleep.