You stumbled out of bed as you heard someone pounding on the door, grabbing a flannel and pulling it on. You buttoned it as you walked to the door, standing on your tiptoes and peering out the peephole. You jumped in surprise as arms wrapped around your waist, turning around and finding yourself face to, well, chest, with Sam.
You smiled, especially when you realized that he was wearing a flannel as well, this one a lot smaller and tighter, barely clinging to his muscular chest.
You chuckled, glancing down at your flannel which hung down almost to your knees, then back at his. His boxers were clearly visible against the short shirt and you grinned, pecking his lips sweetly before opening the door to your room.
“Hey Dean.” You greeted, opening the door wider and allowing Dean to see Sam.
“Is this the new couple thing?” Dean teased, gesturing from your shirt to Sam’s.
“No, this is what happens when two people with the same shirt date.” You responded, humming as Sam’s arms wound around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he nuzzled his nose into your neck.
“What’d you need Dean?” You questioned, peering at Dean curiously.
“I was wondering when you and Sam were going to get up; we have a case.”
“Shit Dean, “ You cursed, breaking out of Sam’s embrace and hurrying around the room, snatching up your clothes. “Why didn’t you tell us that sooner?” You grumbled, walking back over to them and lightly pushing Dean out of the door. You shut the door behind him and tugged on your jeans, pulling on your Converse immediately after.
You glanced around, tilting your head curiously when you noticed Sam was staring at you.
“What?” You asked cautiously as you sank onto the edge of the bed, tying your shoes slowly.
Sam crossed the room to where you were sitting and crouched down, capturing your lips in a long, deep kiss.
“You’re beautiful.” Sam whispered, forehead resting lightly against your own.
You rolled your eyes but blushed anyway, smiling at him fondly.
“Thank you.” You said quietly. “You’re not too bad looking yourself.” You spoke again, nudging his nose affectionately with yours.
“Come on,” You said after a moment of comfortable silence. “You need to get dressed.”
You walked out of the bathroom, finally dressed. You looked at Sam, who was walking around the room, gathering up any of your remaining possessions, when he turned and you saw what shirt he was wearing.
You sighed, and Sam looked at you, concern filling his face.
It was the same shirt you were wearing; a simple, grey shirt with the Hogwarts logo on it.
You shook your head, a smile sneaking onto your face.
“We have got to get some new shirts.”