#sinchester

“Could ask you the same question,” Y/N smiled. Sam grinned tiredly, bags under his eyes prominent. “You good?”

“Yeah,” he huffed, looking slightly to the side of Y/N. She squinted at him. He was obviously lying.

“Right,” she said slowly, drawing his eyes to hers. He feigned innocence, but a pinkish tone coloured the base of his neck. Looking away, she poured water into her cup. “Okay, well, when you decide that’s bullshit, I’ll be there for you. Until then, I’m sitting in the kitchen till I feel tired, and then trying to go to bed again. Feel free to join me. Or leave. I don’t care.”

“There’s no need to be so sassy,” Sam joked, taking the seat across from her. Y/N grinned.

“Of course there is,” she quipped. “Someone has to make up for your terrible sense of humour.” Sam rolled his eyes and let out a huff.

“Whatever,” he scoffed. He glanced back at Y/N. “Why are you awake?” he asked softly. Y/N looked up at him from her glass.

“Surprisingly, not nightmares,” she leaned back in her chair. “Just can’t fall asleep. I wasn’t tired. Getting there, though,” she added as she stifled a yawn. Sam smiled softly.

“I can’t sleep either, if it’s any condolence,” Sam said, picking at his nailbeds. Y/N smiled sadly. He was obviously trying to help her, and she didn’t know how to respond. They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Y/N looked up at him.

“Well,” she said. “I’m tired. You’re tired. As far as I’m concerned, there are only three options here.” Sam arched an eyebrow at her.

“Really?” he questioned cautiously. “And what might those be, exactly?”

“One: we binge watch Netflix,” she counted on her fingers. “Two: we use our 3am sleep-deprived brains to plan total world domination,” she deadpanned. Sam chuckled. “Three: we both haul ass to bed and try to catch a couple hours of shut eye.” She held up her third finger. “I’m in favour of option number three, but it’s your call.”

“Sleep sound’s nice,” Sam replied, stifling yet another yawn. He stood up and headed towards his bed. He stopped when Y/N cleared her throat. He raised his eyebrows.

“You coming or not?” she inquired, resting her hands- hidden in the sleeve of Sam’s old hoodie- on her hips. He frowned. Y/N huffed. “You can’t sleep, I can’t sleep. Two negatives make a positive, right?”

Sam laughed, loud and hearty, as Y/N stood there, dumbfounded.

“What?” he asked.

“You know, for such a nerd, you really can be a dumbass sometimes,” she stated simply. “If neither of us can sleep, maybe some lovely Winchester-bonding-sleep-tactics are in order.” Sam rolled his eyes, but kept quiet and walked towards Y/N’s room.

Y/N rolled into her bed, where the covers were still overturned from when she last left it. Settling down, she felt the bed dip when Sam sat down on it, uncertainly hovering on the edge. Y/N sighed. Flipping to her other side, she tugged on his sleeve. He smiled and nestled in beside her, pulling up the covers.

Y/N immediately curled up into his side, absorbing his warmth while half-laying across him. He huffed lightly. He pressed his cheek to the top her head. Y/N hummed contentedly.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Sam held her close. Under his breath he muttered, “Love you, kid.”

“G’night, Sam,” he heard her mumble into his shirt. Then, just barely, he heard her chuckle.