I woke up tucked under his lanky arms, one leg over his torso and the other parallel to his legs.

He hugged me closer and mumbled something as I reached over and brushed his hair from his face. God it was getting long...

"Sam," I murmured.

One eye peeked at me.

I smiled and he rolled over a bit.

Both eyes now shone at me. "Morning." He smiled, pulling me into his chest and kissing the top of my head.

We laid there for a while, just cuddling, until Sam grumbled something about coffee and I responded with "I'll put a pot on".

I remember Dean once told me that Sam doesn't sleep that much and is quite the morning person.

But my Sam isn't his Sam.

My Sam is snuggly and sleeps until 11.

My Sam loves to lie in bed and hold me close.

As I get up to make coffee I wonder if Sam puts up a facade for me. A smiling front that's happy and cuddly, but not at all the real Sam Winchester. I bet the real Sam is buried deep down somewhere where I can't see it. It bubbles out when he bangs his head on the pot rack in the kitchen, but not for long. He tucks himself away when he's home with me.

But Dean sees the real Sam.

At least that's my theory.

"Sammy have you called your brother yet? He might be worried if he doesn't hear from you."

I hear a grumble from the other room. The smell of coffee is just starting to waft his way. I grab the phone and walk into the bedroom, tossing it onto the bed next to him. "He's supposed to be here in three hours babe, at least call him. So he knows you're awake, alive and well."

Dean always worries about Sam, and about me. He's convinced that one day he's going to come back to the house and we'll be gone.

But I don't worry.

What worries me is that Dean refuses to stay the night when Sam does. He's too proud for that, and he doesn't want to interfere with his baby brother's day off. It worries me because I know Sam worries about Dean being on his own. And while I get 'cuddly Sam', I know somewhere in that brain of his there's a buttload of worry I'm not seeing.

I don't want him to worry, I want him to relax and have one day where he isn't being chased after and beaten up. But I know that's too much to ask for.

So instead I force him to call Dean and when he finally does I bring him a well deserved cup of coffee. And we lie in bed and sip away until he gets up to shower.

I watch the door while he's in there. He doesn't ask me to, but I know he's uptight about leaving me alone.

It's tough, being the girlfriend of a Winchester, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.