It was freezing in the bunker. You swore Dean had fire for blood. He was always hot and kept the temperature in the bunker so low you dressed up in winter clothes inside most the time. You were walking around the bunker hugging yourself for warmth. The long sleeved hoodie you had on barely kept you warm. As you grabbed the remote and sat on the couch you spotted Sam's jacket laying on the other side. You loved Sam's clothes. They were always big, warm, comfy, and smelled just like him. You grabbed the jacket and threw it over you. It almost covered you perfectly. You were feeling warmer now and closed your eyes as Sam's scent tickled your nose. You soon dozed off.
When you woke up you were still covered in Sam's jacket, but you looked up and noticed you were snuggled into Sam's side. He was reading and looked over when he felt you sit up a little. "Hey," he greeted with the cute smile of his, "sleep well?".
"Um, yeah," you blushed, "sorry if I invaded your personal space,".
"You didn't Y/N," he said, "I helped you snuggle up to me to make you stayed warm while you slept,".
"Thanks, Sam, that's sweet," you said.
"I will say you looked adorable covered up in my jacket," he said. You blushed more.