AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by djinn.n
Sam was searching every room in the bunker. He was set on not stopping until he found his favorite blue and black flannel shirt. He checked his room, his hamper, and dresser. He checked the laundry room. He even checked his brother's room since Dean would sometimes steal his shirts. It was nowhere he checked. He decided to ask you if you had seen it. He knocked on your door. "Y/N?" he called. He cracked your door open and peeked inside. A smile spread across his face. You were laying there sound asleep snuggled up in his flannel shirt. It pretty much wrapped around you. He walked in and closed the door behind him. He laid on the other side of your bed and draped an arm around you as he kissed your cheek. "You look amazing in my shirt," he whispered. You soon snuggled up to him and he held you there until you woke up.