A/N: Sorry this chapter is short, I'm a bit crunched on time.
Your POV:
I had fallen asleep cuddling Sam. I almost forgot about it entirely until I woke up. His arms were still wrapped around me, and it seemed as if he were still asleep. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp in my best attempts not to wake him. He pulled me closer.
"No.." He grumbled, opening his eyes. "Please stay." He whispered.
I nodded. "Okay," I responded as quietly as I could, wrapping my arms around him.
"Your warm." I smiled. "Very warm."
He looked into my eyes as if he was searching for something. "You're so pretty." He said, earning himself a shocked look, which quickly melted into a grin.
"Thank you.." I was flustered, even just by him calling me pretty.
"I..uh..." I stuttered. He smirked.
"Your smiles cute." I blurted. He chucked.
"Why thank you." He teased. I put my forehead to his.
"I..I, um, I really like you, Sam," I told him. He looked surprised for a moment and pressed his lips to mine. My head felt like it was in the clouds. His lips were soft, for a moment I considered asking him what chapstick he used, but decided against it.
I began sitting up. "I'll make food," I said, smiling. He moved his arms so I could get up. I stood up heading for the door.
"Hey, (name)?" Sam asked, and I turned around.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked. "I know it's not a proper way to ask bu-"
"Of course," I said, interrupting him. I was grinning ear to ear.
As I walked into the kitchen, I heard someone clear their throat. I turned around to see Dean, pretending to read the newspaper.
"Look who woke up." He teased. "Is Sam up?" He asked right as Sam walked over to the table, grabbing the newspaper out of his hands. "Answered my own question." Dean chuckled.
I walked over to Sam, waiting for him to take a seat.
'Scratch the food idea..' I thought. I wrapped my arms around Sam from behind, setting my chin on his shoulder. I kissed his cheek and looked at the paper.
"Whatcha readin'?" I asked.