Sam had been working himself to the bone the last few days, finally succumbing to exhaustion and slumping against the table, nearly knocking his laptop off the table as he did. He wasn't sure how long he'd been out, but there was someone shaking his shoulder, sighing softly.
"Wake up." The voice was deep and rich, sounding lightly concerned. Sam groaned, slowly raising his head and blinking away the sleep. "Thank you. You're not sleeping on the bloody kitchen table, Moose."
The accent and nickname did it for him, and before Sam could comment, he was being transported into Crowley's room and pushed to the bed. "But-"
"Sam." The demon warned with a scowl, making sure the human was laying in a bed. "You can try and find your brother later. For now, sleep." Crowley said, crossing his arms as Sam finally laid back against the bed.
"You should join me." Sam mumbles tiredly, closing his eyes. He missed the way the scowl softened into a barely there smile, the demon joining the human on the bed.
"Better?" Crowley teased, trying to keep his tone annoyed, but failed when Sam pressed into him.
"Much." Sam whispered.
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