Sam was groggy, not even awake enough yet to get out of bed. He was so warm, and he knew if he moved you'd wake up. He kept you tucked under his chin, lightly kissing your hair and letting his fingers drift up and down your arms.

"Dean."

Sam murmurs, feeling you start to stir.

"Do you mind getting My Persona's medicine out of my duffel? It should be in the front pocket."

Dean smirks but walks over to Sam's bag, unzipping it while Sam sighs and gently wakes you up. You'd been having somewhat of a cold the past couple days, with the November weather bringing sudden coldness to the air.

"Good morning, honey."

Sam whispers, smiling gently as he kisses your temple. You make a weak little tired sound, sending Sam into a spiral.

"Awh, don't pout at me."

His nose traces the curve of your jaw before he kisses your neck.

"Shh, just rela-"

"HA!"

Dean yells, making both you and Sam jump.

"Jesus Dean! Can you not-"

And then Sam tenses up, seeing Dean's horrific grin and the glinting handcuffs in his hand. Shit, he'd meant to put those in his backpack.

"Uh…Dean-"

Sam rubs his temple, sitting up more with a groggy grunt.

"I knew you two were freaks."

Dean keeps on grinning, spinning the shiny cuffs on one finger like he'd won the lottery. You sit up, starting to open your eyes and observe the situation. Sam leans over to rub your back, tucking you back into him. He hated waking you up so suddenly. He always took at least fifteen minutes to wake you and Dean just had to ruin it.

"Mornin'."

Dean smirks at you, his tongue caught between his teeth.

"Been playin' cops and robbers?"

You blink, a bit confused until it registers in your sleepy mind what was going on. Your skin pales, then turns bright red as you hide in Sam's shoulder.

"Way to go, jerk."

Sam snaps at his brother, one hand gliding into your hair.

"Bitch."

Dean grunts back, tossing the handcuffs back into the duffel and giving Sam the bottle of pills.