Sam groaned, face buried in the pillow as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He could feel the soft weight of the blankets around him, the warm glow of morning light seeping through the curtains, and your voice, playful and full of amusement. “C’mon, Sammy, get up!” You said with a giggle. Before he could get the energy to respond, he felt the bed dip slightly under your weight. You were crawling onto the bed and sitting right on his back, your legs draped over his sides as his body remained sprawled out, stomach down. Sam grumbled something incoherent, his voice muffled by the pillow, but you just laughed, leaning forward and kissing his shoulder. “Oh no, you don’t get to sleep all day. We’ve got things to do!” You teased, knowing full well that Sam could easily throw you off if he really wanted to but he didn’t. Instead, he let out a deep, exaggerated sigh as if waking up was the most difficult task in the world. “Five more minutes…” You sit up “Nope, no more minutes, Winchester. Rise and shine!” Sam shifted underneath you, groaning again, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Get up before I start jumping.” Sam chuckled “Alright, alright. I’m up” You hopped off him, letting him sit up and rub the sleep from his eyes. His hair was a mess, and his sleepy expression made you giggle all over again. Even after all the hunts and long nights, there was something about these quiet moments with Sam that made it all worth it. He looked over at you, a sleepy but affectionate smile spreading across his face. “You’re lucky I like you”