Sam Winchester x Reader: Oh, Sammy.

It was late in the night when you, Sam, Dean, and Castiel got home. To wind down from the last hunt, you guys had gone to a bar, suggested by the eldest Winchester. Needless to say there were drinks, a few pool games, and some nachos… not to mention the bikers that had tried to hit on you, only to earn a bitchface from your boyfriend, Sam, and his hand pulling yours back toward him possessively. Eventually, Castiel was convinced, Sam dropped his research via internet, and you had a few beers. Without a doubt, Dean had already begun his booze run way before you guys. That was then. Now, the four of you were stumbling through the door of the bunker. Well, three. You took your drinks moderately because hey, someone had to drive home, and by the looks of it, it wasn't going to be any of the men.
"Well… I now have business to attend to," Castiel started, then hiccuped. "in Heaven." He stood there as if he were about to teleport, but it never happened.
Dean began laughing hysterically. "Cas, you're cut off from Heaven, remember? The fall?"
"Oh yeah," Cas replied, looking down at his feet. When he looked back up, he had the saddest look in his eyes, and pouty lips.
"Aww, I'm sorry Cas. Here, let's take you to bed, alright?" Dean said, way out of character. Must be the alcohol or some weird profound bond thing, you thought.
Cas nodded, then walked off with Dean.
Once they were gone, Sam wrapped his big, long arms around you and forced you to walk to the sofa.
"Sammy!" you said, wondering what the hell he was doing.
"Yeah?"  he asked, a big, goofy grin on his face.
"What are you doing?"
"Protecting you from the big bad monsters, of course!" he said, laughing. "With my body, because I'm invincible."
You had to stifle a laugh; a very drunk Sam was a very cute Sam.
"Is that right?" you asked as he sat down and pulled you on top of him.
"Mmhm," he said, nodding enthusiastically and engulfing his body around you.
"You are crazy," you mumbled, amused.
"No, I'm Sam," he replied, kicking out his leg.
"We should go put you in bed," you said, pushing his floppy hair out of his face. Grabbing at your hand, he brought it towards his mouth and licked it.
"Ah! Sam!" you exclaimed, wiping your hand on his flannel.
"You taste good," he whispered, kissing you shoulder. As good as his lips felt, he was getting ridiculous. Nonetheless, you bursted into laughter. Quickly, he silenced you with his lips deeply. Even though you knew he was far from sober, you kissed back until he chastely kissed your cheek then fell asleep on you.
"Oof!" you said, the moose of a man fast asleep. The pressure was surprisingly not uncomfortable, and soon enough you feel asleep as well, your last thought being how stressful it would be, having two Winchesters, an angel, and hangovers in your hands.