The Santas are Breaking In Sam x Reader Warning: People breaking into your house as a prank for Sam, and while he knows who they are, you don't. It was 2:34 am when you heard it. Your head perked up from your pillow sleepily, your welded ring pressed up against the pillow now. Then it settled that there currently was warmth behind you- Sam, your husband. The man snored softly, because he had a cold and the poor thing was tired, so he probably hadn't heard it. But you did. You pushed the covers off your body, tiptoeing out to the main living area with Sam's gigantic shirt hanging over your body. That's when you spotted three figures. The men-sized figures, standing still, frozen. And dressed like Santa with sacks over their backs. Tears sprung to your eyes and you covered your mouth as one of them whispered. "Hey, hey, it's okay, don't be scared." He told you in a hushed tone that only terrified you further. "Sammy," you squeaked out, loud enough for him to wake up from, crying now. Walking back into your bedroom, he was met with your sobbing form and he immediately swiveled so you were behind him. "Baby, what's wrong?" He whispered, cradling you in his arms. Shit, this was it. Your last moment with Sam before you'd be killed by weirdly-dressed intruders. "Th-there's people by the Christmas tree." You choked out, shaky breaths following. Even though you were in the dark, you knew he tensed, moving to grab the gun he kept- just in case. You moved out behind him as he did, making sure he was okay. Sam flicked the lights on, and in one split second he was yelling, "Nobody move!" The fake beards were off, and it revealed their faces. Sam then shifted his position, smile on and gun down. "Guys!" He bounded over, hugging the three guys. Wait, what!? Why was Sam hugging the intruders? Sam returned to you, picking you up in his arms. "Love, I'm so sorry about this... Hey, hey... Shhh, you're not in any harm, babe." He kissed your head softly, petting your hair. "Wh-who are they?!" You asked, a little louder and freaked out than you would have liked. "Darling, this is Dean, my brother," he pointed to the one with brown hair. "This is Castiel, and this is Gabe. They're my close friends." Sam pointed to the remaining two. "I told you about them before we ran off and got married." "I'm so sorry, uh..." 'Dean' started, looking to Sam to find your name. This was so weird. Why did he look at Sam like he understood? Sam only told you of the fall out between them and while things were made up- well, they hadn't talked in a while. "Y/N. Y/N... Winchester. She's my wife." Sam explained, putting an arm around you and cuddling your form to his. "Wait... What? It's only been... What, 8 months? A year? Wow... Uh..." Dean shook his head. "Congrats." "Congratulations from me as well, Sam." The dark haired one with bright eyes exclaimed. Sam smiled, and you just wanted to curl up and hide in his cute lil dimples. "It's always nice to hear from you, Cas." Sam nodded, then turning to the last one. Gabe, you assumed. "Oh uh. Hi, Gabe?" "Good, Sam. I see you've picked a beautiful girl. She's got a great soul," he smiled, and was that... Sadness? Heartache? Whatever it was, you were trying to figure out. "So wait... You all... You're his brother?" You shook your head, trying to process. "And I-I have a nice soul? Who are these people? Sam, I-I don't-" "Love, it's okay... I have a lot to tell you. Just... Sit down, and we can talk, okay?" He laced your fingers together and squeezed, knowing that calmed you. A moment of hesitation hit before Sam turned to the trip. "Hey... Why did you guys break in anyways?" "We wanted to give you a gift and it wouldn't have worked later on this morning so uh..." Castiel pulled a big box out of his bag, setting it down as you nestled into Sam's lap. "Oh uh... Guys, I think this can wait. Y/N's pretty freaked out and tired, and I just... Think we should calm down before there's any excitement, okay?" Sam told them with a slightly serious expression. They all let their shoulders sag, and they nodded, beginning to leave. "I'll- we'll talk in the morning." He waved, taking you back to your room. "I'm so sorry..." Sam soothed, kissing you sweetly. "I love you, and I should've explained or helped in some way..." "I-it's okay, Sam. I'm just really tired and scared right now..." You told him, his frame pulling you to him. "I love you, Sam. Thank you for protecting me, my moose." "Anything for you, love..." Sam whispered back, chuckling and kissing your cheek. "Love you too." *In the other room* Dean looked to Gabe as the two left the room. "The puppy pees and it's their fault." He held his hands up, exiting. A/n: Sorry this is late! Happy holidays!
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