Sam, in a club? Dean pulled a skeptical look. His little brother was literally the last person he could imagine enjoying himself in a place like that.
"Did he dance? Was it anything like I'm picturing?" In his mind, Sam flailed around the dance floor with all the grace of a pregnant moose. He could only picture poor Jessica, caught up in a tornado of his brother's long limbs.
But then, maybe he had it all wrong. Maybe when Dean wasn't around, Sam could somehow manage to be smooth and cool. It may very well be that Dean just threw him off his game. Doubtful, but not impossible.
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Date: 2018-10-25 10:32 pm (UTC)"Did he dance? Was it anything like I'm picturing?" In his mind, Sam flailed around the dance floor with all the grace of a pregnant moose. He could only picture poor Jessica, caught up in a tornado of his brother's long limbs.
But then, maybe he had it all wrong. Maybe when Dean wasn't around, Sam could somehow manage to be smooth and cool. It may very well be that Dean just threw him off his game. Doubtful, but not impossible.