IW

He wasn’t the type to get drunk, not like his father or his brother. And yet you caught him dancing. — Ohhhhh, I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the he—okay, okay, fine, geez, I get it. Y’all don’t like my singing. Guess what, I’d have made a brilliant singer (if only I could hit a high note). But anyway, y’all ain’t here for that. Nope, you’re here because Sammy Winchester got drunk and started dancing and now you’re simply mesmerized and having a (minor-ish) internal meltdown over it. I feel y’all, I would, too. T.W.: I don’t really have any. Alcohol and cussing? Other than that, it’s vanilla, it’s chill, it’s fluff and romcom and just Sam being Sam. Have fuuuuuuun dancing with him!