Supernatural fluff

Sam x Reader (11)

"What are you doing?" Sam says quietly from the doorway, laughter barely concealed in his voice. You nearly jump out of you skin, dance routine interrupted. The hairbrush you were lip-syncing into is still in your hand; evidence against you. You wince.

"Dancing?" You squeak, heat rushing to your cheeks. You wait for the ribbing and the joke, but it doesn't come. He beams instead.

"That's what I hoped you were doing," he snickers, sweeping into he room in a few long strides. He takes the hairbrush from your hand and kicks off his shoes. He's now in his sick feet on the carpet.

Holding the hairbrush to his mouth, he does a SICK spin. Singing along to an imaginary radio, he goes after it, hair swishing and everything. After dying laughing for a minute, just watching him, out join in. You're moves are way better, I'm just gonna point that out. Sam is just too big to be coordinated let's be honest here. He looks like an enormous moose trying to rock it out. But it's amazing.

He grabs your hands and you spin and twist and jam out to no music at all, both of you snorting and laughing your heads off. And Dean walks in.

Both of you freeze for a split second. It seems, however, that great minds think alike, because you grin mischievously at each other. You pull Dean into the room and you and Sam keep on dancing.

The poor guy just kinda stands there for a minute, watching the pair of you incredulously.

"Alright, alright," he says finally, putting both of his hands up. He raises his eyebrows. "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right."

Within a minute, Eye of the Tiger is blaring over computer speakers, and the three of you are shouting out the lyrics and dancing like the goons that you are. You may have even sneaked in a little kiss on Sam's adorable cheek in there somewhere.

~K