Your feet were propped up on Dean’s lap while one of Sam’s arms was thrown lazily around your shoulders, allowing you to lean against the younger Winchester and still have access to the popcorn Dean held. Cas sat on the floor in front of the couch, happily waiting for the movie to start and ignoring Dean’s continuous whines and groans.
“C’mon, Dean, you’ve got to get’cha head in the game!” you laughed, throwing popcorn at him, one of which he surprisingly caught in his mouth. Sam chuckled lightly, watching his brother roll his eyes.
“Y/N, if you sing that damn song one more time–”
“Wait! It’s starting!” you whispered, silencing Dean with a ‘shhh’ and turning back to the TV. “God, Zefron’s dreamy.”