dammit i'm so tired

Imagine telling Sam a guilty pleasure...

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“You said you wouldn’t judge me!”

“You’re kidding.”

You tried to hide behind the sleeve of your jumper to avoid the contagious smile quickly growing on Sam’s face.

“It’s not that bad.” You said, putting your shoulders back and head up to look slightly less embarrassed.

“You’re right,” Sam replied, now grinning wildly and starting to walk out the room, “so it really won’t matter if I tell Dean then…” He shouted over his shoulder.

“Don’t you dare, don’t even think about it!!” You laughed after him as you began to chase him out the room.