Imagine dancing to the Safety Dance by Men Without Hats and Sam walks in on you.

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The music plays loudly from the speaker as you mop the floor. Mop handle in your hands, you dance happily and sing along to the song, using the handle as a mic. 

The boys were off on a hunt and you decided to stay home and clean house. Honestly, it really needed a good cleaning. There was dust everywhere and dirt on the floor. So, you blasted your favourite music and decided to clean.

You sing along cheerfully as you scrub the floor. 

"What are you doing?" 

You twirl around and smile at your favourite moose. "Safety dance!" 

"Wha-?" He's cut off as you snatch his arms and make him dance with you. 

He's shocked at first, but then smiles as you sing along and try to spin him around. 

"Are you high?" He asks, raising his eyebrows in suspicion. 

You roll your eyes. "No, I just love this song. C'mon, dance with me."

He sighs, and dances a bit. You chuckle at his attempt and join him. Mocking him, you stand on your tip-toes and mimic his moves. He laughs at your ridiculous impression, and grabs your arms and twirls you around before bending you into a graceful dip. 

He quickly kisses your lips, before standing you up again and spinning you again. 

"Am I interrupting something?" Dean says as he enters, carrying what looks to be pie. 

"Nah, we're just dancing," you laugh. 

"Well, don't let me ruin the moment. I'm gonna go eat my pie." He explains before heading off to his room after grabbing a fork. 

"Hey! Save me some!" You yell after him. 

He grumbles and shuts his door. 

Sam latches his hands to yours and turns you to face him again, "Where were we?"

"We were having fun."

A different song comes on, and this one is slower paced. 

He takes you in his arms and slow dances with you. Your bodies are pressed together in a loving embrace as you rock back and forth to the song. 

"I love you Sammy," you smile with your head pressed against his flannel-clad chest.

He grins down at you, "Love you too, N/n."