Who wad Sam’s favorite singer? Celine Dion. He never told Dean because he knew he would get teased about it, nor told anyone else. Instead, he told everyone it was Elvis, it was a lie.

It was a secret, a guilty pleasure. Therefore, in his free time, whenever he’s not researching, he would listen to some of her songs. Bad thing though,

you caught him.

He expected to at the motel alone, thinking you went out with Dean. In the meantime, using a speaking, he played some Celine. It relaxed him, but it all went downhill when you walked into the room, staring at him.

He quickly sat up in his bed, startled by the fact you were actually here. He clearly his throat, his neck darkened in embarrassment. He reached over to turn the volume down, clasping his hands together. He tries to think of something to make it not look like what it is, to no avail.

“I— uhhh” He started, running his fingers through his hair. He sighed with defeat. “Alright, get it out.” He says as he gestured, expecting a whole laugh from you.