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April
Sometimes it was easy to forget that Sam grew up in a satanic cult that practised grave desecration, myth-based brain-washing, and possibly human sacrifice.
Like when he used all of his diplomatic skills to comfort both Rebecca and Eric after they broke up, without making the other one mad.
Or when he complimented Jess on her party-outfit and proceeded to blush like a school-girl.
Or when he ended up passed out on top of his desk after his third all-nighter studying for finals with an empty tin of instant coffee and three crushed Red Bulls in the trash.
Or when he would laugh at one of my stupid jokes and slap me on the shoulder in that you're-such-a-loser-but-I-like-you-anyway way he had.
Sometimes, Sam Winchester was just so normal.
