(y/n = your name)
y/n's POV
i sat slumped at my desk, head in my hands. i had an obscene amount of homework, which was strewn about my desk.
i raised my head and pushed everything off of my desk and onto the ground.
i dropped my head onto the desk when a knock sounded.
"uuuuugh." i groaned.
"heyy, y/n. how are you doing?" sam poked his head in and saw the mess of schoolwork on the floor. "is now not a good time?"
i leaned over until i fell off my chair and collapsed onto the carpet.
"i think i'm drowning. i'm so stressed, i feel like i need to microwave my head until it explodes."
sam came over, took my hands and helped me up. "i'm pretty sure you need to just chill for a while. or maybe...we need to dance and let everything out."
sam led me out of my room and into the living room.
"dean, y/n is stressed so you need to turn on the stereo and we're going to dance until she isn't stressed anymore."
dean hopped up from the couch and clicked the radio on and turned it up to 100.
"sing until your lungs give out, y/n. and dance like nobody's watching." sam smirked.
"that was so cheesy." i laughed, but i started singing along to the radio.
the three of us danced until we all ended up on the ground laughing and out of breath.
