Sam was disappointed that the dancing would be no more than prancing, but watching Dean do it was worth the price of a ticket. He was going to be there anyway because there's no way he wouldn't support Dean, but he might as well entertain himself at Dean's expense a little bit too.
Sam made sure to roll his eyes where Dean could see it as he drank again and sat down on the fifth step. "Chesty could mean she thinks you have manboobs. I mean, hot chicks are into stuff like that sometimes." He listened to Dean go on, his brow furrowing. "Let me fix it. It might be hard to pretend to be a handsome, narcissistic, mouth breathing, douche nozzle, but it's called acting and you can do it. I mean, seriously, you've been Agent/Ranger/Father/Seargent Rock Star more than you've been Dean Winchester. So give me the script and hopefully you've memorized your -," Sam paused as he stood and walked over to Dean to get the script. "Dude, there's a movie?"