Today marks the thirty-fourth birthday of our very own Sam Winchester. Everyone's favourite baby brother; the magnificent moose; the purveyor of a bitchface that can kill cows at ten paces, and the puppy eyes that can melt granite.
We've followed his trials and tribulations over the last twelve years, and watched him grow (as if he can actually grow any more without suffering from altitude sickness) from boy to man. And what a man!
We love you!
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