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Training For The Ballet, Dean?

Dean unlocked the door to the motel room they'd booked whilst they stayed in Minnesota, working a case that as far as he and Sam were aware had involved a witch - Ava Cassidy - who was killing off the people who had bullied her during her childhood as well as the people she had worked with. He tossed the keys down onto the nearest countertop space before throwing himself unceremoniously onto his bed with a pained groan as Sam locked the door behind him, dropping the duffel bag at the foot of his own bed. "God I hate witches!" Dean grumbled, his voice muffled by the thick pillow underneath his head.

"I'll toast to that." Sam muttered, wearily running a hand over his face, grabbing both himself and Dean a beer from the mini fridge in the corner of the room. He tapped the cold bottle against Dean's shoulder, causing the older Winchester to roll over and sit up with a groan. Sam sat on the edge of his bed with a sigh popping open the cap to his beer whilst Dean did the same, taking a huge sip from the ice cold, refreshing beverage.

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The door clicked slowly open, a disgusting sucking noise echoing through the dark silence, caused by the congealing blood pooled on the wooden floor illuminated by the streetlights outside. The entire apartment was in disarray, bullet holes blasting large chunks of plaster out of the wall. Shattered glass cracked underfoot as the witch made her way further into the room, an intense feeling of rage coiling within her like a vicious snake as she caught sight of the crumpled and broken body of her coven sister. They'd known before they had started that having any visual objects or symbols would get the whole coven killed but now it would seem that they would all die anyway. Hunters were in town...

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Sam woke up to the sound of the radio and from the sound of it... dancing footsteps. Brushing his tangled bed-messed hair out of his face he stared up at his brother, blinking wearily. "What on earth are you doing?" Sam asked voice crackly and deep from sleep, frowning as his brother leapt across the room with a twirl. "I don't know. I woke up and the moment my feet touched the floor I couldn't stop." Dean retorted, voice slightly irritated. "I tried to wake you a few minutes ago. Jeez you sleep like you're dead, nothing can wake you!" He waved a hand towards the shoe that he must have thrown at Sam whilst he was sleeping before the action turned into a move from the Macarena. Sam couldn't help it, he really tried but he just had to laugh.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah! Real funny Sam! That witch must have had a sister or been a part of a coven who had been keeping themselves on a low down until we killed Ava last night!" He cartwheeled, gracefully shifting into a roll across the floor to end up back on his feet only to leap through the air like a ballerina. "Oh god! Make it stop!" Dean yelped; his head in his hands until the curse forced him to move them away as he danced around the room. "And how exactly do you propose that I do that Dean?" Sam questioned, sarcastically, barely managing to contain his laughter enough to speak. Dean rolled his eyes at his younger brother as he grabbed hold of the headboard at the top of his bed as he twirled past in a useless attempt to stop himself from dancing.
"Can you at least call Cas or something?" Dean yelped, his feet tapping and hips wiggling in time with the music echoing from the tiny radio in their motel room. "Instead of just laughing at me."

Sam shook his head, "Now why would I want to do that?" Dean sighed giving his younger sibling the strongest bitchface that he could muster whilst in his current situation. "Please?!" Dean pleaded, "I can't take any more of this!" He pointed at his brother instantly regretting his action the moment his arm moved across, him nodding his head in the process, "Call the angel!" Sam rolled his eyes once more at his older brother, before sitting with his bare feet brushing the carpeted flooring, the legs of his pyjama bottoms hovering inches above his ankles due to his height. Sam clasped his hands together, unsure as to whether he should shut his eyes and pray internally like he usually did regardless of the only company being himself during those times. However figuring Dean would make fun of him, Sam kept his eyes open staring down at his clasped hands as he cleared his throat, "Hey Cas, erm... it's me Sam. Me and Dean are on a hunt at the moment in Minnesota, we were hunting witches and erm..." Sam paused, glancing over at his older brother who was struggling to hold himself still, knuckles white as he clinged to the headboard of his bed. "Dean got hexed. So, could you help? Please?" The two of them waited in anxious silence, staring at the ceiling of the motel room, for the sound of flapping wings that would signal the arrival of their Angel best friend. Dean growing ever more frustrated and angry as the silence continued. "See? Told you! He never answers to me!" Sam stated, his attention now turned towards his brother, using the finger quotes he said, "You're the one who has a profound bond with him. You call!"

"Hello." A deep familiar voice said from behind Sam, causing the younger Winchester to flush scarlet and send a bitchface towards Dean's raised eyebrow and cocky shrug. Cas walked around the edge of Sam's bed, eyeing both Winchesters with his head tilted in silent assessment of the situation he had been presented with. At the sound of the creaking headboard he glanced towards Dean squinting his bright blue eyes in confusion as he watched Dean struggle to remain still from his spot behind the bed. "It's a curse." He stated to the silent room, reaching across to Dean and pulling the older Winchester out from behind his safety space, fighting to hold him still as the older Winchester fought to dance free from the Angel's grasp.

"Well duh!" Dean muttered, rolling his eyes as Cas tilted his head left and right, pulling back the sleeves on Dean's plaid shirt, checking his wrists for any sigil relating to the curse that they could burn off. However that seemed to have been a bad action to take as Dean grabbed hold of Cas' and raising his arm above their heads twirled the Angel underneath several times before bending low enough to the ground that spikes of Cas' wayward hair brushed against the flooring. "Sorry!" Dean yelped as he pulled Cas flush against him. Cas barely had time to register the sound of Sam's laughter and the click of a phone camera as it was switched on for recording before Dean was pulling him across the small room of the motel in the moves of a fox trot. However as they reached the space of a corner and Dean momentarily turned his head away from Cas to change direction, he saw it. A burnt mark almost coloured like a fresh scar was on the back of Dean's neck, with tiny red veins stretching across from the rune and up towards the base of his skull.

"Found it!" Cas mouthed in Sam's direction as Dean spun them both around. However Sam was of no help, completely oblivious to Cas finding the mark, yelling across the room through his laughter, "Training for the ballet, Dean?!" Cas shot Sam a glare knowing instantly that, that remark would not help his recent predicament. It wasn't long that his realisation came true as Dean lifted the Angel above his head, holding onto him by his waist with both hands. "Dean! Put me down!" Cas yelled, clinging to Dean, hoping he wouldn't fall and hurt the older Winchester. But the hunter just grinned up at him and ignored his orders. However after a couple of spins Dean slowly brought the Angel down giving Cas just enough time to wrap a hand around the back of Dean's neck and burn the mark off with his grace.

It took a while but slowly Dean's eyes began to focus on Cas properly, the magic from the rune fading away. He blinked a couple of times, the sound of Sam's laughter filling his ears as he turned his head to look at his brother before turning back to Cas. Confusion filling his eyes with emotion before turning to embarrassment as he realised the situation he was in. His hand was resting on Cas' waist, the other clasping Cas' free hand whilst the Angel's other hand was wrapped around the back of his neck, fingers brushing the shorter hairs near the base of his neck. Both of them were breathing heavily from exertion sweat beaded on their foreheads. He pulled himself away from Cas, rasping, "What the hell?"
"It... was... it was a curse." Sam gasped, wiping away tears of mirth from his eyes. "Damn! That was hilarious!" Dean shot Sam a bitchface, his face flushing a burning scarlet. "Can we finish this?!" He yelled, throwing the nearest object at his younger brother as he started to cackle with laughter again before he stormed from the room with a yell, "Kill the witch and leave!" Dean snapped, grabbing his jacket and storming from the room, right into the Impala were he slammed his head down on the steering wheel. There was no way Sam would ever let him forget what had happened today.