strangetrip | [For River T] I Can't Dance, Don't Ask Me

Dean hated Clarice, except he didn't. The humiliation of her pick would have been exactly something he would have done if the roles were reversed. Hell, it was what he would have done but with his Dean spin on it if he had won. His time would come, he just had to be patient. In the mean time, he had to learn the stupid song and dance moves. On the bright side at least she hadn't picked anything from a boy band.

From the Spring Dance, he knew who was a good dancer and of those there really was only one person he'd ask. That was River. He'd narrowed it down to her because while he wasn't sure if she would keep what they were doing a secret, she talked in riddles that even if she did tell, the other person probably wouldn't get it.

Unfortunately, Jane had agreed to let him borrow her laptop even though he hadn't said why. Clarice transferred the video from her phone to it. So now he was stuck without excuses. Even River had agreed to help him, DAMN IT.

He did have a six pack of beer in the refrigerator. If he was going to learn this crap, he was getting beer out of it. "You want one?" He called over to River as he grabbed his first beer and glared at the laptop on this small coffee table as if it was its fault.

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He considered that, "that's going to look stupid with my short hair. Maybe I should get a wig." Dean could not believe that came out of his mouth.

She nodded, "For authenticity."

It is really hard to tell if she is seriously agreeing, or quietly making mock. It's possible she's doing both - like a good semi adopted little sister should.

As much as Dean hated to admit it and as much as he could read the quiet mocking by River (and appreciate it), he'd have to wear one.

"I am never losing at beer pong again." Or losing to Clarice. Either worked.

"The only way to ensure that is to cease playing, or only play those who you know to have inferior skill." She bent to restart the video so they could practice the moves again with the music.

Dean flicked his middle finger at River, "I thought she had inferior skill." It wasn't said with heat but with the same intensity he and Sam did their bitch/jerk back and forth.

When the music restarted, Dean swayed his hips and put his hand up as River told him but before he could do the hair flip, he left the room. "Don't worry, I'll be right back." Dean grabbed one of the many towels that the Inn provided and wrapped it around his head to mimic hair (sort of).

"Okay, let's give this a shot." He actually was able to do the hair flip if awkward.

That was sort of her point, if he didn't KNOW she had inferior skill then wagering held risk and he could not guarantee he would not lose.

She eyed the makeshift terry cloth hair and nodded, "That is a good use for the towels."

Now he's just have to find a wig. Hopefully that hair salon that cut his mom's hair would have one. If not, a towel would work.

"Used to improvising, just not with a lip synch thing." Dean shook his head and the towel tilted on his head. His hand came up to put it right and then completed more of the moves River taught him.

She danced with him, watching and occasionally reaching out to poke or prod him into better form.

Really he was lucky she didn't have a ruler like one of her ballet teachers had liked to use.

"You are off balance when you put your hip out." It didn't look bad just, not right.

Dean snickered. "It's not natural to stick a hip out like that for a guy." Okay, it was, but he was pretty sure he would always look awkward doing it.

He put his arms out wide so she could place his hip as it needed to be. "How should it look?"

It was brisk and clinical as she stepped close and pushed on one hip then on his glutes trying to get him to tuck his hips correctly. Then she looked up at him almost nose to nose.

"It would be easier if you were wearing the correct shoes." But she is in no way trying to see if she can talk him into heels AND a wig as she stepped away after giving his hip one more prod.

"Not gonna happen." Stubborn Dean was stubborn. "It will just have to be awkward." He shifted his hips as prodded and it did feel a little better. Not that he would admit to that.

It was okay, he didn't have to admit it. She knew. She watched him do the moves a couple more times and nodded.

"You're doing well enough that an inability to dance will not be embarrassing." Other parts of what he'd agreed to do would be, but not an inability to dance.

"Thanks, I think." Dean said with an arched brow and a hint of amusement. "One down two more embarrassing favors to ask." He picked up a new bottle of beer and twisted off the cap. "Thanks for this." He meant it and it hadn't been as bad as he thought it would be.

"You are family," or Sam was and by extension that made Dean and Mary family as well. Even if they may not fully agree. "There is no need to thank me."

Then she peered at him curiously, "What other embarrassing favors do you need?" Though honestly this one hadn't been that embarrassing if you asked her.

"The hair salon place to see if they have wigs for this." Dean said, "but that might not be too embarrassing since I don't have to say it's for me. The other is the clothing store to figure out what I should wear beside jeans or shorts. Maybe see if they have a tux." He motioned toward the video, "they're in black."

"They are in leotards." Which were completely different than a tux. "I have a black leotard." It had arrived in her egg, along with dance shoes and tights. But she hadn't used them yet.

"But I do not think it will fit you."

"I don't think it will fit me either." Even if it did, he wouldn't wear it. "So, I'll just go with dark outfit. And since they're singing about putting a ring on it, I think a tux would go with it pretty good."

She took a moment to consider his logic and found no flaws so she nodded. "You will be quite dashing. Women will like it."

"Yeah?" Dean smirked, "you think they'll wanna put a ring on it?" He couldn't resist both teasing and asking.

It was possible so she nodded her agreement.

"I will not be made when I see that they want... it." She doesn't quite pull it off with the panache of Beyonce. But her grin is genuine and infectious.

[ooc: Fade on his reply?]

Dean chuckled at her response and the grin. "If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it." He put his hand up as Beyonce had done and twisted his wrist with a wink to River.

[ooc: and Fade!]

[For River T] I Can't Dance, Don't Ask Me

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