Dean Winchester did not dance, because Dean Winchester was not a sissy. How those things were paired together he didn't know, but it was assumed that most dancers were either gay or nuts. Yeah, he might slowly slide around with a pretty little lady at The Roadhouse every once in awhile, but only after a bottle or three of Jack and a promise of some kinky business afterwards. But that definitely didn't make him a wuss, in his or his dad's eyes; he was just fulfilling his God-given right to be a ladies man, nothing more. So why in hell was he driving his dumb kid brother to ballet on a sunny Saturday afternoon? Because Dean Winchester was a sucker.
"Why do you gotta be such a wimp, Sammy? Dancin' is for chicks, and last time I caught ya in the flesh, your flag was sailin' high." Dean smirked at himself for his creative jib, his old pal Benny would be proud. Not that he peeked at guy's bein' naked, let alone his own family.. that wasn't right.
"Ew Dean, you're disgusting.. and sexist. Boys can do whatever girls can do, and vice versa."
"Oh yeah?" his big brother winked over at him mischievously as they rounded a sharp corner, "Ever meet one that could hike her leg up an-"
"OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!" Sam's face was burning red; he hated perverse talk, especially right before class. Having a chub while wearing spandex was not a great feeling. So he placed bitchface #52 on, and glared at the road ahead, ignoring any further comments.
"Aw c'mon Sammy, don't be a bitch."
"Then don't be a jerk!" Their banter was as old as they were, coming from somewhere in their childhood and never ending. It kept them sane and grounded, a solemn prize in the Winchester world.
Dean actually didn't care to drive Sammy wherever he wanted to go, as he was happy just to escape the usual motel room with bad television and yellowing wall paper for a couple hours. And it was kinda fun to roll down the windows and sing along with AC/DC at the top of his lungs without getting reprimanded, and maybe stop somewhere for ice cream along the way. Even now, having some good old-fashioned ribbing and teasing felt freeing, even if though they could do that whenever. Pretending like they were on their own and could do whatever the heck they wanted was a rare and happy adventure... and though it was always a short-lived dream for both boys, that never stopped them from thinking it. So yeah, Dean was content with the road and his brother alongside him, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy the destination.
A few racy jokes and 2 crappy blues tunes later ("Sammy, what did I say about touching the radio?!"), their Chevy Impala edged into the part of town where the classes were held. They had plenty of time, Dean thought, which meant maybe he could scope out some babes and have something to do while Sam became a fairy. He knew that the local bar wasn't open yet, since he nearly ran to it the minute they arrived in the red-slinging town, so that was out. He could tell his baby brother was on the verge of rage when he passed the studio twice more, feigning ignorance on where it was located as if he hadn't been here a dozen times already. And as much as he wanted to ditch and go do his own thing, he knew he had to stick it out. Watching ballerinas or whatever do their thing wasn't his shot of choice, but he was a under orders.
At a quarter to 3, Sam finally convinced his stupid 19 year old brother to quit driving past and to let him out before he bailed himself, earning him a stern look. When it came to his safety, he knew that Dean would put it above his own and anything else, so a little cooperation and embarrassment won out here. With only 15 minutes spared though, Sam didn't have time to thank his Neanderthal relative when the car parked outside the vine covered building; instead, he pulled his duffel bag out from the backseat and nearly pranced inside, ready for practice. The elder Winchester was less enthused for the upcoming hour and fifteen minutes, dragging his feet as well as his last cigarette as slowly as possible. But eventually, with a disgruntled wave to his baby and a piece of gum popped into his mouth, he also entered the building.