SIX LEFT FEET
SPN100 Challenge: The Trickster's been up to tricks again!
Disclaimer: I don't own him.
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The Trickster was going to pay for this one.
The asshat had always had some goddamn nerve, but this time he'd gone too far. Way too far.
Zumba.
That's right. Freakin' stupid, douchey, crappy Zumba.
Dean glanced to his left to see Sam, face frozen in a rictus of toe-curling humiliation, long, unco-ordinated limbs flying in every direction except the right one.
To his right, was Castiel, trenchcoat flapping haphazardly in time with the music.
And then there was him …
His total and utter lack of natural rhythm, well that was embarrassing enough …
But, was the pink spandex leotard really necessary?
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