"How long did you say the curse would last?" Sam's voice shook.
"Dawn." Bobby answered, unable to look at the dance floor.
The music changed.
The Macarena.
It changed again.
The Cha Cha.
Again.
The Frug.
The Twist.
The Hokey Pokey.
The Time Warp.
The music changed again, and Sam stiffened.
"Oh, crap." Snickering, Bobby clamped a hand over his mouth and ran from the room as a thin, shrill cry came from the dance floor.
Sam gave up the ghost.
Collapsing to the floor, he shouted with laughter as Dean, complete with floppy ears, segued helplessly into the bunny hop.
