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Chapter 2: Dancing
Day one

Different arrays of colorful clothes were presently being tossed unceremoniously onto the bed. Seamus looked with wide eyes as a shiny, sparkly, silver shirt went flying out next. "We're not wearing these are we?" A note of panic issued from Seamus as he fingered a pair of fuzzy purple bellbottoms that had leopard print on the sides.

Dean looked up with a grim smile on his face. "You wanted to go. So you're going to get the whole package." He smiled, satisfied. If Seamus was going to make him come with, Seamus was going to wear bizarre disco clothes.

Seamus gulped. This was not the way it was supposed to go. "So, erm, why do you have all this disco clothes?"

"Not mine." The closet door shut with a snap. "It's the whole family stash. My room was the only one that had room in the closet to fit them." He went to digging through the pile on his bed as Seamus tried to sneak away unseen.

"Hey. Not thinking of running away now, are you?" a voice said from behind him. The blond jumped and turned around to find Marlene and Angel standing in the doorway. "We're getting clothes." Marlene gently pushed him over to the bed while Angel sulked behind them.

"I'm not wearing disco clothes," Angel said. She turned resolutely the opposite way, folding her arms across her chest.

"Yes, you are," Dean said as he pulled out a long dress. The sleeves were tight then going wide. The whole dress had bright blocks of colors on it.

"Nu-uh. I'm not wearing a dress," Seamus panicked. There was no way anyone would ever get him in a dress.

Marlene laughed as Dean shook his head and thrust the dress on top of Angel's head. "Your not. She is." Angel snorted, grabbed the dress off her head, and stomped out the door, yelling to her mom about not wearing 'crazy people disco clothes.'

Marlene smiled wickedly at Seamus, and then turned to Dean. "Can I pick out his outfit? Please!" she whined.

Dean looked at Seamus, who was vigorously shaking his head, and nodded. "Sure."

Ten minutes of arguing, shoving, panicking, shrieking, kicking, biting, and general displeasure later Seamus, Dean, and Marlene walked out of Dean's room. Marlene and Dean had a smirk on their faces, while Seamus looked ready to murder.

The three of them made quite a sight.

Marlene was wearing a 'Flower Power Jumpsuit,' as she called it. It was a one piece jumpsuit. The trouser part clung to the legs till the knees where it sprung out, just hanging there. The top part was like a halter top, tying down the middle. The print on it was a bunch of colorful lines, flowers, and things that looked like crudely drawn sunsets. To top her look off she wore white clunky boots and square orange sunglasses.

Dean had gone simple with a white Disco suit. The top was white with a simple black shirt under it. The black shirt had an unnaturally big collar. His trousers were white bellbottoms that flared out considerably. He was wearing black clogs and golden nugget rings.

Seamus was wearing, to his displeasure, the shimery silver top he has seen being thrown on the bed. It had a large collar and a pocket on the left chest. The shirt was silver with multicolored sparkles all over it. His trousers were the tight fuzzy purple bell bottoms he was fingering before. The purple matched with the sparkles on the top. Covering his feet were Elevator shoes that made him seem three inches taller. At least I'm not a short lepracon anymore, he had thought angrily. Around his neck was a simple gold chain with the word 'SEXY' emblazed on it. Seamus suspected that they had dressed him up in girl clothes, but he had no say in it. Marlene had held him down while Dean quickly shoved the clothes on him.

They sauntered into Mr. and Mrs. Thomas' room. Seamus had the distinct impression that he walked back in time. The whole room was decked out in 70s era. Bright colors, beads, and wispy curtains, plus bean bag chairs. It looked like a kids room with bright plastic dressers and nightstands. Seamus wondered why his parents couldn't be this cool.

Mrs. Thomas was wearing pink bell bottoms with purple lining the bottom and a pink top with purple fuzz on it. She was trying to put an ugly headband in Angel's hair. The latter was putting up a good fight. Mrs. Thomas gave up and stood.

"Oh, good. Your re-ready," she stuttered as her eyes rested on Seamus's outfit. He was wearing girl clothes. Her face broke out into a smile. "Nice outfit choice." She then walked out of the room as the doorbell rang. "I got it!" She rushed downstairs, the four kids following, Seamus and Angel sprouting unhappy looks; though, Angel had smiled a bit at the sight of Seamus.

A brown haired girl came rushing in, trying to hide her smile at the sight of everyone. "Sam is upstairs in his room. We will be back in about four hours. Okay?" When the girl nodded, still not trusting her voice, Mrs. Thomas ushered them all out and into the car where Mr. Thomas was waiting.

Tim was heading out to his car also. He locked eyes with Seamus and smiled.

They all took their seats and Mr. Thomas twisted around to stare at Seamus. "See kids. Seamus has got the spirit. Just look at him!" he smiled proudly, "You chose that all by yourself?"

"Yeah, by myself." Seamus muttered remembering the horror that had happened. Mr. Thomas turned back to the front happily, started the car, and they were off.

Dean smirked evilly at Seamus. The same evil smile he had given Seamus as he shoved the purple bell bottoms onto him.

"Sure,." Dean said, confirming the death of one, Seamus Finnigan. He then went to stand in front of the door as Marlene dug through the pile, occasionally pulling articles up and looking at Dean for approval.

A few minutes later, she went to Seamus and held out a shirt and bell bottoms. Seamus stared at her in horror and non to gently shoved them away.

"Come on! Just wear them. Please!" She tempted.

"Everyone will be wearing them," Dean said. He refused and pointed instead to a white suit. "No, I'm wearing that," Dean had replied.

Sibling's eyes met and sealed Seamus' fait as he shook his head animatedly.

"Fine. You won't wear it." Marlene went over to Dean and put the clothes in his hands. Seamus watched suspiciously as the black boy went to stand in front of him. Seamus let out a yell of protest as arms grabbed him from behind, holding him in that spot. For a fourteen year old she was strong. "Come on, it will be fun," Marlene crackled in his ear. Seamus had the impression that his friend and Marlene were being possessed as Dean sat the clothes on the floor.

"Look, either we change you or you change into it yourself." He stated and looked him straight in the eye. This was laughable. Here was Seamus, being held back by his little sister, and being forced to wear ugly girl clothes. Not that he knew they were girl clothes. It sure took Dean's mind off of other unpleasant things.

Seamus laughed and drew himself up to full height, which sadly was shorter then Dean and Marlene. "You're joking. You wouldn't," He taunted smugly. There was no way they were going to dre-, Seamus' thought stopped as Dean quickly unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor.

His eyes widened, his unmoving mouth doing the same and his head seemed strangely empty. The only thing he could think of was that Dean was undressing him. Here he was fulfilling one of his deepest wishes, without even knowing it.

Dean caught Marlene's eyes as he pulled down Seamus' pants, ignoring the sudden flip his stomach did. They both were highly amused. He dashed around and picked up the silver shirt, handing it to Marlene. Dean grabbed him as she slid them up his unmoving arms. That's when Seamus started reacting.

He shoved Marlene, and Dean had to reach around to pull the last sleeve up.

"Stop! I don't want to wear this," Seamus growled as Dean's fingers tickled his chest while he buttoned the shirt. His feet came to contact with Dean's groin. The taller boy groaned in pain and bent over. Marlene burst out in laughter and Seamus felt suddenly guilty. "You OK?" He asked, not even knowing why he did as it was all Dean's fault anyway.

Dean nodded and slowly stood up, grabbing the furry bell bottoms. Cold determination along with amusement flashed in his eyes. He grabbed Seamus's left leg and forced it in the trouser. He slid it up to the knee and stuffed the right leg in.

Seamus tried biting the laughing Marlene unsuccessfully as Dean tugged the pants up his legs. He stopped biting as the familiar feeling of excitement down under made itself known. Bloody hell, no, Seamus thought as Dean zipped up the bell bottoms and buttoned them.

Marlene released her grip on him and ran to the jewelry box lying on the bed. Dean went to stand up only to be pulled right back down again.

"What are you doing?" Seamus asked as his trousers were being tugged by Dean.

"My, my shirt sleeve," Dean grunted. Seamus looked down and saw that his shirt sleeve was stuck in the zipper of the trousers.

Marlene turned around, holding a golden necklace and burst out laughing again. She fell to the floor with laughter, as Dean and Seamus tried, unsuccessfully, to tug it lose.

The door flung open and Tim stood there staring at the two boys. "What are you doing?"

They both looked over to him and Dean spoke up. "My, er, shirt sleeve is stuck," he lamely said.

Tim looked at all their faces, then smiled at Seamus. "I don't even want to know how his shirt sleeve got there." He gave them a calculating look, at which they both blushed, and walked out of the room forgetting why he had even went into there in the first place.

Seamus was desperately avoiding Dean's eyes as the other two got changed. He didn't even feel Marlene slip the gold necklace around his neck.

"We're here." Mr. Thomas said as they pulled up to an old building that looked run down. The sign on it said:

Paradise Garage
A Disco Club

The inside of the building was the complete opposite of the outside. There were colorful plastic beads handing from every doorway, beanbag chairs and armchairs of every color imaginable. The couches were big and squishy. There was a shag carpet around the couches and chairs. The walls had peace signs and a wide array of colors. To top it all off there was a giant Disco ball that threw moving blocks of color everywhere.

They all walked in and Mr. And Mrs. Thomas headed off to dance. Angel went to sulk in the bathroom and left Marlene, Dean, and Seamus standing there, Seamus with a look of awe and Marlene and Dean looking bored.

"What do we do here?" Seamus asked.

"Oh, dance, sit, dance, eat, dance, and dance."

"I think you said dance about four times," he informed Marlene.

"Yeah, well that's all you do he- Hi!" She broke off her sentence and shouted over to some girl dancing. The girl in pigtails looked up, then came running over.

"Hello!" She then spotted Dean, who was unsuccessfully trying to hide behind Seamus. "Hello Dean," she purred.

"Hi Teresa. How are you?" And without waiting for a reply he grabbed Seamus' arm and pulled him away with a shout of "We have to go to the bathroom!"

"Together?" Teresa and Seamus asked him.

Dean blushed. "Well girls always go to the bathroom together so…" He trailed off and looked around helplessly. "Help me!" He whispered to Seamus.

"Dean's afraid of public bathrooms so I have to go with." Dean gave him a glare but Teresa fell for it so Dean went along with it.

They walked away and plopped down on one of the purple couches.

"Afraid of bathrooms?"

"Public bathrooms," Seamus corrected.

"Oh, that make such a difference."

"Hey, I helped you. Why did you need help anyway?"

Dean groaned and put his head in his hands. "She is insane. Follows me everywhere."

"Let's dance!" Seamus popped up and pulled a protesting Dean onto the dance floor. "So how do I disco?"

"Look around." Seamus looked around and then started shaking his hips dangerously, every now and then putting a pointed hand up into the air. About five minutes of laughter later Dean joined in and showed him some more moves.

Marlene tossed her long black hair over her shoulder and looked around for her friend. Teresa had gone off with some cute guy to dance, leaving her all alone. She looked over and spotted Seamus and Dean dancing. A smile graced her face as she watched them. Dean had never really danced before now.

A yelling of her name made her turn around. She waved at the sight of her eldest brother, Tim, at the doorway. She flounced over.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she questioned him as he led her to a quieter corner.

"Friend had a family emergency, so I decided to come after all." He searched the room with his eyes.

"Good! I don't have anyone to talk to. Teresa ran off with a guy. Angel, well I wouldn't want to hang with her anyway. Dean and Seamus are off dancing." She sighed.

"Seamus. What do you know about his romance life?" He scratched his nose as his gaze trailed over to the two dancing friends.

"Romance life? Oh, no Tim. Come on! You're not going for him, are you? He's Dean's best friend for god's sake!" Her nostrils flared out a bit in anger.

Tim fixed her with a cold stare, "What do you know about his romance life?"

"Ugh. Nothing except that he's single." She stalked away in annoyance.

Seamus turned around as the feeling of someone tapping him sunk in. He saw Dean's brother, Tim, standing behind him.

"Hello! Can I speak with you?" He yelled over the music and gestured to a secluded spot of chairs.

Seamus shot an apologetic look Dean's way and followed Tim.

Dean ran after, keeping a small distance between them. He couldn't hear a word once they sat down but he could read their body language. It didn't read anything he wanted to read. Tim kept touching Seamus and smiling at him. Seamus would laugh and join into the conversation.

He groaned and shoved his toe into the leg of the nearest chair, causing him to moan in pain. He couldn't believe it. His own brother was going for his best friend. It was unfair, outrageous.

"Dean!" He was broken out of his brooding by a shout from none other then Teresa. "Want to dance?"

He was half tempted to run the other way before she fully reached him but then his eyes landed on the form of Seamus and Tim talking. He stood his ground. If Seamus could get whatever he was getting then Dean could at least dance with someone.

He turned to her. "Sure." He pulled a very surprised looking Teresa onto the dance floor.

Luck seemed to not want to be on Dean's side today. The moment he pulled Teresa onto the dance floor the music changed to a slow song. So here he was, stuck slow dancing with a girl that annoyed the living hell out of him. He furtively looked over to the couches to see Seamus and Tim weren't there anymore. His eyes widened. Where did they get off to? Teresa spun him around dangerously and he lost sight of the couch area. The girl was making him dizzy. No one should spin that fast when dancing. Besides, wasn't the guy supposed to lead?

Closing his eyes because of the dizziness he gave up searching for a bit. Just when he thought he was going to hurl all over Miss spin-till-we-die he heard a familiar voice question to cut in.

He looked up and saw Seamus standing beside them. Dean smiled gratefully at him. He could take demon girl for a change. Teresa just looked questionably at them then let go of Dean and backed up.

"I guess," she pouted.

"Great!" He grabbed Dean's arm and started to pull him away.

"You know that when you say cut it means you dance with the person! If you're not going to dance, then I'm dancing with Dean." The two boys looked at each other and Dean sighed, resigning himself to dancing with her. Seamus, on the other hand, smiled.

"Fine." He placed his hands on Dean's waist and moved slowly around.

Dean just moved with him, shock written all over his face. Seamus smelt good, like warm butterbeer. He could feel their skin burning where it touched and a shiver went up his spine when Seamus leaned it. For a split second Dean panicked, thinking that he was going to kiss him. At the last moment though, he shot right by Dean's mouth and stopped by his ear.

"She's gone now." He pulled away and dragged a stiff Dean over to the bar.

Dean ordered two virgin Pini Colada's and they sat down to drink.

"Happy I saved you from certain doom?" He smiled joyfully.

Dean just stared at him, trying to figure out what it was his brother and he had talked about. Tim had been doing his arm stroking he always did when hitting on someone.

"Dean? What's wron-" He cut off as Marlene ran over laughing.

"Well, we're kicked out of this one too!"

"Huh?" Dean questioned. Marlene just pointed to the dance floor.

By the look of it Mr. Thomas had somehow angered a man who had lots of bottled up anger. Right now the man was running around chasing Mr. Finnigan with a beer bottle.

"What happened?" Seamus said, barely able to conceal his laughter.

"Oh, dad just got a little crazy while dancing and stepped on this lady's foot. He broke it. Now her husband is a little upset." Seamus looked at the husband being restrained by some guards. A little upset would not be how he described it.

Mrs. Thomas ran over with Angel. "Let's go." She waved them over to the door and the kids watched the guard throw Mr. Thomas and the husband out.

Dean sighed. "This is the tenth club we've been kicked out of. Some won't even let us enter."