title: doing something ridiculous (a.k.a. flabby, fat and lazy)

"Cas!" Dean says, and practically bounces over to me as soon as I enter the house.

"Hello, Dean." I say, wide-eyed and wary as he pulls me into a kiss. "What's happened that I'm going to hate?"

He widens his eyes in a mockery of innocence. "Why would you get the impression that such a thing has occurred?"

I raise my eyebrows.

"It's actually a pretty great thing, Cas, get ready." He grins.

I merely blink.

"I'll tell you the story, not just what we've gained. Okay, so Jo has this karaoke machine-" I groan, but Dean continues regardless, "-and she absolutely loves it, which obviously means she's singing a lot and Jess and Sam weren't particularly keen on having that at all hours. So they gave her this limit of times, so like she couldn't use it after 5pm or before midday, or something like that, and she broke the rules a few too many times so they confiscated it. But she's a pretty smart kid, so if they hid it in the garage or something, she'd just find it, take it back, and use it anyway, so Jess asked if we could look after it for a week or so. I, of course, being a kind brother-in-law, said yes. And, not to worry, I asked if it was okay if we could use it. The answer is yes, and she says that if we break it then it might be a blessing to her, but Jo would hate us for a while."

"Why would you want to do karaoke?" I say in a groan-like tone.

"The question should be why wouldn't I."

"What kind of music would it be?"

"It seems to be entirely Disney films. I think there might also be a Hannah Montana song, but you're safe from that one."

"I want no part in this." I say, taking off my coat finally.

"I think you do, really."

"I really, really don't."

He looks at me thoughtfully. "I think I could convince you."

"I think I might go put in some extra hours at work."

"What if I said you'd just have to be my backing singer or whatever? Do the small parts to start with."

"What if I said no?"

"Then I'd do it anyway, but be very, very sad."

"And I'd hear from every corner of the house."

He shrugs mischeviously. "Oh, I don't know how loud it might be."

I sigh. "Fine, hook up the microphones. Don't expect any kind of enthusiasm from me, though."

"Oh, that's too much to ask for on a good day." He winks. "I've already set it all up. Got any preferences on song?" The machine is fairly daunting, even if it is relatively small and the microphones appear to be wireless.

"None?"

"Be Our Guest it is, then." He grins at me, launching the song, then makes eye contact as he affects an awful French accent. "Ma chere mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents – your dinner!"

"I'm terrified that you did that without looking at the screen."

He hastily hushes me as he launches into the actual singing part. "Be… our… guest!" Dean quickly shifts it into a performance as I sit on the sofa like the killjoy I am. He points and spins and grins, completely ignoring my amused head shakes. "You ready to join in, it's almost your part…"

I roll my eyes, but lift the microphone to my mouth. "Beef ragout, cheese soufflé, pie and pudding 'en flambe'."

Dean continues, giving me a look that clearly says I should have tried hardly. "We'll prepare and serve with flair, right Cas, a culinary cabaret…"

I deliver my next lines with merely a dead eyed look at Dean, again. "And it's all in perfect taste, that you can bet. Come on and lift your glass, you've won your own free pass to be our guest."

"Aw, come on Cas, you're ruining the fun of it!"

"That was rather the intention, and you're missing your lines."

"If you don't act it, at least a little bit, I'm divorcing you." He pouts.

I roll my eyes. "Well, we can't have that."

Dean grins, and grabs me in some one-armed hold that suggests he'll try and dance with me. "How am I supposed to read the lyrics?!"

"Figure it out!"

"Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest, get your… chest. Let us say for your entrée we've… suggest: try the bread! Try the…" While I try to read the screen, Dean spins me. I can't help but laugh and grin, which kind of ruins my unaffected air. I can't really complain though.

Dean continues his line, "Be our guest!"

"Be our guest! It's a-"

"Dude, that's Mrs Potts!" He hits me on my side. "I'm singing her."

"I thought you were Lumiere!"

"I am, you're just only the chorus!"

"Would've been nice to know earlier."

"Shut up, you're making me miss my part- I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing."

Dean carries out the rest of his part with extravagance, and suddenly goes into his solo part as Lumiere again with a sad, sad look on his face. "Life is so unnerving for a servant who's not serving…" He has a twinkle in his eye, though, so I'm worried. "Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills! Most days we just around the castle; flabby, fat and lazy…" and he pokes me in the side. "You walked in and oops-a-daisy!"

I narrow my eyes at him and aim a punch at his shoulder. "Be our guest, be our guest, our command is your request. It's been years since we've had anybody here and we're obsessed." I aim for a different route, eyes flicking back to the screen for my lines, and poke a finger into his side; the one spot he's ticklish.

In a fit of sharp laughter, he flinches a whole foot to the side. I sidestep, and aim my finger again, to which he pulls his hands to his side. I raise my eyebrows and with a swift movement, jab his other side. This time he leaps into me and I can't hold back my laughter, dropping any pretence of singing.

"You suck." He sighs, dropping an arm over my shoulders and leading me back to the machine. I know it's only to reduce the chance of me being able to jab him again.

"You started it."

"I didn't expect you to retaliate."

"Do you even know me at all?"

"You used to be so nice!"

"If that's true, then you must have been the one to corrupt me."

"I regret it."

I shake my head. "So what song next?"

"Ha! I knew you'd like it."

"Shut up." I smile.

I was gonna have them do other songs, too, but typing out songs makes a chapter boring and it was already over a thousand words so I figured that wouldn't be too appealing... however, as is, it isn't really 'ridiculous', so?

I dunno. If anyone would be interested in an extension I guess I could pm it to anyone who reviews and asks? that way it's up to you. but obviously, i haven't written it yet, so you may have to wait... and that wouldn't work for any guests. i don't know. mahashehbjasdj

speaking of ridiculous, my face is fairly saturated in dog spit. my friend's dog is rly excitable.