Prompt: Dirty Dancing
Prompter: none
Spoilers: mid-series, spoilers for S3 (if you haven't seen this already, why are you reading these drabbles?)
Rating: T for language, H for hilarity
19. Dirty Dancing
Sam was bored. Really bored. Dean had told him not to do anything until he got back from Bela's apartment in Queens. Don't even scratch your nose, he had said.
Of course, that made him want to scratch his nose like crazy.
He had been good. Really. He stayed in the same chair. But after an twenty minutes, he really wanted something else to do. He counted the patterns on the seventies wallpaper. He wondered where he could get a new pair of sneakers quickly that would fit him. He wondered when the hell Dean would get back…
He stared at the television. He could just turn it on. Watch whatever was on. No changing the channels or anything, just watch. That was safe. Sam reached over out of his chair and flipped the television on. A man was crawling along the floor, of what looked like a dance studio, and singing to a girl with her shirt tied in the front.
"I've seen this before," he said to no one in particular. "It's Dirty Dancing. Jess had this back at our apartment…" he went silent.
He continued to watch. He saw the sniveling manager's son try and break up Johnny and Baby. He was just starting the scene where Baby was going up to dance with Johnny at the final dance when Sam heard a pop, the screen fizzled out and smoke issued up from the back of the television set.
"Aw, come on!"