ooc: co-written with
jstliketherifle's mun. We needed crack. And I think this one was my fault... also, this is LONG so get drink and a snack now...
It was a job. That was all Sam kept telling himself as he stood outside the dance school, a gym bag over his shoulder. He gulped, then turned and looked at his older brother who was leaning against the side of the Impala.
Over the years, John had made the boys do some very embarrassing things for jobs because he needed access to places. Sam remembered the time he had feigned being lost at the mall so Dad could look at security footage. The school play that Sam had been in where he dressed up as a clock - he was sure Dad had pictures somewhere of that - and the one time Sam had gone to a tea party with a neighborhood girl at the time and came home covered in sparkly stickers.
But he wasn't a kid anymore. He was twenty six, and was not liking the fact that Dean had just enrolled him in Ms. Fran's World of Dance so that they could get inside and check out the basement to find what might be causing the string of suicidal ballerinas.
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It was a job. That was all Sam kept telling himself as he stood outside the dance school, a gym bag over his shoulder. He gulped, then turned and looked at his older brother who was leaning against the side of the Impala.
Over the years, John had made the boys do some very embarrassing things for jobs because he needed access to places. Sam remembered the time he had feigned being lost at the mall so Dad could look at security footage. The school play that Sam had been in where he dressed up as a clock - he was sure Dad had pictures somewhere of that - and the one time Sam had gone to a tea party with a neighborhood girl at the time and came home covered in sparkly stickers.
But he wasn't a kid anymore. He was twenty six, and was not liking the fact that Dean had just enrolled him in Ms. Fran's World of Dance so that they could get inside and check out the basement to find what might be causing the string of suicidal ballerinas.
( . . . )