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skellymom · 8 months ago

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"Ballroom Blitz"

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Used BOTH of your prompts:

"This is not a clone clubhouse." Appears in this introduction.

"I don't believe that is the proper use of delicate equipment."

Characters: Hunter, Tech, Wrecker and 3 female OC's to pair with them. Stayed away from the tropes mentioned that you didn't want used. Had these OC's dancing around in my mind for several months...and YOU gave me the inspiration to use them! Thank you!!!

Story is written in third person as I LOVE supporting characters and being omniscient about the surrounding environment, building it up like YOU are watching a movie.

Summary: Clone Force 99 visits a dumpy nightclub for "science". These guys can't stay out of trouble. Tech finds friendship, Hunter figures out a secret, and Wrecker falls in love for the first time.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Swearing, fighting (no blood), explosion, fire, clone angst, sexual suggestion only.

Dancers waited behind the stage for their cue scanning the club’s dance floor.

A Chiss named Saxe remarked with a disgusted look as she spied numerous shiny's among the crowd, "This is not a clone clubhouse."

Rueby rolled her eyes at Saxe and sassed, “Honey, I thought this was a clone WHOREHOUSE!”

The other dancers laughed at the clap back. Most of them KNEW the clones enjoyed the woman, men, and the genderfluid staff genuinely, happy to lap up the attention, tipped handsomely, and brought their favorites gifts as often as they had GAR leave to visit. Plus, they were handsome, non-threatening...most of the time. Usually only did the occasional stupid thing, which the Republic covered for monetarily.

However, there was the rare dancer that didn’t appreciate these men. Usually, the uppity, better-than-you types. Rueby shot a disdainful glance at Saxe who backed off. Saxe then exited the stage to relieve one of several cage dancers.

Rueby took a deep breath and did her most inspiring power pose, psyching herself up for the next number.

She made her entrance oozing sass and sex appeal. Cat walking, swinging her hips and ass. Kill you/fuck me eyes trained on the audience. All 6 and 1/2 ft of strongly muscled dancer's frame with ONE mission in mind: TO SLAY!

MUSIC FOR THIS FIC!

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The seedy club flooded with patrons. Officially over capacity for fire code and safety. But the deadbeat owner of the Flushed Orchid considered this a suggestion and not a rule. He paid off the authorities to stay open. They looked the other way on fire codes, treatment of his dancers, dealing of spice/death sticks/sketchy backdoor tub liquor, along with other unsavory activities.

Rueby gyrated and flipped her hair around to the eardrum splitting music. Multicolored lights trained on her through the dark while she danced her heart out on the elevated stage. She LIVED to dance. The harder, louder, and dirtier the music, the better. A collective whoop went up from the crowd as she backflipped and ended up in the splits on the floor.

Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech wandered into the club taking in the chaos.

“Eh...if you guys want to leave; I have no problem...” Hunter wasn't really a fan of the lights, noise, crush of people pressing by, or the prospect of getting a beer spilled on him.

“The Coruscant Guard HIGHLY recommended this establishment.” Tech practically yelled over the din. “I’m here to conduct RESEARCH.”

Hunter wrinkled his nose. “Tech, this place is a DUMP!”

“True, it’s not 79’s. My data gathering there is complete. I required another study environment.”

“WHAT WERE YOU STUDYING?” Wrecker’s regular voice could be heard perfectly within the loud environment.

“The pre-mating rituals of the general populace of Coruscant.” Tech answered. “Specifically, their affinity for meeting at extremely loud and crowded places that handicap their ability to communicate effectively. In addition, to observe how the consumption of alcohol changes the degree of their deeply held inhibitions.”

Hunter shook his head. “Go head, gather ‘data’. I’m going to the bar to inhibit my senses.”

Tech made a beeline for the stage.

Wrecker followed...then he spotted Rueby!

A beautiful, strapping Zeltron woman, with ample hips, and a Calypgian behind. Her smooth skin was a beautiful shade of passionate red. Wrecker heard of legends regarding woman warrior giantesses. Women almost as large as himself. Probably even strong enough to sweep him off his feet.

And she was hanging upside down off a metal pole, sensually caressing her deep indigo hair.

Wrecker followed Tech through the crush of gyrating bodies on the dance floor. They could only get 20 feet from the stage.

Tech was too busy being IN the crowd, watching the “pre-mating ritual” of the people around them.

Wrecker was entranced. Rueby was now SPINNING ON THE POLE and holding herself horizontally off it with minimal effort! While wearing stiletto boots.

Rueby DEFINITELY noticed Wrecker. She smiled right at him and released pheromones in her excitement.

Honestly...this was a FIRST for Wrecker. He usually noticed food, bombs, and the infatuations of his brothers. For himself...it just never seemed to be the same.

Until tonight. Wrecker was experiencing an AWAKENING.

Meanwhile, at the bar, Hunter flagged down Tipsy, the Twi ’lek barkeep.

“What’ll it be Handsome?” She usually flirted playfully with the patrons. And her tips reflected the extra attention they appreciated.

“Take some Spotchka.” Hunter smiled.

Tipsy filled the glass, sliding it across to Hunter. “YOU boys don’t strike me as the usual clones who hang out here. What’s your story? IF you care to tell...”

Hunter sipped his drink. The lavender hued lady taking an interest had him rethink hurrying Tech and Wrecker out of the bar early.

“We’re defective. Belong to Clone Force 99.”

“Oh! Heard about you guys!!!” Tipsy leaned forward on the bar taking extreme interest. “Crazy stories. You guys are OFF THE CHAIN!”

Hunter grinned. “Hm...we get the job done.”

“Good looking AND capable.” she winked.

Hunter blushed and took another sip.

Several Reg clones and a Gotal summoned for service at the other end of the bar.

“Be back later. Gotta serve the patrons.”

Hunter watched her go, grinning into his glass.

Vix loaded up her tray and waded out into the tight crowd. She HATED nights like this. Being short and petite felt stifling in the crush of bodies. On top of that, carrying a tray full of drinks and hoping not to spill anything was nerve wracking.

She was SO CLOSE to earning enough money to quit this dump and start school. Her plans were to study Botany off-world. The thought of sitting in a quiet hololibrary and studying up on plant life relieved a bit of stress until...

...someone YANKED on her tail! Vix yelped angrily, baring her teeth.

SHE WAS SO SICK OF THIS SHIT!!!

Tech heard Vixs’ protest and looked up from his holopad.

He noticed she was a small Amaran female who seemed to be in pain. Their eyes met briefly. His in query to her predicament, her’s in frustration.

Vix flattened her ears and turned away from Tech to the large Houk holding her tail in his grasp.

“Hello foxy lady.” He leered.

“Sir, the view is the ONLY thing I’m obliged to give you. Let go of my tail!” Her anger rising.

“Aww...such a cute little angry redhead...”

“I do believe the lady politely requested that you release her coccygeal vertebrae.” Tech was now standing next to Vix.

“Wut?” The Houk was dumbfounded.

“HE SAID LET GO OF MY TAIL, YOU ASSHAT!” Vix screamed above the din of the nightclub. Some of the patrons stopped dancing, turning to watch the fracas.

The Houk’s attitude went from stupid to vitriol. “BITCH!”

Vix had enough. She threw the tray of drinks at him.

He finally let go of her tail. But he went for the throat with his big hammy hands.

Tech pulled her out of the way, the Houk stumbled past knocking over patrons. Many of the dancers stopped and stared at the altercation. Some of the clones stepped up to assist but fell back seeing it was only the Defective Clones who were in a bind.

The Houk got up and ran for them again. Vix yanked the holopad from Tech’s hands and threw it with all she had, hitting the Houk right between the eyes. It stopped him only minimally, as he bellowed in anger.

"I don't believe that is the proper use of delicate equipment" Tech quipped as the Houk picked him up off the ground and was lifted above its head.

“Oh...NO... I’M SO SORRY!!!” Vix was terrified Tech would meet his end trying to help her.

Tipsy and Hunter were really hitting it off, until...

Her eyes went wide in horror, pointing over Hunter’s shoulder “Is THAT one of your guys over there???”

Hunter spun around to see Tech being held aloft horizontally above the crowd by an angry Houk. To his credit, Tech looked extremely calm. But the Houk looked as though he was going to throw Tech across the room.

“WHAT THE KRIFF DID HE DO???” Hunter just wanted a drink or two, then leave to go to bed.

There was NO way Hunter was going to get across the bar to save Tech’s ass in time. Too many bodies in the way...but he tried to wade through...

Until Wrecker’s fist connected with the Houk’s face. He went down like a sack of bricks. Wrecker caught Tech from falling into the crowd.

That move caused TOTAL MAYHEM! Drunken patrons with pent up emotions took this as a sign to commence in a BAR FIGHT!!!

People started screaming, fighting, breaking things. Mob mentality took over, infecting the whole establishment.

Wrecker stood above the fray with his tall frame. Still holding Tech to keep him from being dragged under in the craziness. Vix wasn’t as lucky.

“Vix!” Rueby yelled from the stage. Wrecker turned to see his Zeltron crush dive off the stage into the crowd like it was a river. She came up pushing bodies furiously away from her path. One patron decided he wanted to throw a punch her way. She picked his ass up and threw him across the room.

“Rueby! HELP!!!” Rueby pushed and struggled her way through the crowd towards the small panicked voice. Then dipped down below the frenzied sea of bodies. A minute later, Rueby emerged pushing bodies out of the way while holding Vix.

Someone’s death sticks ignited something flammable in the room, and huge flames erupted. The patrons who weren’t fighting were pushing and trampling each other to escape the burning building.

“WRECKER! TECH!!!” Hunter was now caught in the fray and being pulled away from his brothers.

“RUEBY!” Tipsy could see Hunter was too far out in the crowd to bring him back to the bar. “Help him! WE ALL HAVE TO GET THE KRIFF OUT OF HERE!!!” Tipsy pointed to Hunter. Then she grabbed a chair, busted out the window, and jumped through it.

Rueby recognized the boys by their matching armor, knowing they belonged together.

“HEY BEEFCAKE!” She yelled to Wrecker. “GO OUT THROUGH THE BACK STAGE! I’LL GET YOUR SERGEANT.”

Wrecker nodded.

“WAIT!” Rueby yelled. “CATCH!!!”

She tossed Vix over the heads of the crowd to Wrecker. He shifted Tech to his right arm and caught Vix with his left. She yelped in terror.

“Hold on!” Tech grabbed onto Vix “This is going to be a VERY bumpy ride!!!

Wrecker mowed through the crowd, hip checking people out of the way and hopped up on the stage.

Rueby pushed and body slammed people out of the way best she could in the chaos. Reaching out to Hunter as he extended his hand to her. She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him up and out of the crowd. As her other hand could reach, she grasped the front of his armor and yanked him up over her shoulder...like he was a tiny child.

Hunter was used to Wrecker doing this, but not a beautiful strapping woman wearing next to nothing. She was holding his leg with one hand and gripping his buxom bottom with the other. He could feel the fire, smell everything burning, the screams of fear were too much for his ears...it ALL was too much for him right about now.

He just wanted a drink. How did everything go SO WRONG???

Rueby managed to make it to the stage. Wrecker set down Tech and Vix. Then pulled Rueby up. She set Hunter down.

“We gotta bolt! When the bar catches fire, WE’RE BANTHA BARBECUE!!!”

Everyone ran like hell to the backstage exit.

Hunter, Vix, and Tech made it out first. They ran behind the trash dumpster for safety.

Rueby and Wrecker barely made it out when all the alcohol in the bar ignited.

The back door blew off its hinges, slammed into Wrecker, who slammed into Rueby.

Hunter, Vix, and Tech watched their friends literally ride the heavy metal door across the back courtyard, over the tower railing...screaming bloody murder all the way.

They disappeared out of view...

...as their screams carried off into the distance...and down.

“HOLY SHIT!” Hunter was mortified.

“They...are they...” Vix couldn't even finish.

“Sounds as though they are in freefall.” Tech’s head was cocked, listening. “It’s an awfully long fall down to The Bottoms of Coruscant.”

They ran past the courtyard, up to the railing, and leaned over...

...to see Rueby and Wrecker hugging each other tightly, sitting on the steel door like a magic carpet as it gracefully glided up towards them.

“How the HELL???” Hunter was STILL mortified.

Tech was glad he recorded the whole ordeal. What an amazing visual.

The door glided up over their heads coming down to rest on the balcony. Both Wrecker and Rueby were safely out of harm's way. But they wouldn’t let go of each other for quite some time.

They all stared at each other for a minute speechless.

“You’re welcome!” Came a voice behind them.

They all spun around to see Anakin Skywalker standing up in his hover craft hands raised.

Obi Wan Kenobi was in the driver’s seat. “Detonation Surfing seems to be a rather dangerous sport to take up, wouldn’t you say?” His eyes twinkled.

“You’re pretty lucky we drove by when we did.” Anakin smirked. “That first date would have been your last.”

Wrecker sheepishly glanced at Rueby, who hugged Wrecker tighter. Her Zeltron pheromones had him in a state of horny bliss. The danger aspect of what just happened had her shivering against him...in an excited manner.

“Anakin and Obi Wan thank you for assisting Wrecker and...” Hunter deferred to...

“Rueby!” Tipsy appeared, running up and embracing her and Wrecker. Then she ran to Vix and Tech hugging them both. “I’m SO GLAD everyone is safe!”

Tech was surprised by the physical contact. But not put off about it either.

Tipsy then embraced Hunter and planted a HUGE kiss on his lips. He leaned in, embracing the Twilek, kissing her deeply, then pulled away, face bright red. He turned to see everyone staring at him...

...Anakin Skywalker gave Hunter a conspiratorial look and smiled...something passed between them both in an instant...

...and it occurred to him suddenly WHY Anakin was so odd with Rex the other day on the landing pad, why he seemed to spend SO MUCH time with Senator Amidala.

That DOG! His secret was safe with Hunter.

“General Skywalker, General Kenobi.” Hunter cleared his throat and nodded to them both.

Kenobi spied the nightclub on fire behind him then addressed Anakin. “Seems there may be more souls in need of our assistance.”

Before Kenobi could brief his padawan, Anakin Force jumped from the craft...over the guardrail and the group, then ran TOWARDS the fire disappearing from view.

Kenobi shook his head and sighed “A Jedi’s work is NEVER done. Stay safe, everyone!” He swung the craft around and headed towards the burning building.

The group waved as he sped away, stunned by their Jedi antics.

The night wasn’t a total loss.

Our merry group convened at the local Waffle Hovel. It was Wrecker’s idea.

The men pushed together several of the small tables to fit everyone in their party. Besides, Baash the “Awful Waffle’s” owner, was used to seeing people in all sorts of conditions after partying all night on Coruscant. He didn’t care, long as they paid the bill.

Rueby, Tipsy, and Vix lamented that their wallet’s burned in the fire...as they certainly didn’t have pockets in their skimpy attire to carry on their person.

“No worries, ladies. We’ve got you covered.” Hunter’s headache left him as soon as they stepped into the quiet establishment, smelling the wonderful aroma of Baash’s Space Flapjacks.

His attention was also taken up by Tipsy, who sat across from him. They made silent goo-goo eyes at one another.

Same for Wrecker. He and Rueby eyed each other over their menus, making funny puns about the food.

Sitting across from one another and between the two smitten duos were Tech and Vix. They babbled and info dumped excitedly realizing they both shared a passion: Botany.

“...we were lucky to have survived the carnivorous Meat Flower of Dagoba, and I must say...” Tech trailed off. “Whatever is the matter?”

Vix had suddenly gone silent and sad. “I was SO CLOSE to being able to quit the Flushed Orchid...and start my studies. Have to find another job that will hire an Amaran...don’t know if we are going to see our last credits from this one.”

Tipsy added “Bet that slummy boss of ours will take all the insurance payout credits and run off.”

“He was probably betting on it being the Fried Orchid at some point. That man let the place go SO badly. And he’s got friends that will ignore the way he kept it to get those credits.” Rueby was angry.

“We know people at 79’s who will happily hire you. That is if you want to continue bar work and dancing?” Hunter offered.

“Yes! It was much harder to get hired in due to it being more upscale. I’ll take it!!! Tipsy perked up. “The pay is SO much better too.”

Rueby smiled. “Whooo! I’ll get to dance at the REAL CLONE CLUBHOUSE!!!”

“OOH, and I can visit ya at work in-between missions!” Wrecker was excited at the prospect.

“Oh honey...YOU can visit me ANYTIME.” She released more pheromones. Wrecker almost floated away with pure bliss.

Vix exhaled and exhaustedly hung her head. “I can’t do it. Tried so hard...but, the bar scene just isn’t for me.”

Tech politely intervened. “I am quite certain you will qualify for some financial assistance, including dorm rooming as well...If you choose. In addition, I shall speak to Coruscant University’s head administrator. They have some...’ wiggle room’ filling seats at their lectures.”

Vix was speechless. “Wait...what’s the catch?” She warily inquired.

Tech and Hunter were taken aback by the query.

Rueby and Wrecker ignored the conversation and kept flirting. The rest of the people at the table no longer took precedence. They were in their own little world.

Tech added curtly “Vix, remember the clones who witnessed how you and I were treated tonight? And their refusal to step in to help a stranger in need...and a fellow brother.” The memory struck a chord with the otherwise emotionally removed clone.

“Oh... Yes.” Vix’s face clouded with disappointment.

“We are NOT like THEM.” Tech glibly answered.

Hunter softened and fixed Tipsy and Vix with puppy dog eyes “Just want to help. We know what it’s like to struggle. There are no strings attached. WE PROMISE.”

“Ehhhh, MY FAVORITE CLONES! And they got some company here. HELLO LADIES! What are we orderin’ tonight eh?” Baash swooped in. “Tonight's special is Baash’s Hash! Best spicy potatoes this side of Coruscant. Ha-HAAA!!!”

Tech and Vix debated the various choices on the menu while Baash patiently assisted.

“Mmmm...I LIKE spice...” Rueby eyed Wrecker.

He giggled like a maniac.

“Get a room you two.” Hunter sassed.

He was then hit in the face with a wadded-up napkin from across the table.

Tipsy’s lekku went from a light lavendar to a blushed grape color. He noticed her sly smile. Then he detected a heady scent just under the aroma of cooked food.

She leaned forward and whispered, “Let’s get one of our own.”

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kingofspadescos · 11 months ago

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Dean Winchester x Reader - Ballroom Blitz

Right- sp I've gotten myself hyperfixated on Supernatural and well- I'm only on season 5 but I had an idea- so here we go

Reader is Gended Neutral

Anything in () - is unimportant parts of the song, not plot dependent

Song - Ballroom Blitz : By - Sweet (YouTube video at the bottom)

So imagine-

Dean and Sam were on another case, chasing what they presumed to be demons. A string of murders had been traced back to a bar in fucktown nowhere Pennsylvania, and the brothers had immediately swung by the bar once they made the connection.

(Are you ready, Steve? Uh-huh.

Andy? Yeah.

Mick? Okay.

Alright, fellas, let's go!)

As soon as they entered the bar, they were hit in the face by loud music, the stench of alcohol, and the overall buzz as a hoard of people gathered on the dance floor. Dean looked around with a smirk. This was something he could get used to.

"Hey Sammy, why don't-"

"Oh, it's been getting so hard. Living with the things you do to me"

Dean was cut off by the band that was currently providing entertainment for the customers at the bar. His eyes swept across the makeshift stage of the joint, and up to the singer, who was already looking directly at him. He tilted his head in question, but the singer only smirked and averted their eyes to his brother.

"My dreams are getting so strangeI'd like to tell you everything I see" they sang, looking directly at Sam before grinning and looking to the back of the bar.

"OH!" They practically yelled, causing Dean to spin around to see what they were looking at, thinking something was wrong.

"I see a man in the back as a matter of fact. His eyes was as red as the sun."

He turned back around with a roll of his eyes, now realizing it was only part of the song. When he looked back at the stage you were looking at him again, with a shit eating grin.

"And the girl in the corner that no one ignores 'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one" You said, and even though it was only a lyric, Dean could tell by the glint in your eye and the way you nodded your head in his direction, you were aiming the line at him.

(Oh yeah! It was like lightning

Everybody was frightening

And the music was soothing

And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

He couldn't keep his eyes off you as you preformed. It's like God had made you the headlight and Dean the deer, unable to move a muscle, to entranced.

"And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack", And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You sang, making a pointed glance to the back of the bar again, but Dean didn't pay much mind to it, a stupid boyish grin still present from the moment he laid eyes on you.

You only rolled your eyes once they were trained back on him. "And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you", It'll turn into a ballroom blitz" You continued, crossing one foot over the other and spinning around with a wide grin. He couldn't lie, you had a captivating stage presence.

(Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz)

Once you finished the chorus you spun back around, locking eyes with Dean again, before sinking to the stage floor on one knee.

"Oh reaching out for something. Touching nothing's all I ever do" You sang, stretching out a hand to the middle of the crowd. "Oh I softly call you over" you said, moving you arm so your hand was reaching out towards Dean, before beckoning him over with one of your fingers. "Then you appear there's nothing left of you."

Dean almost without hesitation began walking closer to you, only being stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "Dean no. You promised you would help me investigate" Sam protested, but Dean shrugged his hand off. "I am helping" Dean insisted with a smirk before walking over to you, moving so there wasn't more than a few feet between the two of you.

"And the man in the back is ready to crack. As he raises his hands to the sky" You continued, your eyes stareing into the shorter brother, as if you were trying to tell him something. "And the girl in the corner is everyone's mourner. She could kill you with a wink of her eye." Then with a very pointed wink, you were standing up again, dancing across the stage, returning to give your audience your full attention.

(Oh yeah!

It was electric

So frantically hectic

And the band started leaving

'Cause they all stopped breathing

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

As soon as the bridge was over you once again sunk to your knees, seeing as Dean hadn't move from his spot. "And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You sang again, and looked to the back of the bar once more, and this time Dean looked back catching a glimpse of a man who looked to have black eyes.

Realization flashed in his eyes as the song lyrics finally sunck in. However, he didn't have enough time to react as he felt fingers grasp his chin and turn his head back towards you.

"And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you"It'll turn into a ballroom blitz. Ballroom blitz." You repeated, emphasizing your words, keeping your firm grasp on his chin to make sure he understood what you were saying before letting him go.

Than everything seemed to happen at once, a scream from the back of the room and then chaos. Dean turned hand immediately on his gun, making his way to the bar. Sam who was already several steps ahead of the other, was already fighting off two demons, stabbing one through the cheek with the demon-killing knife.

(Oh yeah!

It was like lightning

Everybody was frightening

And the music was soothing

And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

You continued to sing even as you jumped down from the stage and followed Dean, your own gun in hand. "And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You said, coming up behind Dean, turning so your back was to his, making it so you didn't have any blind spots.

"And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you" It's turned into a ballroom blitz."

(Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz)

A few minutes and injuries later, four bodies laid dead at your feet. "Who are you?" Sam questioned, still on edge, knife ready in hand.

"Sammy c'mon-" Dean protested, even though he couldn't help the curiosity that had been buidling up ever since he saw you.

"Dean don't" Sam said "who are you?"

You huffed, walking back to your stage to grab a half a day old bottle of water.

"Y/n, my name is y/n" you introduced yourself "I'm a hunter, like you, had a dream about the two of you coming to this shit town but couldn't do anything about it since the demons had us on lock down."

You took a much needed drink of water to cool your dry throat before explaining more. "Luckily most of them like to have fun, and what's more fun than a little show?" You grinned "had to get you two to notice them somehow, thought the song was fitting."

Dean had followed you back to the stage, his signature flirtacious smirk gracing his features "well I quite enjoyed it" he said with a wink, moving to stand infront of you.

"Oh I know you did, took you forever to realize that I was trying to warn you and not just flirt with you" you replied with your own smirk.

A chuckle erupted from his lips "so you were flirting with me?" He asked, ignoring every other part of your sentence, opting to get step closer to you.

You shrugged, taking your own step towards him, your hand curling into his collar to bring him closer, Dean immediately biting his lip in response.

"And if I was?" You asked, tilting your head.

"Then I think I owe you a thank you, a date, a bit more"

( It's, it's a ballroom blitz

It's, it's a ballroom blitzIt's,

it's a ballroom blitz

Yeah, it's a ballroom blitz)

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