A/N another short story for y'all

They are having Chinese takeout for dinner again when a nine-year old Sammy softly clears his throat, getting the attention of the two elder Winchesters. They look at him, patiently waiting for whatever he has to say.

"I've been thinking-"

"Uh oh."

"Shut up, Dean. Anyways, I've been thinking about taking up dancing." Sam sheepishly says. He reaches into his pocket to pull out a crumpled flyer advertising dance lessons. John takes a closer look while Dean is choking on his food in laughter. Sam's face is hot, but he stands his ground.

"Dance lessons? Really, Samantha?" Dean is hysterical, clutching his stomach as he continues laughing. John looks contemplative, frowning thoughtfully at the flyer. He's met a few dancers on his hunts, and they are in good physical condition. Maybe the idea wasn't as ridiculous as it seemed.

"As long as it doesn't interfere with hunting." John says. Sam is beaming for the rest of dinner.

Six years later…

"Good, you're home." John says as a form of greeting as Sam enters the motel. The teenager dumps his duffle bag on the floor near his bed as he collapses onto the bed. Dance practice was especially grueling today, his current teacher asking him to repeat the same moves over and over again.

"Get ready in fifteen. We're taking out the nest tonight before it gets dark." John instructs him, and Sam groans into the pillow before getting up to take a shower.

"I'm tired." Sam complains when they are in the Impala, on the way to where the vampires were holed up.

"Maybe you'd have more energy if you didn't spend so much time taking those girly ballet lessons." Dean snorted. Sam flips him the bird in response.

The youngest Winchester is snoring in the backseat by the time they reach their destination. John is about to wake him up when Dean stops him.

"He'll be off his game if he's tired. Why don't we go after the vampires ourselves, he's been working hard these past few weeks. He deserves the rest." Dean explains. John thinks about it for a moment before nodding. They arm themselves with machetes coated in dead man's blood, before entering the seemingly abandoned movie theater.

As soon as they enter, John and Dean are seized by four vampires. A female steps out of the shadows, followed by three more vampires. John knows they are in over their head on this one. By the way the others look to her expectantly, Dean assumes she is the leader.

"Nice catch, boys. They look absolutely delicious." The leader licks her lips, her fangs glinting in the faint light.

…

Sam wakes up with a jolt. He looks around and sees that the car is empty. He swears as he hurriedly exits the car. His brother and father have left him behind again. Sam curses himself for falling asleep. He retrieves his machete from the trunk, and cautiously steps into the theater.

…

"You two are strong, and handsome. I could use men like you." The leader purrs, eyeing Dean appreciatively.

"In your dreams." John spits out. He pulls at the ropes binding him, trying to see if he could get them lose. The only knife he had was in his boot, and he had no way of reaching it.

"Don't bother struggling, even if the ropes failed, there's still us." The leader gestures to the other seven vampires. "Nobody's coming to save you."

"Guess again, bitch." They all turn to the newcomer, and John and Dean are filled with dread when they see their sweet, stupid Sam standing in the room.

Two vampires lunge at him, and Sam dodges the first one with a forward roll. Sam's machete swings upward as the second one flies over him. The blade cuts cleanly across the vampire's neck, and by the time the body falls to the ground with a loud thud, Sam is back on his feet.

Where John and Dean are brutish and brawny, Sam moves with grace and elegance. Another vampire moves toward him from behind, and Sam pivots, a leg extending outwards to kick the incoming enemy in the face. Sam brings the machete down on his neck while it is stunned. His family is watching him in awed silence, and John thanks his lucky stars that Sam took an interest in dancing all those years ago.

The remaining vampires surround Sam, and they advance onto him. Dean's jaw drops as Sam fucking pirouettes, his blade moving in a wide circle, slicing cleanly through the vampires' necks. Heads roll, bodies fall, and the youngest Winchester is panting softly inside the circle of bodies, blood spattered all over him. John and Dean had never seen a sight more beautiful.

Sam unties them quickly, and John gapes wordlessly at his youngest son.

"I'm never missing any of your dance recitals again. Jesus Sam, that was amazing." John says, and Sam grins at the rare compliment from his father. John has to remind Dean to close his mouth as they make their way back to the Impala.

"Hey Sammy?"

"Yeah?" Sam looks up, and is surprised to see Dean rubbing the back of his neck nervously, his cheeks pink. It was a stark difference from the usual cocky smirk and confidence he was used to seeing on his brother.

"Will you teach me how to dance?"

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