objection//i'm tired of this triangle

[hasthebesttaste]

WHO: Madison, Sam, Castiel. Main thread close, but feel free to start a spectator thread :'D
LOCATION: The Great Hall
WEEK: 71
TIME: Breakfast on Tuesday
WHAT: A THREEWAY! Dance number, that is.
RATING: Uh. PG-13.

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Sam's foot was also tapping, a strange rhythm to a song he didn't remember ever listening to. He wasn't very hungry this morning, but his fork was in his hand anyway, tapping against his plate to the same, unique rhythm.

As well-refined as his Hunter's senses were, he didn't realize anything was wrong, yet.

He glanced down the table to his right, where only a few seats down sat the object of much introspection lately. He and Madison still hadn't really talked about it, and their interactions were getting more and more forced and awkward.

He didn't mean to stare, but it was as if he suddenly could not look away. He pushed his chair back with a flourish, planting both hands on the table as he rose dramatically. Alarm bells were going off in his mind; something was... not right. But Sam could not stop himself from moving towards her, his steps slow and dragging and ... strangely graceful, and all attuned to the music he heard in his head.

Reaching her chair, he pulled it back, away from the table. He set his palm against the table and bent down to look into her eyes, a graceful move, an invitation. Although the slightly panicked look in his eyes betrayed the scenario. "Madison, I..."

He had no idea what he was doing.

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[they are doing this dance and yes she will be wearing that dress :'D]

She had the next bite halfway to her mouth when a sudden slam of hands against the table jerked her attention to a few seats down where...Sam Winchester was making a spectacle of himself.

Madison watched, eyebrows slowly creeping further up her forehead in incredulity, a wide smile breaking out across her face as he approached, not bothering to hide her small laugh as he stopped in front of her. The music in her head swelled and it was only after she'd stood up just as dramatically, one hand splayed in the air as the other drew slowly from her wrist down her suddenly bare arm to her shoulder.

"And here I thought things couldn't get worse than trolls," was all she said, shaking her head even as her body body without her permission, taking a few steps back from him. Taunting. "Where did this dress come from?"

[protectthem]

He had no idea where her dress came from, but his eyes drop appreciatively over her curves before he can help it. Sam also seems to have no idea where his sleek new vest and shirt outfit came from, his heavy school robes vanishing into mist.

Her bare shoulders were a wonderful thing to watch as she moved, the dining room candle light gleaming across her tanned skin.

"This is definitely a spell," He observed dryly, and-- he leapt up onto the table. Onto. The table. Ignoring the plates half-piled with breakfast, he reached down and lifted Madison up with him, frowning at her in consternation.

"Okay. I can't stop." Not that he was particularly trying, but he was growing concerned that he could not seem to help himself from drawing her closer and pulling her into a smooth dance. A tango? He had no idea what this was. "Can you stop?"

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Maddie didn't bother to hide an amused smirk that clearly stated she knew what he was doing, noting the way his eyes dropped, taking her in. Okay, so this was probably going to be the most mortifying experience of her time at Hogwarts so far, but if it got Sam Winchester looking at her like that, she wasn't sure she minded. Considering that she'd been getting mostly haunted expression of guilt from him since they'd run into each other, this was definitely an improvement.

"Really," she replied, tone just as dry before he leapt up onto the table and that was really too much. She started to laugh, only to cut herself off with a sound of surprise as his large hands closed around her waist, lifting her up onto the table with him. "Oh, no. It's not going to--"

And then her feet started moving on their own, and she was too busy focussing on not focussing on how close Sam was, and what they'd been doing the last time they were this close. "I can't stop," she admitted, throwing a hasty apology to the professor whose orange juice she'd just knocked over.

[protectthem]

"I think it's going to."

Sam's big feet were knocking plates aside left and right, at least those that the professors weren't quick enough to move out of his way. He grumbled several embarrassed apologies as they danced down the table, trying not to notice how closely pressed against each other he and Madison were, and how much her really wasn't fighting the compulsion to hold her near. They moved down the table together-- and Sam would later completely blame the spell when his foot kicked Kyp's plate right into the mental magic professor's lap-- and Sam was amazed at how perfectly in sync he and Madison were.

Then he accidentally stepped in a bowl of oatmeal.

"I am definitely going to murder whoever cast this," He muttered darkly, although there was a spark of amusement behind that brooding gaze that even Sam could not keep down.

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"Jeez, Sam," she murmured in response as her feet performed some complicated step that she didn't have a name for before continuing down the length of the table. "You have to murder some poor kid for making you dance with me? You sure know how to stroke a girl's ego, huh." It was only after the words left her both that she realised the possible, if unintentional, double entendre. Oops.

Before she could comment on that, however, she was abruptly dipped backwards over the edge of the table, leg straight up in the air as Sam and her other foot held her weight before she was returned to a standing position. "Crap." She really hoped the dress had come with dancer's underwear; she was a little too distracted by Sam being in even closer proximity now to be entirely certain if the spell had affected her entire outfit.

[protectthem]

"My shoe is covered in oatmeal," Was his only dry reply, ignoring the double entendre in favor of brooding. He could brood very well, when the situation called for it, although that serious expression on his face just made their tango seem all the more intense. He dipped her over the table-- he did not even know he knew how to dip someone, but she bent smoothly and his hands were placed perfectly to catch her body. There was no fear of dropping her, and when he pulled her back up, she stopped within an inch of his lips.

He wasn't sure if it was him or the god-forsaken spell that pressed pause as his eyes fell to regard that distance.

Then they spun and were moving again, still close, still entwined. Still stepping in everyone's breakfast, although suddenly that was the least of Sam's worries.

[the_rapturing]

Castiel certainly wasn't used to having a show with his breakfast. It didn't surprised him, however. It was par for the course at Hogwarts.

It wasn't until it was too late that he realized what was amiss. His own fork had been tapping some unknown rhythm, but it was ignored for the spectacle Sam Winchester was making with the new teacher Madison. He was only glad he wasn't up there.

Until he was.

With the music, he stood and pushed his chair back. He stalked onto the table in a fluid, graceful movement he didn't know he possessed. He walked straight up to the dancing duo and grabbed both of Sam's hands. With Madison locked between them. Oh, no. This wasn't happening.

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"Think of it as an excuse to buy new--" Madison cut off her equally dry response as she abruptly came to the same realisation that Sam had - namely the incredible lack of distance between them, the way they were pressed up against each other, the way his eyes dropped, and she could so easily kiss him right now except that would definitely be unprofessional--

And they whirled on and Madison was able to breathe an inward sigh of relief the quickly morphed into an outward sound of surprise as she felt another body behind her, hands closing over both her and Sam's. "Oh, no." She glanced over her shoulder, and sure enough there was Castiel.

She couldn't help herself, even as her feet performed so intricate movement of their own accord; she started to laugh.

[protectthem]

As strange as this was, Sam was finding he didn't mind it so much-- not really. Madision was soft and graceful in his arms, and he hadn't been this close to her since.

Well.

It wasn't really so bad, come to think of it. Sam was almost enjoying himself when--

What the fuck was Castiel doing?

Madision pulled away from him, holding out a dramatic arm as if to push Castiel back. Sam approved, but Castiel kept coming, and suddenly the two man had locked hands with Madision inside their circle.

Sam threw his hands down, sliding around to Madison's left, the beat still drumming loudly in his ears. Castiel moved in a mirror image of Sam's dancing, both of them crouching to their knees as they circled the brunette.

[the_rapturing]

The horns blared loudly in time with the drums. He could feel his heart pounding along with them. In general, he liked to keep things private. This went against every fiber of his being. He was going to make a note to find reversals for these mortifying spells. If he was going to remain at Hogwarts long term, he would certainly need protection.

Even as he protested mentally, he found himself mirroring Sam's movement. There was hardly any room for them to be making circles around her. Neither man was particularly small. Drinks and plates were overturned and Castiel could only be grateful nothing was too complicated. Madison was at the center. Maybe everyone would just forget he was up there feeling a fool.