Ah, the homecoming dance. Such a momentous occasion in the life of a high school teenager.

At least, that's what the internet has led Chuck to believe. He skipped all the homecoming dances when he was in high school, and Lucifer and Chloe only went to prom, and Michael threatened to have a public mental breakdown if he had to go to any dances, so this was really the first time any of his kids were actually attending the dance.

Homecoming wasn't nearly as big as prom, of course. No limos, no $700 dresses, no dinner, but kids still liked to dress up a little bit.

So Gabriel and Cas had put on clean button down shirts (Gabriel had even added a clip on bowtie because BOWTIES ARE COOL, DAD), Anna was wearing a simple dress with fancy ass shoes she had stolen from Amara, Charlie was just wearing her normal flannel clad clothes, and as for Hannah and Balthazar....

Well, they hadn't yet emerged from their room, so Chuck wasn't sure what they were up to.

****

"I HAVE A SURPRISE!" Balthazar sang, waving two garment bags around.

"What are those?" Hannah demanded.

"So I got bored,"

"Naturally, we do live in a wheatfield."

"And I found this REAAAAALLLLLY nice fabric at that store we really like..." Hannah gasped. "SO I MADE US HOMECOMING OUTFITS."

"Oh my god."

"I KNOW AND THEY ACTUALLY TURNED OUT REALLY GOOD!"

"YOU MADE US CLOTHES!?!?!?"

"YES, I MADE DRESSES, TRY YOURS ON." He threw the garment bag at her and Hannah ran to get changed. She let out a delighted scream. "DOES IT FIT?"

"IT'S PERFECT!!!"

"GOOD CAUSE I HAVE A MATCHING ONE!"

"You made us TWIN HOMECOMING DRESSES BECAUSE YOU GOT BORED??"

"YES."

"....YOU ARE MY FAVORITE SIBLING EVER!"

"I KNOW!"

So after screaming more and modeling their dresses for each other for ages (they were a pretty turquoise color and slightly fancier than what most people would wear to a homecoming dance, but neither of them really cared), they ran downstairs.

"Check it out CHECK IT OUT!!!" Hannah yelled, her and Balthazar posing dramatically.

"You're matching!" Cas said, delighted. 

"Quick, who wears it better?" Michael asked. 

"Balthazar, he's got better hips," Lucifer said.

"HEY!" Hannah yelled.

"WHERE," Anna started. "DID YOU GET THOSE."

"You like?" Balthazar asked.

"I LOVE, I'M JEALOUS, I WANT."

"I made them."

"You made them?" Chuck echoed, surprised. 

"Yep!" Balthazar started dancing around, excited.

"How? We don't even have a sewing machine-"

"It was a labor of love, and totally worth it."

"Balth, they're beautiful. That's amazing."

"I KNOW."

The doorbell rang, and Charlie and Gabriel bolted for the door.

"Hello," Sam offered.

"MOOSIE!" Gabriel jumped onto Sam, who fumbled to catch him until  Gabriel was dangling from his arms. "CARRY ME OVER THE THRESHOLD."

"I'd rather drop you."

"Do it, you won't-" And Sam dropped him. Dean burst out laughing and Cas stepped over his brother to greet him.

"Hello Dean."

"Hey."

"Bring them inside!" Chuck yelled. "I want pictures!"

"DAAAAAAAD-" Gabriel and Cas whined.

"SHUT UP, WE'RE TAKING PICTURES." A car honked from the street and Charlie grinned.

"Oh, no!" She said overdramatically. "Jo's here and waiting, I should go, I guess that means I can't take pictures-" Chuck blocked her path with a deadpan look.

"We're. Taking. Pictures." He said firmly.

"I'm not your kid."

"I legally order you to let me cry while snapping pictures of you and your girlfriend."

"....You get three tries."

"Deal."

So the kids suffered through ages of never ending pictures in all different poses with all different combinations of people, all wishing they had been smart like Anna, who was meeting her date at the dance rather than being picked up. And when Chuck paused to clear some space in the camera's memory card, they made a run for it.

"GO GO GO!" Dean yelled, diving into the front seat of his car as Cas, Gabriel, Sam, and Hannah climbed in with a scream. Jo, Charlie, Balthazar, and Anna made a break for the other car and they peeled out of the driveway just as Chuck walked out of the house.

"BE HOME BY MIDNIGHT!" He yelled. "AND HAVE FUN!!!"

*****

The homecoming dance itself, of course, was exactly how Dean had predicted it to be. It was held in the cafeteria, with cheap streamers in the school colors as the main decoration. A DJ was set up in the corner, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else and playing some shitty song that was way too popular on the radio for some reason. For refreshments, there was a case of water, a bowl of fruit punch, and two family sized packs of Oreos that were already empty.

AKA, it was really shitty. But kids were still partying up the cafe floor while underpaid chaperones watched on and broke up any dancing they considered to be 'too vulgar.'

"Well this is just as lame as I expected it to be," Balthazar noted. "Anna, darling, care to help me liven up the party?"

"Of course, darling. Nobody can liven up a party better than us." Anna agreed, bee lining for the DJ and shoving him out of his booth as Balthazar left the room. A minute later the song changed to a classic Journey hit and Dean practically cried with joy.

"How is your whole family so perfect?" He asked. Cas shrugged.

"I like to think that because we embraced our imperfection, it led us to become our own version of perfection." He offered.

"How wise."

"Indeed. Do you want to dance?"

"Hell yes I do." Dean grabbed Cas's hand and they ran for the dance floor. Sam and Gabriel had already taken control of the center, aggressively doing the Cotton Eyed Joe as Gabriel yelled at people who insulted them and insisted it worked for any song and he was willing to fight over it.

Balthazar returned with a pizza delivery man who added to the food and soda supply. The students cheered and the chaperones looked on, confused, but hey, if they have to stand around for three hours and be buzzkills they might as well get some food for the job.

The dance raged on, significantly livelier after Anna's stern talk with the DJ and the bonus of soda sugar rushes. Sam and Gabriel tore up the dance floor, as promised, although things got pretty intense when Hannah and Balthazar's dance routine put the Cotton Eyed Joe to shame, thus prompting, of course-

"DANCE OFF!!!!!" Gabriel screamed, and their classmates cheered as Sam and Gabriel prepared to face off against Hannah and Balthazar.

"You're going down, Gabe!" Hannah yelled.

"In your dreams, lizard licker!" He shouted back.

"That was ONE TIME!"

"STILL HAPPENED!"

"I WAS SEVEN!"

"THAT'S OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW NOT TO LICK LIZARDS."

"Gabe, shush," Sam pulled him aside. "We need to strategize in order to beat them."

"Why? We're obviously better."

"Yes but they already have an advantage over us- they have matching costumes." Gabriel gasped.

"Oh my god, you're right. I bet they planned this whole thing from the beginning, BALTHAZAR, YOU BITCH-"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT, FUCKNUGGET?" Balthazar called back.

"YOU'RE GONNA LOSE."

"WE'LL SEE!"

"Gabe, focus!" Sam insisted. "Now, have you ever seen Friends?"

"Uh, DUH."

"Do you remember that dance routine Monica and Ross did for that's New Year's Eve episode-"

"You mean the really complicated dance routine that is stupidly iconic and the only moment where Ross was tolerable in the entire show?"

"Yes, exactly."

"You want us to do THAT."

"I mean obviously I understand if you don't know the actual routine."

"But I do."

"....What?"

"Bold of you to assume I did not love that scene enough to learn the entire routine and commit it to memory for a moment exactly like this."

"You- you memorized the whole routine-"

"Yes....Did you?"

"Yeah..."

"...Oh my god, we really are soulmates."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here."

"Are you kidding, WE BOTH LEARNED THE SAME OBSCURE 90'S DANCE ROUTINE AND YOU EXPECT ME TO NOT SEE THAT AS A SIGN FROM THE UNIVERSE THAT WE'RE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER?"

"We can debate fate LATER now let's do it!"

"Right now? I mean there are a lot of people watching but okay-"

"GABRIEL."

"Yeah yeah, I know what you meant, let's kill this dance off."

So while Hannah and Balthazar executed some strange combination of the Cupid shuffle and the Macarena, Sam and Gabriel perfectly executed a dance that, to everyone in the cafeteria who hadn't seen friends (which was most of them) looked entirely original and awesome.

Of course they won the dance off.

"REMATCH!" Balthazar yelled.

"Maybe next year, when you're still here!" Gabriel crowed.

"Oooohhhh, you cheeky bastard-" 

"I vote we celebrate our victory!" Sam insisted.

"I agree!" Gabriel said. "And I know just how to do it."

"Oh?" Gabriel grabbed his hand and tugged him out of the cafeteria.

"Come with me to find out."

****

As epic as the dance off was, after a couple hours, the dance was starting to get a bit old. The music had returned to its awful cycle, the speakers were too loud, and Cas found the whole room getting a bit too sweaty for his liking. Luckily for him, Dean seemed to have the same thoughts.

"Do you wanna get out of here for awhile?" He suggested. Cas nodded and they ran from the cafeteria, sighing in relief as they escaped the noise.

"It was getting a bit hot in there." Cas insisted, as he and Dean started wandering the halls of the school.

"It's getting hot in here," Dean started to sing. "So take off all your clothes..."

"Nelly? Really?"

"What, you're not a fan?"

"Not really, but I didn't take you to be a Nelly fan."

"I wouldn't say I'm a FAN, it's just a catchy song."

"Not sure catchy is the word I'd use, but okay, that's fine. Tell me all about your secret guilty pleasure songs."

"Nelly is not my guilty pleasure music, thank you very much."

"Then what is?"

"You first."

"....Shaggy."

"SHAGGY?"

"Yeaaahhhh," Dean started laughing. "Don't judge me, he's good!"

"It's just funny!"

"HOW?"

"You rank on me for liking a Nelly song cause it's overly sexual, and yet you listen to SHAGGY. Mr. Lover himself!"

"I don't know what to say."

"Let me guess- it wasn't you?" Cas facepalmed.

"It wasn't me." He agreed

"But she caught you on the counter." Dean said.

"It wasn't me."

"And on the sofa."

"Wasn't me."

"And in the shower...."

"Nope."

"She has you on camera."

"That was my twin." Dean burst out laughing again.

"Alright Mr. Bombastic," He started, grinning smugly. "I'm curious if you've picked up any tricks from your Shaggy music."

"Oh really?"

"Well if we both have sexual guilty pleasure songs, then I think we should put them to the test and see who's a better teacher- Nelly or Shaggy?"

"And how do you propose we test that?"

"Hmmm," Dean made a big show of thinking about it and then sighed dramatically. "Well I guess we'll just have to make out."

"Sounds fair, let's try it," Cas agreed. "Although, making out in the open seems like it could be problematic..." They both looked around the hallway until their eyes landed on the janitor's closet. Dean scoffed.

"Well, it doesn't get more cliche than this."

"Nope, but I'm still willing to try it."

"Good, cause so am I." They ran for the janitor's closet, laughing again.