Castiel's never danced before. That much is obvious. Dean thinks as he watches the angel stand there helplessly. He holds back a laugh and steps up to Cas. He puts the angel's left hand on his right shoulder and then puts his right hand on Cas's hip, holding Cas's free hand with his own.
"Dean? Are we dancing yet?" Cas looks up at him with a tilted head and a curious, hopeful expression; every warning bell in Dean's head is going off, but he's ignoring them.
They're already dancing; they've been dancing around each other for as long as he can remember. "Not yet, Cas." Dean learned the tango when he was twenty-one to impress a girl he'd been trying to sleep with. He's kinda hoping to impress Cas now. "You watched those videos, right?" Cas nods and Dean hits the remote for the music.
On the first beat, he steps forward and Cas mirrors his movements; it's good to know Dean doesn't have to teach him anything because dancing isn't something you teach. It's something you feel. He just hopes Cas can feel.
Castiel keeps his eyes locked on Dean's face, the warmth from Dean's body seeping into his own. Dancing is nicer than he thought it'd be; he'd wondered why it was used as metaphor so often and now he understands. Dancing islike so many of these things, but a few are only ones he can imagine(he's never had sex, but if it's any more intense than this, he might not be able to handle it).
Dean is so close to him; Castiel can feel warm breath on his cheek, can feel Dean's hand tighten on his hip and he's glad he abandoned the trench coat because he likes feeling Dean's hand there. He needs it. It keeps him grounded and he needs it because it feels like his body wants to take flight.
The music stops and they stop. Cas looks up at him in confusion; he wants to keep going, wants to stay close to Dean.
"So." Dean steps back and Castiel lets his hands hang in mid air for a moment, as if he's about to pull him back. "Was dancing as good as you thought it'd be?"
"I-yes." He nods, trying to keep his gaze neutral.
"Glad I could help." Dean looks down and then turns, wiping his hands on his jeans; well that was a waste of -
"Is dancing like sex?" Dean almost trips over his own feet and he spins quickly, trying to see Cas's face.
"What- Why the hell do you wanna know THAT?" Dean's trying not to blush because men don't blush. "I mean, I guess-"
"Should I experience sex as well to compare the two impartially?" Cas is rubbing his chin, looking down for a moment before looking back up at Dean. "I want to have sex."
Dean just stares at him as the angel strips off his clothes, revealing toned skin; his heart beat is thrumming in his ears, a steady beat to keep time to when Castiel steps up close to him, cupping his cheek with a warm hand.
"And Dean? This time, I'll lead."
