Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you
All the moves like Jagger…
I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you
You with them moves like Jagger

They catch sight of each other across the bar, and Dean can't help help but think of what a cliche that is. The bar is probably the best lit area of the club besides the bathrooms, but it's still hard to make out the guy's features, what with the strobe lights and all. Even so, Dean can tell he's a looker; dark hair, great jaw line, impeccably dressed. He gets up and walks toward the dance floor, and Dean is mesmerized by the way he moves. He spins on his heel, looks right at Dean, beckons him with a finger, and walks into the crowd.

Dean is on his feet and following in seconds. He looses him somewhere in the mass of dancing bodies, but a hand reaches out to pull him farther into the crowd, and when Dean looks up, he's smiling back at him. They face each other as a faster song starts and this close Dean can tell he's beautiful; full lips, bright eyes, stubble. They sway closer and closer together till they're moving against each other. The song slows down and they meet each other's eyes, and without further preamble, Dean leans down ever so slightly to kiss him.

He surges up into the kiss, brings one hand up to curl around the back of Dean's head, and wraps the other around his waist. The beat picks back up and they grind along with it in a way that Dean would usually be embarrassed about, but his mouth, his tongue has him more intoxicated than any of the drinks he had back at the bar. They break apart and he leans up to Dean's ear in a way that makes him shiver.

"Wanna get out of here?"

Dean smiles and pulls him toward the exit. They step outside and the music fades to just the bass as the door swings shut, but Dean feels like his heart is pumping to the beat. Dean doesn't want that feeling to stop, so he pulls him in close and kisses him again. One of the bouncers whistles at them and they pull apart.

"I'm Cas, by the way," he says.

Dean licks his lips, "That's a weird name."

Cas smiles, "Tell me about it."

Dean grins, "I'm Dean."

"That's a boring name."

Dean laughs, "Tell me about it."