Disclaimer: Don't own anything... but I wish I had my own Dean and Cas to use however I want.

Inspired by a scene from Buffy. Can anyone guess which one? Props to anyone who can guess.

Castiel's eyes widened as he beheld the scene before him.

It had to be some kind of demonic ritual. Cas could think no other rational explanation for what he was witnessing - limbs flailing in every direction, bodies pounding against one another and the noises. Cas' mind was in turmoil as fear, disgust and a perverse kind of fascination fought for control. Fascination won. Cas had never seen anything like this and couldn't tear his eyes away.

Across the room, Sam and Dean huddled together, arguing quietly.

"I told you this was a bad idea!" Sam exclaimed, "Just look at him..."

Dean cast a worried glance at Castiel, The angel was standing as still as a statue, his head tilted slightly in obvious confusion. His shoulders were tense and it was clear that he found the situation uncomfortable.

But Dean couldn't allow himself to care.

"You didn't see him, Sam!", Dean replied heatedly, "He went full-on love guru. Orgies, Mary-J, the works. There is no way I'm letting Cas become a bigger degenerate than me!"

"And this is your solution? Bringing him to a club? That's pretty lame Dean, even for you" Sam scoffed.

"We're teaching him to have fun. To let loose a little. Get that stick out of his ass" Dean huffed in exasperation, "It's the responsible, repressed ones that you have to watch out for. One taste of something fun, something forbidden and BAM! They lose they're human and start conducting impromptu orgies while stoned out of their minds!"

"Hey!" Sam protested, "I'm responsible... and it's not like I've gone off the deep end"

Dean snorted.

"Yes... because knocking back demon's blood means you're totally well-adjusted"

Sam blushed, looking sheepish.

"We should probably go check on him" he replied, avoiding his brother's eyes.

"Cas?" Dean's voice was tentative and hesitant; he didn't want to startle the angel.

Castiel turned towards the brothers, his face devoid of emotion - only his eyes betrayed the confusion and fear that the angel was struggling with.

"What is this?" he asked, his nose wrinkled in disgust.

Dean was slightly taken aback.

"Dude, you're like thousands of years old... haven't you ever seen dancing before?"

"I have seen dancing," Cas replied stiffly "This is not dancing."

"Oh really? Then what is it?" Dean's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Public fornication" stated the angel simply.

Dean didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Castiel could be so freakin' exasperating.

"They're fully clothed Cas. Fornication usually requires fewer clothes"

"That's a pretty loose interpretation of the term 'fully-clothed, Dean'" Sam interrupted, gesturing towards the throng of dancing people. The skirts some of the girls were wearing could hardly be classified as skirts and Sam was pretty sure he could see a couple of shirtless men as well. That and the grinding were doing nothing to disprove Cas' theory.

"Dude, not helping!" Dean snapped at his brother

He turned back to Cas.

"You are going to dance and have fun whether you like it or not," he announced, leaving no room for argument.

"As you wish Dean"

The angel's arm shot out towards Dean one arm looping firmly around his waist, the other grabbing hold of his hand. He pulled Dean towards him, stepping backwards and forwards to an imaginary beat.

Dean froze in shock. He jumped away from Castiel, his heart began to pound faster than usual.

"What the hell!" he exclaimed as Sam dissolved into a fit of giggles.

"Did you not wish for us to dance?" Cas cocked his head to the side, clearly confused.

Dean barely heard him.

"Did you just make me dance the girl part?"

A/N: Just something fun I felt like writing. Reviews are loved and very much appreciated.

If there's enough of a positive response I might write a couple more chapters about Dean teaching Castiel about the simple pleasures in life... because Cas needs to have more fun!