Hi, everybody! I'm obsessedwithstabler and this is my first attempt at a Supernatural fanfic. I've only been watching the show for a month or so, so I'm a little nervous about this. But I hope everyone enjoys it!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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I don't dance, but here I am
Spinning you round and round in circles
It ain't my style, but I don't care
I'd do anything with you anywhere
Yes you've got me in the palm of your hand
Cause I don't dance
-Lee Brice, I Don't Dance
"I don't dance."
Sam Winchester looked up from his paper and saw his brother Dean glaring at their friend and angel Castiel. He snickered quietly and watched.
Castiel had his hand out to Dean. "Please, Dean? I do not understand this concept of dancing."
"What's not to understand? You get your bodies close together and move around in circles to some sappy big haired band song."
The angel's brow furrowed as he tried to imagine such a novel concept. Naturally he had seen humans dance; he typically preferred to watch the slower dances as preferred to the ones where it looked like the dancers were suffering from some kind of demonic possession. "I request a demonstration."
The older Winchester huffed. "So go find some chick to show you."
"Why? You are perfectly serviceable."
Sam had to stifle another amused laugh and buried his face in his paper when Dean glared dangerously at him.
Annoyed, Dean looked back to Castiel, who was trying his hardest to look pleading. "You aren't going to shut your piehole about this, are you?"
"If by piehole you mean mouth-"
"What else would I possibly mean by that?"
"-then no, I will not shut my piehole."
Groaning, Dean finally grabbed his IPod and turned on a serviceable slow song. Then he stood up, trying not to smile at Castiel's triumphant expression. "Well, come on."
Castiel hesitated.
Extending his hand to the fallen angel, Dean waited somewhat patiently.
Finally Castiel took Dean's hand and before he knew what was happening, he was pulled against Dean's broad chest. Instinctively his hand came up and rested on Dean's shoulder.
"Just follow my lead," Dean rumbled, and suddenly the prospect of dancing with Castiel wasn't so funny. One hand carefully grasped Castiel's while the other settled on the angel's hip.
Castiel nodded and gripped Dean's hand tightly as they began moving to the beat of the song. He had always denied himself such simple pleasures but in that moment, he realized how badly he needed the connection to another living creature.
To Dean.
They moved together as the song played, and when it ended, they continued to dance to music only they could hear.
Suddenly feeling like an interloper to a very private moment, Sam gathered his files and quietly slipped out of the room, leaving Dean and Castiel to dance in the privacy of the little motel room.
The End.