Author's note: This is my first story uploaded to this website, I seriously hope that people like it. It's just a little tiny drabble that I came up with and was really nervous to add to here... Thank heavens my friend Mindy could convince me otherwise.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, CW, or any of these characters whatsoever.
Reason: A Destiel drabble/ficlet challenge on tumblr, it didn't matter how many words it was.
"Don't talk, you don't want Sam to hear us," Dean whispered as quietly as possible into Cas' ear as he made slow circles on the floor with his chest pressed flush against his, their fingers entwined out to the side and arms wrapped around one another's waists.
"I don't think your brother will notice us talking if he hasn't noticed you singing, Dean."
"Damn... you've got a point," he replied.
The vibrations from Dean's throat reverberated through the air minutely, because he was only doing it loud enough for Cas to hear it in their slow and steady heartbeat rhythm. Nothing Else Matters by Metallica was his song of choice, and although he'd only been human for a few days, Cas automatically picked up on the melody when Dean started the first few bars.
"I like dancing with you, Dean." He heard come quietly from the fallen angel's mouth a few centimeters away from his ear. It brought a smile to his face immediately, glad that he has such a large trust in him, despite Dean's attempts to push him out of their broken little family.
"Yeah?" He answered, leaning backwards to face Cas directly. "Me too. I think I could get used to this."
Whatever he was about to say in response was cut off by a long kiss from Dean.
Fin.