In order to fully appreciate this story, I suggest listening to Louis Armstrong's "La Vie En Rose."

Dean and Cas had just finished working a job in Louisiana. Sam had taken the night off because he wasn't feeling well. Dean and Cas are leaning against the

hood of the impala over looking a bayou with fireflies lazily drifting over the water. The windows of the impala are down, and Dean's left the radio on and music is

quietly drifting from her speakers. This song comes on. Dean starts telling Cas a story of when he was in middle school and went to a dance.

"It was chaperoned." He said looking at his shoes. "There was this girl there, Nancy, and she had the curliest hair you've ever seen," he paused, smiling to

himself. "We danced to this song. I think it's the only time I've ever slow danced..." Cas cut a sideways glance to Dean. Even in the semi darkness, his blue eyes

sparkled. "Dean," he said quietly. "Yeah Cas?" Dean said locking eyes with the angel. "That doesn't sound altogether unpleasant. I would like very much if you

would teach me." "You w-what?" "I would greatly appreciate if you would give me a lesson in dancing this way." Dean's heart fluttered under his shirt. "Uh, I

dunno Cas, it's not something I'd consider myself an expert at. I haven't slow danced in years..." "Please," the angel muttered quietly. There was such a hope in

his eyes. It was just once dance right? What was the harm in that? The pounding in Dean's chest responded happily. "If I teach you, you gotta promise to not

breath a word of this to Sammy. He'd never let me live it down." "Of course Dean. You have my word." Dean sighed heavily and shook his hands out slightly as if

there was water on them in an attempt to release some nervous energy that had built up in them. "Well, the first thing you gotta know is that you gotta hold

your partner like this." Dean gently put a hand on Cas's thin waist, the other he placed lightly in Cas's hand. He sincerely hoped Cas couldn't feel the slight shake

emanating from his grip. "What makes it more," he coughed slightly, "meaningful, is how close you hold your partner. The closer you are, the more the person

means to you." Cas took a small step towards Dean leaving no more than a breath's width between them. Dean's breath hitched as Cas looked up at him and

muttered, "Like this?" It took Dean a moment, but finally he was able to mumble, "Yeah something like that." "Now what Dean?" "Well, you sort of step

together like this." Dean began swaying to one side and Cas followed his pace. It was rhythmic and soothing, almost like a lullaby. Dean closed his eyes. He felt

Cas place his head gently against his own and sighed in contentment. Dean never thought he could feel so totally comfortable with someone, let alone Cas. He

smirked and let a puff of air out of his nose in amusement. "What is it Dean?" Cas said, pulling his head slightly away from it's resting place to look at Dean. "I,

well, I guess I never thought I'd ended up teaching an angel to slow dance." A smile slowly spread its way across Cas's face. Dean thought he had never seen the

angel look so beautiful. Dean moved with excruciating slowness closer to Cas, his heart hammering in his chest. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the

angels. It was a sweet kiss full of tenderness and longing. Their mouths moved together for a few more moments until both the man and the angel had become

slightly breathless. Dean could feel the smile growing on Cas's lips and he broke apart looking the angel directly in the eyes. "Wow," Dean said softly, "I'd always

wondered what that would feel like." Cas looked up at him slightly nervously, "I hope it was to your satisfaction." Dean rolled his eyes and kissed him again,

hoping to convey overwhelming contentment he felt through actions as oppose to words. "You could say that."