Dean shifts awkwardly under Castiel's cobalt stare.
Sure, Dean's danced before.
Though, that was usually more of the primal mating dances to get into the barfly's pants, hips thudding along to a raunchy beat against the woman's own waist.
But he's left that all behind, since he found Castiel…
Now his angel's hand is clasping his own, while the other takes it's place on Dean's shoulder. Dean shuffles his feet to try and stand a bit straighter.
He's never done this before, and he's actually the confused one for once. Doesn't know when, or even how to begin. Cas is taking up the submissive role in the Waltz, Dean knows that at least. He knows his angel well enough to know he really is only trying to help Dean be more comfortable. He knows Dean just hates to feel like the 'girl' in anything they do.
Castiel slowly reaches down to take Dean's other hand, bringing it up to his waist and patting it into place. He cocks his head with an understanding, albeit small, smile up at Dean.
Dean takes an awkward step backwards, because stepping forward, logically, would only land him on Castiel's feet, and in an awkward apology.
But Castiel doesn't move, only tugs him back in, with a light "No. You have to step forward," Castiel looks down to the floor, going through his mind to find the necessary steps. "and I move back as you do. I believe, if I am remembering correctly from Gabriel's lessons in the 16th century, you must start with your left foot." The angel nudges at him with his shoe encouragingly. Stoic and Serious as he may be normally, Castiel can be amazingly patient and understanding when it comes to Dean. He is very visibly flustered, and Castiel immediately sends tendrils of soothing, calming Grace into his soul.
"Dean, we do not have to do this if you don't wish it. I simply wanted to share an intimate moment with you." The Grace strokes and nuzzles at the turbulence forming within Dean, calming him back down and clearing his mind.
"I would offer to lead, but I thought that you would find it more comforting-"
"I know, Cas. Thanks, I just…" Dean exhales. He focuses on his task, and lifts his foot, swinging it forward. Castiel is right there with him, moving as soon as Dean does, syncing immediately.
"Good, now the right foot, forwards and to the right." Dean nods, concentrated on their feet, and after a few more instructions from Castiel, They've fallen into a rhythmic groove. Dean spins Castiel in numerous circles around the motel room, and Castiel's Grace hums with satisfaction when he feels Dean's soul buzz with accomplishment.
He reaches out with a swipe of his grace, and flicks the clock radio into commission, a soft-rock ballad floating in softly over them. He opens his eyes to look up into Dean's, and is assaulted with a long kiss, that eventually, though they really do try to stay dancing, trips Dean up and sends them off balance, smacking into the wall.
Dean busts into his crisp laughter and Castiel joins in quietly, smiling widely up into his hunter's grinning green eyes.