I got an idea for a sequel to my story "Being Human" so this is that, might need to read that one first. Thanks! - Taylor.
"Because I'm teaching you, that's why." Dean smiled as Cas exhaled and took a step back from him. "What's wrong with that?"
"Maybe I want to lead?" Cas looked up to the ceiling when Dean started talking again.
"And you will, but you need to know the steps first." Dean laughed at how frustrated Cas was getting. "Babe..." he stepped forward and took Cas' face in his bringing it back to look at him, he could see the frustration and it was cute but Dean didn't want to antagonise him, he just wanted to teach him. Dean sighed and leaned up to kiss Cas on the forehead, "Okay." He shouted over his shoulder. "Bailey!"
"What are you doing?" Cas looked to Dean as he took a step backwards and they heard Bailey's footsteps down the hall.
"Teaching you to lead." Dean smiled as Bailey appeared and raised her eyebrows at them. "Come and dance with me, kid." Dean put his hand out and Bailey just looked at him. "What?"
"What's he going to do to me?" She pointed to Dean while looking at Cas and Dean sighed looking back to Cas himself.
Cas smiled. "I have no idea."
"No, come on." Dean gestured his hand to Bailey and she crossed the room, passing the big table to the other end of it where the pair stood. When she moved Dean turned to Cas. "Out the way, you moan." Cas opened his mouth in shock and a little smile as he stood back, letting Bailey passed. "You watching?" Cas looked at him and smiled nodding and Dean paused a little before Bailey looked between them and then punched Dean in the arm. "What?" He looked to her and then cleared his throat. "Right, yeah. Dancing. Cas, I meant watch our feet, watch what I do."
He took Bailey's waist with his right hand and hers in his left.
Dean spoke as they dance. "I go forwards, she goes backwards, three, four. Right, two, three, four. Back, two, three, four. Left, two, three, four. Repeat, two, three, four." He looked up to Cas as they continued and Dean counted while Cas mouthed it. They slowed when they heard shouting in the distance and the three of them turned to see Sam following Hayley quickly out of the doorway.
"Well, that's hardly my fault Sam, is it?"
"It is if you won't talk to me!" He followed her and Bailey took a step towards Dean as they stormed passed and Cas stepped back.
"Everything I say you don't want to hear, you can't have it both ways, Sam!"
She ran up the little stairs to the exit and Sam exhaled.
"I'd better..." Bailey trailed off.
"Yep." Dean let her go and Sam moved to let her passed and follow Hayley out of the base. The door slammed and then a few seconds later it opened and closed again.
Sam ran his fingers through his hair and shuffled a little on his feet before thinking about punching the wall but not after reminding himself it was solid concrete.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Dean turned to Sam. He shook his head as he started storming back to his room. "Want to shoot something?"
Sam stopped and turned. "Yeah."
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Sam was standing with his gun aimed at the poster. Dean was stood in the next lane. They never spoke for a few minutes while they let off rounds and stress.
Sam emptied the chamber of his gun and lowered it to reload as Dean emptied his. He looked to Dean. "Cas doesn't have to stay up stairs, you know?"
"I know." Dean released the clip. "He knows that too." He started loading the gun as Sam slowly loaded his. "But he also gets that sometimes it has to be just me and you." He smiled to Sam and aimed his gun. "He's the first one to offer to wait."
"Hayley too." Sam pushed the clip in and aimed the gun, he sighed and lowered it again. "She won't talk to me."
Dean kept firing as he spoke. "Something she's not saying?"
"Yeah." Sam raised the gun again. "I don't know what though."
Cas was in the kitchen when he heard the door to the base open and close. He stood there as he heard voices - Hayley and Bailey's.
"I know, I know, but I can't tell him!"
"Well, you have to. There's no debate here, he needs to know and you know he does."
Cas felt this was wrong immediately, he walked out of the kitchen calling out for them. "Hayley, I am in here!" They had stopped beside the big table, Hayley putting the car keys on the table as Bailey dumped carrier bags. They turned to look, half shocked, half confused. "I thought you should know that before you kept talking." Cas explained. "I will just go." He walked towards the doorway.
"Wait, Cas." Hayley sighed as he turned. "Why did you do that?"
"Do what?" He suddenly tried to think, had he done something wrong by announcing his presence? He hadn't meant to, he had meant to do the right thing.
"You could have stood and listened but you didn't." Bailey looked at her sister while she turned and got a little emotional.
"It was obvious from your conversation that you were going to discuss something that you have trusted Bailey with and you are worried about telling Sam. Whatever it is, if I knew I would only know by being deceitful and I would not want to do that. And if I did know I would then have to keep it from Sam." He looked up the nodded a little. "And Dean." He looked back. "I could not do that either."
Suddenly Hayley burst into tears as Sam and Dean came back into the room. Seeing her in tears Sam ran to her immediately. "Hayley? What's wrong, are you hurt?" She shook her head, still looking at Cas.
"Cas, what's wrong with her?" Sam looked back to him and then to her. Bailey rolled her eyes and took the bags into the kitchen.
"I do not know. I do not know what I did wrong." Cas' eyes were wide with confusion and he turned to Dean. "I honestly do not."
She sniffed and tried to find air to talk. "You, you didn't do anything wrong." She grabbed Sam's hand. "I need to talk to you." She pulled him towards the doorway but stopped beside Cas and kissed his cheek. "Thank you." She walked away and Sam followed her, looking at Cas confused.
They watched them go then turned to look at each other. "What was all that about?"
Cas shrugged. "I told you, I have no idea."
Bailey appeared in the doorway from the kitchen. "They'll be a while, back to dancing?"
"You know what that was about?" Dean pointed to her when she shook her head and then zipped her mouth. "You do!"
"Sister privilege. Come on," Dean raised his eyebrows, "you know I'm not going to tell you."
Dean sighed and lowered his arm. "Dammit."
