Dean leaned back on the couch, not really paying much attention to the movie playing on the TV. He was about to change the channel to something more interesting when a hand stopped him. Dean jumped.

"Cas! How long have you been there?" he asked.

"A few minutes. You looked very deep in thought. I didn't want to disturb you," the angel said simply, staring at the screen.

"Can I change the channel or are you actually into this crap?"

"I am…confused."

"What about?"

"This couple. Why are they moving rhythmically to the music? It does not seem to be accomplishing anything," he said.

"They're slow dancing Cas," Dean explained.

"Slow dancing?"

He tilted his head in a way Dean would never admit he found adorable.

"Yeah. It's romantic."

"Hmm. Show me."

"I—what?"

"Please Dean, I'm trying to understand."

Dean nodded, sliding up off the couch and offering a hand to Castiel, who accepted, allowing Dean to pull him to his feet and lead him to the center of the room. The hunter switched on the radio on the bedside table. A soft song drifted from the speakers.

"So you just, uh, put your arms around my neck like this," he explained, gently bringing the angels arms up to wrap around his neck.

Cas blinked up at Dean curiously, waiting for him to make the next move. Gulping, Dean moved his hands to encircle the angels waist and pulled him closer so they were nearly chest to chest. He swayed slightly with the music, smiling as Cas copied his movements. Dean tried not to shiver when Castiel leaned in, pressing their chests together and resting his cheek against Dean's.

"I like this song," he whispered.

All of me, loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Dean nearly jumped in surprise when he felt Cas's lips gently brush his cheek. Cas must have noticed his reaction, as he pulled back, not letting go of Dean, but staring at the floor.

Dean slid his fingers under Cas's chin and gently tilted it upwards so that their eyes locked. There was a light blush across the angel's cheeks. Smiling shyly, the hunter leaned down and pressed his lips to Cas's in a chaste kiss, before pulling back and resting their foreheads together.

"See, slow dancing is romantic," he said with a smirk.

"I like kissing better," Cas stated, pulling Dean's lips back to his.