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Prompt: Imagine listening to some swing music and Dean pulling you up from your chair to dance to it - from unknown


You pull your pistol from your bag and decide that now is as good a time as ever to clean it. You'd been meaning to do so for a while but recently it seemed like things just kept popping up and getting in the way. Not at the moment though, thankfully.

You and the boys were enjoying a well-deserved break between hunts. Just chilling in a decent motel room and finding different ways to keep yourselves occupied.

Sam had left a little over half an hour ago to go to the library, and chances were he wasn't going to leave there any time soon. You smile fondly at the thought and shake your head, grabbing your ipod out of the bag as well and then grabbing your set of portable speakers. Dean was out on a supply run, so there was no telling when he'd return.

You set up the speakers and plug in your audio device at the table. You didn't use the speakers much, granted, but they still came in handy from time to time. You scroll through the playlists on your ipod but can't decide what type of music to listen to, so you pick a song at random and put it on shuffle.

You plop down at the table with your pistol and get to work as the opening cords of the song start to play. You disassemble the weapon with deft fingers. Dean could still accomplish that faster than you, but you were by no means inefficient at it either. You grab an old rag and dip it in some oil, your foot starting to tap along to the beat of the song.

You don't even remember the song, all you know is that it has a catchy tune. And, it might not be a bad dancing song. You laugh out loud at the thought and shake your head. Carefully wiping the exterior of the pistol until it shone.

You hear the distinct sound of someone trying to unlock the door with a card and pause. You resume your work as soon as Dean walks in, shutting the door behind himself as he carries the bags of goodies he purchased inside.

Your foot picks up the beat again and you can't help but bob your head every now and then as well. You jerk backwards as a hand appears in front of you, cutting off your concentration on your weapon.

Your eyes travel up the hand to the arm and then to the person that the arm belongs to. Dean. You cock an eyebrow up in a silent question.

"Wanna dance?" he asks with a floppy grin.

You hesitate and he wriggles his fingers, "Come on," he says.

Finally you relent and take a hold of his hand. After all, half a song couldn't hurt anything, could it?

He grabs your other hand as soon as you stand up and suddenly you feel nervous.

"I haven't danced in a long, long time," you warn him, feeling slightly self-conscious about the admission.

But Dean doesn't tease or mock you for it, instead he starts humming along to the song.

"I'll teach you," he promises.

He puts a little pressure on your hands and you step backwards, he nods. Then he tilts his wrists back and you step forward.

"See? You're a pro already," he states, making you blush slightly.

You fall into an easy pattern. Two steps back, two steps forward. Two steps back, two steps forward. You start to feel your walls slowly coming undone as he leads you. Then he starts to shake things up a bit.

He pushes on your right hand slightly, letting go as you go out to the side before coming back in swiftly.

"And you said you couldn't dance?" he teases.

You roll your eyes as you step back in rhythm, "I said that I haven't in a while, not that I couldn't."

He twirls you around once to your left. Easy enough. Then once to your right. He pulls you back in and then he starts doing actions at random. Constantly keeping you guessing, and yet you trusted his strong arms and gentle grip to keep you upright.

Step forward and a spin out, then a yank back in. Twirl here followed by two steps backwards. All random and yet all flowing into a beautiful dance that made your lips turn up in a smile. If Dean's grin was anything to go by, he was enjoying himself too.

You stop trying to guess what he'll tell you to do next and just let the music and his hands guide you. Step, twirl, step, twirl, twirl, twirl.

"Dean!" you gasp, feeling slightly dizzy and light-headed once he finally pulls you back in. You stumble just a tad and his grip on you tightens slightly.

He chuckles, "Okay, okay."

He pushes you out and pulls you back in, pulling you into a dip right as the last note ended.

The two of you remain locked in that position. Both of you breathing slightly from the exercise. You look up into his green eyes and smile softly.

"We should do this again sometime," Dean says.

"Yeah," you reply, unsure if you can answer in anything other monosyllable words.

He chuckles and shakes his head. You think he starts leaning down towards you-

The door to the hotel room opens and your head snaps to the side to find Sam gazing at you and Dean with a confused expression on his face. 'Guess the trip to the library went pretty fast,' you think a blush blooming on your face. Honestly, you can't remember ever having reason to blush as much as you did before meeting the boys.

"Did I miss anything?" Sam asks, his lips curling upwards ever so slightly.

Dean chuckles and sets you right on your feet.

"Nah, just giving Y/N a little dance lesson," he says, giving you a gentle poke in the shoulder.

You roll your eyes but don't attempt to hide a smile as you sit back down at the table to finish cleaning your gun.


A/N: Thank you all for reading and please, if it wouldn't be too much to ask, please review! I'd love to get some sort of feedback since this is my first published work. Constructive criticism is welcome!

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~ H.L.