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Dean wasn't sure if Castiel could sense him or not like Dean could when he popped into a room because of the hand print. He didn't know whether he wanted him to as he made his way towards him. Castiel didn't notice him until he laid an arm on his shoulder. The angel turned and then his eyes widened.
"Dean?" Castiel asked, blue eyes wider than usual. "Dean, what are you doing here?"
"Cas," Dean said. So Castiel did know that the Dean he was dancing with wasn't him… Dean tightened his grip on his arm. "I think the question is what are you doing here?"
"I'm dancing," Castiel recovered quickly, putting on his stoic mask. Dean bristled.
"Yeah, I get that. I mean who the hell are you dancing with?" Dean demanded.
"I- no one you know," Castiel looked away.
"No, you're right. He's just wearing my skin," Dean said sarcastically. "Never met the dude obviously. Cas what the hell?"
"Your eyes must be deceiving you," Castiel said, refusing to meet Dean's eyes.
"Cas, you're dancing with someone who looks exactly like me and it's not just the perky nipples and the green eyes and the blonde hair!" Dean said.
"Dean, please… just go home," Castiel begged. He raised his hand to press his fingertips to Dean's forehead. Dean swatted his hand away and glared at him.
"No, Cas! I get the whole dancing thing and wanting to cut loose but-"
"Wait a minute," Castiel said. "I told you that I was going dancing and I was leaving my phone with you so you wouldn't call me. Now you're here. Why are you here Dean?"
Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone
won't make me leave no faster.
Put my coat on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
Dean looked away, embarrassed. He looked away from Castiel and let go of his arm. Castiel grabbed his arm and Dean winced under the pressure. Castiel loosened his grip but he was still holding onto Dean firmly so he couldn't escape.
And really, how was that stupid song still on?
I shoulda left my phone at home,
'cause this is a disaster!
Callin' like a collector -
sorry, I cannot answer!
"Hey, Castiel," the not Dean walked up to them with two drinks in his hands. "Uh, am I interrupting something?"
"He looks exactly like me!" Dean said. "He's a shape shifter!" Castiel looked away and dropped his gaze.
"I am not!" he looked offended.
"Dude, if you're going to be me, at least act like me," Dean said before turning his attention back to Castiel. "What's going on? You're dancing with me except he's not me! Did you figure it out after I walked up to you or what?"
"No," Castiel admitted. "I knew."