Day 20: Dancing
Title: Dirty Dancing
Summary: Dean teaches Cas to dance and maybe a little more later on.
Notes: Okay, so I just want everyone to know that I am a big freaking liar. I said that I would do a continuation of the last chapter in this update, but guess what I'm not doing? I'm sorry; I mean, I tried to write it, I really did. But I'm just so exhausted (rough day today), and every time I tried to write it to fit the prompt, it came out weird and abrupt. So I wrote a different, completely unrelated oneshot that takes place in canon (or in my mind; same difference). By the way, if it wasn't common knowledge, "Let it Be" is by the Beatles and is owned by them.
"Look, it's easy, okay?" Dean said with a reassuring smile as he reached through his opened car window and turned up his radio, letting the soft beat of "Let It Be" echo throughout the dark, silent field before turning back to his angel.
It was baffling to see an angel so much out of his element. He was standing awkwardly in the middle of the isolated area, his hands clasped nervously together as he slightly swayed back and forth with anxiousness. The sight made Dean grin widely at him, causing Cas to scowl.
"This isn't funny, Dean." The angel stressed, but the hunter couldn't even take him seriously.
"Let's just get started." Dean began, pulling Cas toward him as he put one hand on Castiel's shoulder and the other on his waist.
When the angel just stood there stoically, Dean rolled his eyes and sighed, "Cas, it takes two to tango." He smirked and winked, "No pun intended."
Cas gave him a curious look at his joke but didn't comment, instead answering slowly with a small amount of indignation in his voice, "I, uh...don't know where to put my hands."
"Around my waist," Dean instructed before casting him a mock stern look, "But keep it above the belt, Buddy. Don't need you gettin' any ideas." As Castiel pressed his warm, strong palms against Dean's waist, the hunter couldn't help but shudder out of habit before reminding himself that he was here to teach. Playtime was for later.
"Okay," He said, slowly beginning to move his feet to the beat as Castiel fumbled after him, "Just relax and let me lead. Don't think about anything—not the moves, not your feet..." He leaned in, breath ghosting against the angel's cheek as he murmured, "Not the feel of my breath on your skin—just focus on the music. Just feel the beat." Castiel was mechanical in his movements, still putting too much thought into the process despite Dean's cautions. But as the song played on, the angel became more and more relaxed under Dean's firm grasp, the tension that locked up his body finally receding.
After the last note faded out, Dean let himself linger only a second before pulling away and stepping back, "See. That wasn't so hard."
"You were a good teacher." Castiel told him with a shy, almost hesitant smile.
"Well, I'm no Johnny Castle," Dean said, smirking slightly as he leaned in and adjusted Castiel's tie just for an excuse to touch him, "But I'm alright."
Cas gave him a curious look, "I don't—"
"I know," Dean said, tugging his tie forward until their lips were mere inches apart, "Now...how about we learn a lesson in a little dirty dancing?"
Cas cocked his head, seeming confused as he asked, "What, are we dancing in mud?" Among other things, he thought to himself with a wicked smirk as he crashed their lips together.
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