The pool deck was crowded with passengers filling their plates with all sorts of international chocolate desserts, and others dancing by the stage. Dean grabbed a plate and started taking one of everything, while Cas hung back and looked around for unoccupied lounge chairs. He spied some nearby, and walked over to claim them. Dean found Cas a few minutes later, his plate dangerously over stacked with chocolate. He shoveled forkful after forkful into his mouth while Cas sat there staring at him. Dean noticed him staring, and paused, looking into his eyes.

"Want some?" He asked with his mouth full. Cas nodded. Dean fed Cas a bite of chocolate cake. "What do ya think?"

"It is delectable," Cas replied.

"You can say that again," Dean agreed.

"It is delectable." Dean chuckled as he finished off the last few mouthfuls of dessert. "You have some chocolate on your face," Cas commented. Dean frowned.

"Where?" Cas put a finger to the corner of Dean's mouth and wiped a crumb away. His finger brushed against Dean's lips briefly as he took his hand away. Dean's eyes flickered to Cas's lips, before looking back into the angel's eyes. "Uh...Thanks, Cas."

"Would you like to go dancing?"

"Ok. Guess I could work off all that food," Dean answered. They stood and walked across the deck to join the crowd of dancing people near the stage. The DJ was playing line dances to break the ice and get more people dancing. The current song being played was "Wobble." Dean saw several couples grinding, and cringed. Luckily, Cas had decided to observe the people doing the line dance routine, and tried "wobbling." After a few verses, Cas had memorized the routine, and was dancing in time with the music and in sync with the rest of the group. Dean watched him, impressed. Cas walked back over to Dean once the song was over.

"Nice job, Cas. I didn't know you could dance like that." A huge smile formed on the angel's face.

"That was most enjoyable. Would you like to dance with me?" Cas's smile was contagious.

"Alright, I'll try." The DJ played Cupid Shuffle. Dean tried his best to keep up and follow all the steps, stumbling a few times. The song ended shortly, and then another line dance came on. Cas seemed to be enjoying himself, but Dean apparently wasn't one for line dances. He went over to the poolside bar and ordered a drink. Several beers, and several songs later, Dean's mind was just about clear of thoughts of him and Cas in the shower earlier. He felt the buzz as he stood up and walked back over to the dance floor. Cas smiled as he approached.

"Shall we dance?" Dean nodded, and instantly regretted it as Cas turned around and pressed back against him, grinding. Dean's first reaction was to push him away again, but the alcohol took over this time. He grabbed Cas's hips with both hands and grinded back. Cas gasped, but kept moving. He was surprised that Dean was dancing with him this time. He loved the feel of Dean's strong, firm grip on his waist under his shirt. He loved the intoxicating scent of Dean's cologne. He loved the feel of Dean grinding against him from behind, moving to the beat of the Spanish reggaeton music. He loved the feel of Dean's arms wrapping around his abdomen, almost hugging him from behind. He loved the feel of Dean's lips as they pressed against the side of his neck- Wait a minute.

Cas stopped moving when he felt Dean's lips press against his neck. His eyes widened and his face flushed. When he turned around, he saw that Dean wore a similar expression on his face. Cas didn't know what to say, so he just stood there peering at Dean through his squint. Dean's drunken gaze flickered from the angel's eyes to his lips, and back again.

"Dean..." Dean looked down, and then turned and walked away. Cas noticed Dean was walking in a perfectly straight line, despite the fact that the boat was rocking from side to side in the fast moving waves. Cas realized that if the boat had been still, Dean would be stumbling all over the place. He also realized that the hunter must be very drunk, and then further realized it is why he must have been that compliant to dance with him. He power walked to catch up with Dean, who was already inside by the stairs. "Dean!" He called as he caught up with him. "I suggest we take an elevator, or else risk you falling down the staircase." Dean continued for the stairs, ignoring him, but stopped when Cas took him by the arm. He led him into the elevator, and pressed the 4 button. He then proceeded to lead Dean to their cabin, while Dean continued to try and break free of his grasp. Cas finally succeeded in getting Dean into their room. "Dean, what is the matter with you? Why did you ingest so much alcohol?" He asked as he led Dean over to his bed and helped him sit down.

"Cuz..." Was all Dean replied.

"I thought that you were having fun eating chocolate and dancing. Why did you start drinking?"

"Cuz...I wanted..wan...wanted to dan...dance with...you." Dean managed without slurring.

"You have to be intoxicated in order to dance? Must all humans be intoxicated to dance?" He wondered out loud, recalling how many dancing people he had seen with drinks in their hands on the dance floor.

"Only...me." Dean replied. He stood up and stepped into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. His mind was just about blank, but there was one image that appeared as he turned around. The shower. Him and Cas half naked in the shower. Cas's flawless, muscular biceps, droplets of water sliding down his skin. Cas giving a small moan as Dean washed his hair. "Cas," he called. Cas entered the bathroom at hearing his name.

"Yes?"

"Cas..." Dean said again. He put his hands on Cas's arms, and pushed him back against the wall of the shower gently. Cas gasped and stared at him wide eyed. Dean gripped Cas's waist, and leaned in and pressed his lips to the angel's cheek. Cas blinked dramatically and continued to stare into Dean's dazed, green eyes.

"Dean..." He managed. "Y-you should go lie are very intoxicated."

Dean sighed. "Sorry..." He mumbled honestly. He turned and sulked over to his bed and collapsed onto it. Cas shut the door, and sat on the closed toilet lid. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Dean had danced with him and kissed his neck. And just then, Dean had held him against the wall and kissed his face! Cas's cheeks were still on fire from that. He wanted so badly to show Dean that he wanted to kiss him as well, but he didn't quite know how. He also wanted Dean to be sober enough to remember it. He sat there for a while, lost in his thoughts.

Knock, knock, knock. "Cas? You ok?" Knock, knock. "Cas?" Cas sat up from where he had been slumped over the counter, asleep. He stood slowly and opened the door. "Hey, you ok? You've been in there all night." Dean said, worried. Good, he was sober again.

"Yes. I am fine. I must have fallen asleep."

"Well, alright. You comin'?"

"Where are you going?"

"To get breakfast. And then you are going somewhere. I booked you an excursion. You're gonna love it." Dean said with a smile, handing Cas a paper ticket.

"What is a butterfly farm?" He asked, squinting at the ticket in his hands.

"It's an indoor place with butterflies flying around everywhere. Not my kinda thing, but I think you'll have fun."

"Yes, it sounds exquisite."

"Great. Get dressed, I'm gonna get a bacon omelet." Dean went upstairs to the glorious breakfast buffet while Cas changed into a navy T-shirt. He kept the black shorts he had on. Dean returned minutes later with an omelet the size of the moon, stuffed with cheese and bacon. He sat at the bureau and stuffed his face, as Cas read over the newsletter.

"When does this excursion begin?" He asked.

"Twenty minutes. They drive you there, and then you come back in like three hours or something."

"You know a lot about this."

"Yeah, I've been up for a while. Talked with the people who sell the tickets upstairs about it." Dean answered in between mouthfuls of cholesterol.

"Thank you, Dean." Dean looked over at him and smiled.