A/N: Gah, I'm such a horrible liar when I said I'd update the next day. *facepalms* Finals kept me from writing and I had no inspiration to write even though I knew what I was going to write about. So I scrabbled out this little thing, which I'm going to make another part to later.
Of course, I do not own Supernatural and any of its characters.
So with that in mind, enjoy this part!
"Cas, dancing really isn't' that hard," Dean said, then smirked. "Bet you're a pro at it."
"Dean, this is the most complicated thing I have heard since the invention of the wheel," Castiel replied. "It does not seem fun."
Dean sighed, ignoring Castiel's attempts and put on a soft waltz song. "You're going to learn the basics of Dancing 101." This is going to be awkward with the angel.
"I really must protest, Dean," Castiel said, looking toward the kitchen. "I…uh, believe I have to help Sam make some cookies."
"Sam's making cookies?" Dean said, distracted. "Sammy! What kind of cookies!"
Sam's head poked around the corner. He frowned at the waltz music. "Should I be sitting in a chair watching something?"
Dean scoffed. "No. Now what kind of cookies?"
"You'll see when they're done," Sam said. "Oh, and Cas… just do what Dean says. I'm fine in the kitchen, really." He laughed at Castiel's panicked face and went into the kitchen.
"C'mon Cas," Dean said, hands on his hip. "I'm not getting any younger."
"Heaven's calling," Castiel said, raising a finger to the ceiling. "I should-"
"Cas, no!" Dean said, grabbing Cas' sleeve. "You said you wanted to learn human customs, so you will! You try to angel-mojo your way out of this one, so help me, I will never call you again!"
"You two breaking up or something?" Sam asked, peeking around the corner.
"Sam go back to making cookies!" Dean said, giving his brother a scowl.
"Fine," Castiel answered wearily. "Now what do I do?"