A/N: I said I would update later and gosh darn, I did! I have no experience whatsoever in dancing (okay, that's a lie-I did, but I forgot it all), so I'm not going into detail with the dancing. In this episode: dancing and a cookie eating session. All 'cuz I feel terrible for leaving you guys for so long w/o an update and then only update with a small episode (like 350 words…FAIL xD). So here you guys go! Enjoy! Oh, and after this episode, I'll need ideas again, so please feel free to share them! Any spelling errors are mine!

Disclaimer: I, Arengtum Lupus, solemnly swear I do not own Supernatural and any of its characters. Feel better? You should.

"Alrightie Cas, now just put your right hand on my hip," Dean said, looking at the angel. "And I'll do the same."

Cas looked at Dean. "Doesn't dancing involve a male and a female?"

"Cas, geez!" Dean groaned. "Stop stalling! I'm trying to teach you a human custom so shut up and learn!"

"Was my statement false?" Castiel questioned, but did as Dean directed earlier.

"No," Dean replied. "But for the sake of learning, and seeing as there are no ladies around, I'm teaching you."

"Okay, so now what?" Cas asked, staring at Dean.

"Now you learn to follow the beat," Dean said. "Specifically, in a waltz, you dance to beats in three. So you count mentally in your head: one two three, one two three. Then you move your legs."

Cas tilted his head and Dean could see he was listening to the music. "I believe I understand now."

"Great, let's get started," Dean said. "Now we're gonna move in a square direction and just keep repeating it, okay? Just till you get it."

"Very well," Castiel replied.

Dean nodded, and after a pause, they started to dance. Admittedly Cas was lost during the first minute and stepped on Dean's foot twice (in which Dean stomped promptly on Cas' foot on both occasions as payback), but after complications, the two finally managed to dance smoothly. When the song ended, Dean smirked at Cas' happy expression.

"That was enjoyable," Castiel said, "I will admit."

"Glad to know," Dean replied, looking at Castiel, who had not let go of Dean. "Um…Cas? Personal space now please."

Castiel just stared at Dean for a moment before letting go of Dean and backed away.

"Do I get an encore?" Sam asked, standing behind the couch with a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

"Do we get cookies?" Dean asked, already grabbing for one but Sam simply raised his hand to get it out of Dean's reach.

"If you give us an encore," Sam smirked.

"Us?" Dean said. "Where's-oh."

"C'mon Bobby, let's enjoy this," Sam said, settling himself on the couch. Bobby came out of the kitchen and sat next to Sam.

"You idjits gonna perform or we gotta thrown tomatoes at you?" Bobby said. "I didn't will myself to stay up late just to see you stare at us."

"Uh… well we were only practicing," Dean said. "The real performance's not till-"

"Stop stalling Dean," Castiel said in the most serious tone, and Dean cursed himself for Castiel mocking him with his own phrase he used earlier.

"Okay," Dean said after a shrug. "Fine. Okay. Um… just like we practiced then, right?" He went to go put on the waltz music. He walked over to Cas and the two went into their dance. Dean was grateful for no foot accidents and found himself staring at Cas' eyes throughout the whole dance. Once again the music ended and Cas didn't let Dean go.

"Cas, you got something against letting people go?" Dean questioned. "I'd like my cookies now and I find that hard to do when you're holding on to me."

Castiel looked embarrassed only for the slightest second before he went back to his neutral face and stepped away. "Sorry, I was still in the 'mood' of dancing."

Dean frowned at Cas but let it go. "C'mere cookies!" He reached for one on the plate Sam had put on the table.

Castiel just stood there, observing the three eat cookies. After a moment Dean looked up and threw a cookie at Castiel who caught it at the last millisecond. Dean watched as Cas turned the cookie in everywhich way before finally taking a bite out of it.

"Whatcha think of it?" Dean asked.

"It is…very soft," Castiel said after finishing it. "I would like another."

"Looks like he likes cookies more than your pie Dean," Sam said with a smug look and tossed Castiel another cookie.

"He does not!" Dean said. "Cas! You still like pie, don't you?"

"Of course," Castiel said, looking innocent as he ate his cookie, his gaze turned to Dean.

"Do you like cookies….better?" Dean asked.

"I wish not to answer that," Castiel said and turned around. "I should get to Heaven now…"

"Not until you answer me!" Dean said and walked over to Castiel. "Pie or cookie?"

"Dean, why is this so important?" Castiel questioned.

"Just answer the question," Dean said. "It'll make me feel better."

Castiel just stared at Dean. Then, finally: "Cookies."

Dean stared at Cas. "What-did you hear him?" He pointed a finger at the angel. "He chose cookies!"

Castiel tilted his head. "Did I provide the wrong answer?"

"Dean, not everyone has a pie fetish like you do," Sam chuckled on the couch.

"Oh, it's on," Dean glared. "Cas, I'm going to make you like pie!"

Castiel's face turned slightly afraid. "I believe I should-"

"Oh no you don't," Dean grabbed Castiel's arm. "You. Me. Kitchen. Baking pie. Now." He proceeded to drag Castiel to the kitchen. "It's on, Sam, it's on!"

A/N: Hmmmm…. Not exactly the best I've written… but hey, I got a chapter out! I feel this was a little OOC xD. I had an idea to start writing a How To Train Your Dragon fanfiction (because it is the BEST FREAKIN' MOVIE EVER!). Who'd be interested in reading? Until next time! ~~ArLu~~