Author's Note: Alright, whatever! So Kacee's just doing the odd chapter's and I'm doing the evens. Here we go.

Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel (Destiel)
Universe: Canon (pretty much)
Rating: K
Summary: Dean and Cas reminisce with Bobby's old vinyl records.
Word Count: 429

02. Speakers

Castiel sighed for the millionth time as he sat next to Dean Winchester. They were both on the couch, watching old re-runs of "I Love Lucy" on Netflix. Dean laughed.

"Oh god, I love this part. Y'know, when Lucy and Ethel are stuffin' those chocolates in their mouths? HAHA!" he doubled over in a fit of giggles. Cas sighed again.

"What is it?" Dean asked, curious. He had noticed Cas had been sighing for quite some time now. "Somethin' you need?"

"Yes, actually." Castiel said flatly. "I have a strange... what's that word?"

"Habit? Haircut? Pie?" the hunter suggested. Cas waved the words off. "No, no... I have a strange... craving! Yes, that is the word."

"A craving?" Dean raised an eyebrow and paused the episode.

"Precisely."

"For?"

"Glenn Miller." Cas told him. Dean cracked a grin. "You mean the 1945 hot shot?"

"Yes. The... '1945 hot shot'."

Dean hopped off the couch. "You're in luck. Dad left me his old record player and I think Bobby actually has some vinyl."

He returned quickly, placing the record in and cautiously lowering the needle onto it. Soon, "Moonlight Serenade" eased it's way through the air. Castiel smiled. "Lovely, isn't it?"

Dean, fearing a chick-flick moment, grunted. Cas cleared his throat gruffly and stared at him.

"What? Why're you looking at me like that?"

"Dean. Would you like to dance with me?" Castiel inquired, tilting his head.

"Um, no thanks."

"Dean, please."

"No." Dean shot back.

"Please?"

"I said no." Dean snapped.

"Dean! Please! Please! I really would like this opportunity." Castiel gave him his best puppy dog eyes. The hunter through up his hands. "Fine."

They both stood up awkwardly. Castiel put his hands on Dean's waist. Dean looked up at the ceiling and placed his own hands on Cas' back. Soon, they were swaying to the music.

"What the hell?" a voice exclaimed. It was Sam. Seeing his younger brother, Dean leaped backward from Castiel.

"What's wrong, Dean? Did I do something wrong?" Cas asked. Sam clapped his hands together, chuckling. He wiped a tear from his eye.

"Bobby! Bobby! You g-g-gotta come s-see this!" he managed in between laughs.

"Shut up, Sam! Cas was just-"

"Showing you how to dance?" Sam supplied for him.

"Yeah. I mean no! He was-"

"Busy being your romantic lover?"

"NO!" Dean yelled, just as the song came to a stop.

"I thought it was nice." Castiel said quietly, looking down at his shoes.

"Was that "Moonlight Serenade" I just heard?" Bobby questioned, walking into the small living room. This time, it was Dean who sighed.