Day Twenty: Dancing

It was a warm, summer night; the stars twinkled above and the moon hid behind the trees.

Dean and Cas walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, their footsteps echoing through the empty streets.

They didn't talk as they strolled passed bars packed with people and dark store fronts. It wasn't until they were in front of a park, the wind shaking the leaves on the trees, that Cas spoke, "Can we just sit on the bench and talk?"

Dean smirked, "Of course." He led them over to a bench and sat down, pulling Cas close to his side. Cas laid his head on Dean's shoulder and sighed. "What's on your mind?"

Cas fiddled with the zipper on Dean's jacket, "Can I say that I'm ashamed about something?"

Dean shifted in the bench so that Cas was leaning against his chest, "What are you ashamed of?"

"I can't…I don't know how to dance," Cas whispered.

"Is that what's been bothering you since the gala?"

Cas nodded, "I felt bad that I couldn't share a dance with you and you had to dance with someone else."

"Don't feel bad. It's not your fault. I'm sure they didn't have dance lessons in Heaven," Dean said, trying to cheer Cas up. It wasn't working. Cas wore a frown and he looked deeply troubled. He really shouldn't be upset about this. Dean didn't care if Cas couldn't dance, but Cas obviously cared. Dean looked to the night sky and an idea popped into his head.

He dug his phone out of his pocket and scrolled to his music. If Cas wanted to learn to dance, well then...

"Okay, so this isn't going to be spectacular or anything, but I'm going to teach you to dance." Dean paused the song he chose and laid his phone on the park bench. He held a hand out to Cas, waiting for him to take it.

Cas sat there, staring at Dean, "Right now?"

"No, tomorrow…yes right now! Come on, take my hand." Dean extended his hand further. Cas eyed it wearily.

Dean huffed and dropped his arm, "Come on, Cas, you want to learn how to dance? Well, I'll teach you, but you gotta take my hand and you gotta trust me."

Cas no longer looked weary, he was trying to shrink back into the bench. He was embarrassed.

Dean's shoulders sagged and he tapped his phone. The song began to play as Dean straightened his shoulders. Cas titled his head at him and Dean's mouth split into a smile.

'L', is for the way you look at me.

Dean snapped his fingers to the beat and sang along. "'O' is for the only one I see." Dean pointed at Cas and tapped his foot. Cas chuckled as Dean's shoulders made small, slight movements along with the music. "'V' is very, very, extraordinary. 'E' is even more than anyone that you adore can love…."

Dean grabbed Cas' hand and pulled him off the bench, "First thing first, find the beat."

Dean continued to snap his fingers and motioned for Cas to do the same. Cas watched Dean's fingers and followed suit. He snapped to the music with Dean. "…Love is more than just a game for two…. There you go, keep going. …Take my heart, but please don't break it. Love, was made for me and you." Dean continued to sing, very off key, but it was good enough to help Cas focus on the beat. When Nat King Cole's soothing voice stopped singing and the music was the only thing playing, Dean pulled Cas into him.

Cas gasped and stiffened, scared because he wasn't sure what to do. Dean placed a hand on the small of Cas' back and held his hand up in the air until it was level with their shoulders. He guided Cas' other hand to his shoulder, "Use the same beat we were snapping and move your feet and body to it."

Dean rocked back and forth on his feet, swaying his body along with them. Cas was still for a second, trying to remember the snapping beat in his head. Once he got it, he tentatively moved his feet. He was too afraid to even think about moving his body yet. He rocked with Dean, who was smiling, "There you go…you got it. Ready to move out of this spot?"

Cas snapped his head up, "Move?"

Dean laughed and moved his left foot forward causing Cas to stumble backwards. "Easy," Dean said, "Right foot back, left to the side, bring them together, and repeat, but starting right…" They continued this simple waltz step, slowly and not with the beat. Once Cas got the hang of it, they sped up.

Cas' face was lit up with joy as he understood the steps and beats, "What kind of dance is this?" He asked as he stared down at his feet.

"The waltz step. Great for slow dancing."

'L' is for the way you look at me.

'O' is for the only one I see.

'V' is very, very, extraordinary.

Dean let go of one of Cas' hands and with the other, he swung Cas out. Cas stumbled again, not prepared for Dean's surprise step. Letting go of Cas' hand, Dean jumped onto the bench, pointed a finger at Cas, and sang, "'E' is even more than anyone that you adore can love."

Cas clapped his hands together and bowed with laughter. As the song became faster and more intense Dean sang louder and louder.

"Dean! Shh! You'll wake up the whole neighborhood!" Cas took a step towards Dean, trying to quiet him down. But Dean grabbed Cas' hand and pulled him up on the bench. Cas collided with Dean, knocking them off balance. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and pushed their body weight in the opposite direction.

"'Take my heart and please don't break it.'" Dean whispered to Cas. He wrapped his arms around Cas and swayed slowly, even though the music was fast. Cas rested his forehead to Dean's and closed his eyes, enjoying the closeness between them. "'Love, was made for me and you.'"

Dean tilted his chin and gave Cas a slow, passionate kiss. Their pulses raced and their hands grabbed as the song faded out, leaving them in silence.

Cas pulled away and whispered a breathless, "Thank you."

Dean smiled, "We should do this more often."

"What? Have dance lessons in a park?"

"Well…not in a park, but…where ever."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll teach you other dance steps too."

"Like what?"

Dean shrugged, "Tango…ballet..."

"Ballet?" Cas laughed.

"Yes, ballet."

"When did you learn ballet?"

Dean was silent for a moment then whispered, "We had to take a few lessons for football."

Cas chuckled, "I look forward to your dance lessons."

Dean jumped from the bench and held a hand out for Cas, "Then why don't we head back to the apartment and I'll teach you a few new steps of the horizontal mambo?" Dean winked.

Cas took Dean's hand and jumped down. He tilted his head at Dean's words, "Horizontal…oh…" Cas smiled and slipped an arm around Dean's waist, "I'd like that."

Dean slung an arm over Cas' shoulders, "Me too."