Dean Trying to Get Cas to Dance with Him - Requested By Anon
The diner was almost empty. To be fair, it was 10 minutes until midnight, and most normal people were at home sleeping by now. But not them. Not when they were on a case. A case that was currently so stressful Dean could feel the tension pulling at his eyes.
Sam was slumped down on the other side of the booth, looking equally exhausted. And Cas was wedged next to him, one hand resting on Dean’s thigh, the other flicking through a book. Anyone else would say Cas looked calm, composed, but Dean could see through the cracks; could see Cas was minutes away from ripping the book to pieces in frustration. He needed a distraction and fast.
Casting his eyes to the back of the diner, Dean noticed the only other patrons in the diner- an elderly couple- who were currently swaying together to the soft music drifting out from the jukebox. God. It really was an old fashioned diner.
Seeing the elderly couple was actually endearing, and knowing there was nobody else but themselves, the old folks, one cook, and one server, it gave Dean a little bolt of confidence.
“Hey,” he said softly, moving his own hand from Cas’ knee and sliding it slightly further down Cas’ thigh, squeezing gently.
Cas made a noise in the back of his throat but didn’t take his eyes off the page.
Dean tried again, fingertips gliding along the seam of Cas’ pants. “Hey, look at me,” Dean said lowly.
Cas finally glanced up from his page, frustration and annoyance dancing in his eyes. Dean moved his free hand from the table to ghost along Cas’ cheekbone. The move instantly softened something in Cas, and he slumped down, melting into Dean’s touch.
“Take a break with me,” Dean said quietly.
“We can’t-” Cas started to say.
“Yes, we can. Five minutes. Just one song,” Dean said, casting his eyes to the back of the diner and lingering on the elderly couple.
Cas cocked his head, a look of confusion flickering across his eyes. “I don’t understand.”
“Come dance with me,” Dean said, nodding his head at the couple still swaying to different song now.
“Dean?” Cas said, voice wavering on the word.
“Please? No one’s here. The only people that’ll see us are that elderly couple, and I doubt they’ll judge. Please, Cas? One dance,” Dean murmured.
“I don’t know how to dance,” Cas countered cautiously.
“It’s just swaying to the beat, just like they’re doing. If an old couple can do it, I’m more than sure you can, too.”
Cas raised an eyebrow, darting his eyes over to Sam. Dean copied the motion, steeling himself to deal with Sam’s teasing, but instead his brother’s head was pillowed on the book he was reading; steady breaths puffing along the pages. Asleep.
Dean smiled softly, darting his eyes back to Cas and trailing fingertips along Cas’ jawline. “One dance. You and me. And then we’ll wake Sammy up and head back to the motel and get back to work,” Dean offered.
And finally Dean saw Cas’ resolve break. Maybe it was the fact Sam was asleep and couldn’t tease them. Or maybe it was Dean’s pleading eyes and tender touches. But Cas nodded, whispering a quiet, “Okay, Dean.”
Linking their hands together, Dean quietly tugged Cas from the booth and they made their way to the back of the diner. The elderly couple glanced over, seeing their joined hands, and they both flashed them the warmest smiles Dean had ever seen in his whole life. He felt the warmth settle in his bones, and he turned to Cas, sliding his arms around the angel’s neck. “See? Told you they wouldn’t judge.”
Cas instinctively wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist, stepping in close. “How did you know?” Cas asked, letting Dean slowly start to sway them to the soft piano sounds drifting from the jukebox.
“Because I can read people,” Dean said with a shrug, before leaning forward to press their foreheads together.
Cas fingers squeezed against Dean’s back, and the angel let out a hushed sigh. “I like this,” he murmured as they continued to sway.
“Me too,” Dean whispered, leaning down and pressing their lips together in a tender kiss. They both lingered for a few blissful seconds, lips gliding together, and Dean felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. He gently broke the kiss, moving to tuck his head into Cas’ shoulder.
And together they moved, just gentle rocking back and forth, hands squeezing and presses of lips against skin. The music wrapped around their limbs, movements sluggish yet content, and Dean wanted to hover in this moment forever. No monsters. No death. No fighting. Just him and Cas and the soft floating tune.
One song bled into two and then three, and just like the elderly couple, they found themselves captivated by the music, softly twirling each other and falling back into each other’s embrace. Cas was utterly beaming, pressing quick pecks to Dean’s lips, and Dean never broke their swaying as the tunes played on and on.
It was a full half hour before they finally broke apart, fingers still tingling and the music still curling around their bones. And as they woke Sam up to head back to the motel, Cas leaned in close, whispering in Dean’s ear, “Thank you.”
Dean was about to ask if Cas was feeling better, words on his lips, but when he locked eyes with Cas, he knew the angel was more relaxed; radiating happiness with a red blush of exertion in his cheeks. And Dean vowed to get Cas back in his arms to dance as soon as they’d ganked the monster in town.
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I swear though, Ruth is the biggest tell that they almost kissed right there on stage. Look at her smile right afterwards and point. She knows. RUTH FUCKING KNOWS!
