[ It's strangely domestic. As they continue to step in measured boxes, Castiel's shoulders gradually begin to loosen and his posture becomes just slightly more natural. ]
No, it's... really basic, as you said.
[ It's nice, dancing with Dean. There's a sense of purpose and intent to their steps, even though the dance itself is simply the same action over and over again, neither gaining or losing ground. There's something unspoken and intimate about it that he wonders if Dean feels as well, or if Castiel is simply experiencing the novelty of never before having danced with someone like this. He's enjoying himself, though he looks down, momentarily self-conscious as he considers the dances he's seen. ]
[ As Dean lets go, Castiel is struck with regret for having broken the moment. He was wrong, he thinks, to question Dean about the need for music, and Castiel stands awkwardly as he waits for Dean to decide whether their game is worth resuming or if Castiel has ruined the fun of it completely.
He's equally surprised, then, when Dean agrees, taps his phone, and music begins to play from its tinny speakers. Castiel feels a warmth bloom fresh in his chest at the first chords, and the feeling only grows as Dean takes his hand once again, and he rests his hand on Dean's arm, and they begin their circular steps. Though the dance was beautifully significant before, the music adds another dimension to it, a harmony to the feelings Castiel is already experiencing. It emboldens him to put the feelings into words, however insufficient. ]
This is nice.
[ Castiel isn't sure if this is a love song or not, though the lyrics seem to imply some longing for it. Though Castiel can't be sure whether Dean had any intention in choosing this song specifically or if it were simply the first one he was able to retrieve, it has significance for them now, in a way that Castiel finds he secretly, possessively enjoys. ]
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Dean moves them through it a few times, showing him what to do with his feet, his arm comfortably around Cas' waist, holding him close. ]
Yeah, see. You've got the hang of it. Not too hard, right?
"Is this is right?" and you just let me smh
No, it's... really basic, as you said.
[ It's nice, dancing with Dean. There's a sense of purpose and intent to their steps, even though the dance itself is simply the same action over and over again, neither gaining or losing ground. There's something unspoken and intimate about it that he wonders if Dean feels as well, or if Castiel is simply experiencing the novelty of never before having danced with someone like this. He's enjoying himself, though he looks down, momentarily self-conscious as he considers the dances he's seen. ]
Shouldn't there be music involved?
it's how i show my affection
Instead, realization dawns on Dean's face, and he pauses and lets go long enough to dig his phone out of his pocket. ]
Right, yeah. Uh, this should work.
[ Here. Have some music to listen to while they waltz around a skeevy motel room. ]
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He's equally surprised, then, when Dean agrees, taps his phone, and music begins to play from its tinny speakers. Castiel feels a warmth bloom fresh in his chest at the first chords, and the feeling only grows as Dean takes his hand once again, and he rests his hand on Dean's arm, and they begin their circular steps. Though the dance was beautifully significant before, the music adds another dimension to it, a harmony to the feelings Castiel is already experiencing. It emboldens him to put the feelings into words, however insufficient. ]
This is nice.
[ Castiel isn't sure if this is a love song or not, though the lyrics seem to imply some longing for it. Though Castiel can't be sure whether Dean had any intention in choosing this song specifically or if it were simply the first one he was able to retrieve, it has significance for them now, in a way that Castiel finds he secretly, possessively enjoys. ]