Let Me Teach You how To Dance

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Castiels POV

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Castiel chewed the end of his pen, he was officially fed up, fed up of college, fed up of Michael, so what if he was 20 and single, it wasn't Michael's business! Any way - fed up of everything really, again questioning his life choices, why did he want a diploma in phycology? Why want to be a psychologist when he could work in McDonalds?

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Dean POV

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Dean hissed slightly,dancing was painful! It was girly, he kind of hated himself for being a dancer, but he was good at it, and he was wanted.

Still, geese, this hurt like hell!

He followed the instructors movements, up, down, pivot, leap, reach, leap, turn, walk over, side flip,cartwheel, side splits, done. And take five.

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Castiels POV

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"Ok were done for today, you guys can pack up, i'll see you all tomorrow!" Castiels lecturer took down the power point, cas put his many many.....many pages of notes in his satchel and slung it on his shoulder.

He walked out of the class room and trudged down the crowded hallways, past English literature, *sigh*, amateur dramatics, ugh, biologists, eeew, physicists, loud, chemists, walk quickly-no one can blame you if someone dies if your not there, geologists,boring as bible - which was flawed, he pointed out as he walked past religious studies.

Dance, the dancers, there was something about them, no, not them. Him. There was one, one castiel kinda watched over, in a totally non stalker way! He hardly knew his name but, there was something about that blonde haired green eyed well built man that he saw dance nearly every day, and what a fabulous dancer he was, the way he moved to the beat.wow. Again, totally not a stalker!

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Okay hey!

So this fic is gonna be a bit of a roller coaster, but I think it's gonna turn out ok - I hope you like it, comment your suggestions please!

I'll be updating every weekend!

-Rosie

PS; read my other fic's, like apple juice or the ungodly hour!

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