This one is for CastielsLostGrace. Hope you like it. Sorry if it sucks. I'm sure it does.
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"(Y/N)," Castiel asked as he walked in on you dancing. "What are you doing?"
"Dancing," you responded nonchalantly.
He paused, then responded, "Can you teach me."
"Sure," you said as you restarted the song. You just prayed to God that Sam and Dean wouldn't walk in on you. If he did, then there would be a lot of explaining to do.
"First, you rotate your arms like this," you explained to the clueless angel. "Then you get low," you demonstrated. "And move your arms like this."
You watched as he started to copy your movements.
"Then, you lightly swipe your hand over your shoe."?
He copied as you tried to hold your laughter in.
"And then you fan yourself."
You were trying so hard not to laugh at the sight of an angel dancing.
"And then you pretend like you're shooting someone," (sorry. How I've seen other people do it.).
As you continued to teach Castiel the dance moves, Sam and Dean entered the bunker. They could hear the music coming from your room and peeked through the cracked door. All they saw was you on the floor laughing and Cas dancing, and they gave up. There was no more helping you two.
"She must be having a hell of a time," Dean whispered, walking away snickering.
"I ship it."
A/N: Sorry of it sucks. I know it's kind of short, but it's the best I could do. Sorry if it isn't what you wanted CastielsLostGrace.
