Destiel Fluff

Dancing

hey there neighbor. So I was just reading through the comments on my last chapter and I noticed how many of you I made sad and legit almost started crying (thanks a lot you pieces of trash) and I decided to write. Idrk where this is going but I'll just kinda wing it. ALSO, (I know this is off topic but idrc) how are you guys doing??? I really wanna know how you're doing, so feel free to tell me in the comments or message me. Also, you should just message me stuff like your favorite book/movie/person/flavor of yogurt/historical event/anything bc I just really like hearing/reading things people write about their favorite things bc it's amazing. Anywho, I guess I actually have to write now. Love you guys.
xxxx Stucky_Trash
P.S: This is very short.

The song started out as it always did ("I don't know why I keep on believing you need me..."), but Dean didn't quite realize what it was until the next verse. When he finally noticed, he jumped up and grabbed Cas by the hand.
"Cas, did anyone ever teach you how to dance?" Cas looked confused.
"No, Dean. Why do you ask?"
"I thinks it's about time you learned."
Dean dragged Cas to the middle of the living room floor and put Cas' hands in all the correct positions to follow Dean's lead, then taught him how to count off the steps.
"Remember, Cas, it's one big step and two little steps. One, two, two."
"But, Dean, doesn't it go one, two, three?" Dean smiled.
"Well, hon, yeah it does, when you're counting. When you're waltzing, it goes one, two, two."
"But, Dean, that doesn't make any sense."
"Babe, lots of stuff doesn't make sense. Just follow my lead." They waltzed around the small living room until Rose-colored Glasses finished but, as soon as that one ended, another familiar one started.
"Wise men say, only fools rush in..." Elvis sang.
"Elvis," they said at the same time.
"Hmm," Dean hummed in what seemed to be approval. "Alright, sure, I can dig Elvis."