Cupid's a Lousy Shot -A Destiel Fanfic-

A Shot Across The Bow

Our love is a storm.
We have
Wind
In our souls
Lighting
In our touch
And
Thunder
In our hearts
xx

The dorms at Bentley were rather confining, and Dean's lazy streak didn't help. Articles of clothing were scattered across the floor-so many in parts that you couldn't even see the floor-and empty cans and bottles decorated every counter. He looked like an alcoholic, but Castiel hadn't mentioned it, and Dean wasn't embarrassed. Far from it, in fact. Bent over, he was laughing hysterically as Cas stood as stiff as a statue.
"What's so funny?" He asked, wearing the same confused expression he always seemed to have.
"I'm sorry but...Cas, come on man. Standing still and moving your arms a bit, that's not dancing." Cas pouted in response,
"I don't think this music is meant for dancing."
"Led Zeppelin's meant for everything." Dean quieted Cas as he raised his eyebrows.
Ramble on
Dean mouthed, bopping his head up and down
"You look ridiculous." Cas commented shamelessly.
"Good, means I'm doing it right." Dean grumbled as he proceeded to do a jig.
"I don't think I can do it, Dean." He frowned helplessly.
"Sure you can, imagine you're...Shakira."
"Shakira?"
"Forget it, just remember, hips don't lie." Dean instructed, pointing a finger towards Cas.
"Can you show me?" Cas questioned, and the hairs on Dean's neck stood up.
"Show you?" He turned around in his seat and peered back at him, "Not to offend but see, that's what I've been doing-trying to do"
"No I mean...Can you dance with me?" Cas asked rather blatantly, and Dean's face heated up before he collected himself.
"Sorry man, I don't swing that way." Dean smirked instead with a chuckle.
"I didn't mean it like that, Dean."
"I know, but still."
"Come on." Cas insisted and Dean stared into his puppy-like eyes, he had stayed up all night researching and watching ridiculous dancing videos in a pitiful attempt to learn things... He relented with a roll of his own eyes, like hell he was letting his suffering go for nothing.
"Alright, okay, fine. But if we're doing this, I'm playing the hot babe." Dean demanded, rummaging through a cabinet and pulling out a tattered blonde wig attempting to make it seem as ridiculous as it was.  He gave a goofy smile tilting his head and opening his arms out.
"How do I look?"
"A bit dehydrated, uncomfortable, rather dirty..."
"It's a rhetorical question, Cas." Dean sighed with a laugh, removing the wig and standing on his feet.
He shrugged, walking over to Castiel who grabbed the loops on his belt, pulling him closer.
"Woah there, at least let me buy you a drink first." Dean laughed.
"You did buy me a drink." Cas commented, confused, but he eased his grip.
"It's an expression, Cas." Dean chuckled.
"Wish I understood." Cas frowned a little, melting Dean's heart.
"Alright." Dean instructed, collecting the bits of his shattered manliness and trying to put them together like a puzzle piece.
"Here's the deal, we make you a better dancer, and then we don't speak of this ever again, understand?"
"What're you so worried about?" Cas furrowed his brow,
"Promise." Dean growled gently ,raising his eyebrows. Cas nodded and Dean grinned a cheesy grin, grabbing one of Cas's hands and leading him through.
"God, I can't believe I'm doing this." Dean mouthed his complaint.
"Ouch, watch the goods, man." Dean grimaced after Cas stepped on his foot.
"Alright, let's get this over with." He collected himself, and he almost thought he saw Cas frown.
"First things first, you put your arm around her like this." He instructed as the guy from the video did and resting his hand on the small of Cas's back. It rested perfectly in its curve, too perfectly. Dean was learning too. Even through matchmaking, he knew how to play an expert that everyone thought he was.
He licked his lips before biting into the flesh on the bottom one, eyes trained to the ground. He couldn't even look at Cas without blushing in embarrassment, how humiliating. His thoughts dispersed as he felt a strong hand snake around his back. At least Cas wasn't finding it awkward, how ironic.
"Is this correct?" Castiel asked, and Dean shifted. 'Too correct', Dean thought.
"Yeah..." Dean managed, trying to pull himself together. "Just, whatever you do. Take a veteran's advice and don't go anywhere near her ass unless you want an ass whooping. Then again, maybe you do, I don't kink shame." He rambled, but Cas didn't seem to be listening.
"Alright, " He announced finally, until he regained Castiel's attention.
"The lady'll rest her arms on your shoulders like so." Dean informed, resting his arms over the man's broad shoulders while attempting to conform his expressions to his toxic sense of masculinity which the hand on his waist questioned, spurring up a weird feeling from deep within.
"When the music's slow like this, you're going to want to sway." Dean instructed casually, leading him into the movement.