A/N- This is definitely not turning out to be the most well written thing ive made. Kinda disappointed in myself. And the chapters are kinda short. It's a result of my writer's block though so whatever

The next day Dean was stuck teaching snobby little rich kids how to tango. None of them could get the rythm, none of them showed any respect, and all of them complained about one thing or another. He was so done by the end of class which ended up lasting all day because the the stupid kids couldn't get anything right. 

He walked around the room putting things away, sweeping the floor. It got hot and his shirt was in the corner and his music was up to a fairly high level but not high enough to mask the sound of the door opening and closing. "If you're here for tango lessons youre too late," he said, not looking up from the broom going across the floor and sweeping the dirt into the corner. 

"Actually, I was wondering. . . after last night. . . If you could teach me how to dance. . . like that," said a familiar voice and Dean grinned up at Cas who was slowly making his way across the floor. The older man leaned on his broom, "Well I don't see why not," he said, eyeing Cas up and down. The younger man came close to Dean, invading his space.  Dean smirked and put the broom in the corner then went and changed the record.

A more upbeat song came on and he walked over and stood in front of Cas. "Move your hips like this eyes here, hands here," he commanded, demonstrating as he talked. Cas did as he was told. "Dont lean forward, shoulders down--no! down, Cas," he said, putting a hand on Cas's chest then shoulders. "Good, good," he approved, taking his hands off. He walked around the younger man as he did the steps, "no! ONE, two, three, four. ONE, two, three, four," he said, stopping in front of Cas to dance with him and lead him in the steps. He backed up a few feet after a while.

"You know Dean, I didn't want to do a formal dance, I wanted to dance like we did last night," Cas said with a sly smile on his face. Dean smirked and stayed where he was, about five feet away from Cas. "C'mere then," he said and Cas moved forward, quickly covering the space between them. 

The younger man ran his hand's up Dean's chest to wrap one around his neck. He ground against the older man easily and they moved together prefectly. "You know," Dean said lowly in Cas's ear, "dirty street rat like me, can't be good for you," he said. "Your parents would hate for you to get mixed up in something." Cas ground his hips against Dean's thigh, "I don't care," he growled, playing his fingers along the waistband of the older man's jeans. 

Dean slowly moved down, breath ghosting over Cas's chest and abdomen before he moved back up. Their faces were close as they moved their hips to the music. Cas was breathing a little heavy and Dean couldn't tell if it was the close proximity or the physical work. "Your parents will be mad," he whispered. "Still don't care," Cas growled. "I'm leaving for college after this summer anyway." Dean sighed, "They could get me fired, I shouldn't even be alone with you," he said in Cas's ear. "I'll make sure they don't," Cas murmured. 

Dean smirked and Cas smirked back. The younger man was close enough to kiss but Dean held himself back and stayed close even when the song ended. "You gonna kiss me or not. .  street rat?" Cas teased, grinning up at Dean. Dean chuckled, "Is Cas your full name?" he asked, changing the subject.

"No. Its Castiel."

Dean smirked, "Well angel, who am I to deny you?" he said. The dancer leaned forward and pressed his lips against Castiel's who kissed back eagerly. The younger man's lips were soft and they stopped the movement of their hips, focusing solely on the kiss. Dean pulled back after a few seconds. "Happy? he asked, smirking. Cas let a small smile pull at the corners of his mouth, "I'd be happier if you did it again," he whispered, getting on his toes to brush his lips lightly against the older man's. 

Dean smirked and complied, running a hand down Cas's back as he pressed his lips against the younger man's again. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and pressed closer, deepening the kiss. Dean put his hands on Cas's hips, pressing closer. Cas's touch was addicting to him. He loved when the younger man pressed against him and Dean kissed back like there was no tomorrow. 

Eventually they pulled apart, they had to. They were both panting a bit and Dean was reluctant to let go of Cas. "I better go,"  the younger man said sadly. "My parents usually expect me back soon." Dean nodded then pinned the younger man against the wall and kissed him hard before pulling back, panting. "Im sorry, couldn't help it," he rasped out. Cas was still a little surprised but gathered his thoughts and gave him one last kiss before heading silently out the door. 

Dean picked up the broom and finished sweeping, still listening to the music and remembering the kiss.