Crowley had felt a bit disappointed when he’d found out a certain angel had already taught Castiel how to tango. That brother of his definitely seemed to enjoy getting in his way in as many ways as possible. As he looked over the angel quietly, thoughtful and a bit brooding, he decided he wouldn’t let that get in his way.
"Do you know how to waltz, angel?"
Castiel took his eyes away from the blood that stained the floor, pulled from his thoughts. “Waltz?” he glanced to the side for a moment before looking back at the other. “No, I do not believe so.”
Crowley walked over, directing one of Cas’s hands to his shoulder before taking ahold of the other hand. He smirked slightly before looking up at him. “Well, it’s time you learned.”
Cas tilted his head, confused “Why teach me this? What would you gain?”
"Do you think I won’t enjoy watching you blunder around like a moron during the process, angel?"
Castiel looked as if he didn’t buy that excuse, but he didn’t press further.
After all, he felt so warm and inviting…