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Sam's favourite thing about the bunker was how he always managed to find something new hidden in a cupboard or under some bed. Despite having lived there for over a year, Sam was still finding new things every day. It was amazing what he found; books and music and little wooden toys. There was a chess set made of pearl and opal that Sam found wedged between a mattress and it's bed frame. There was beauty in holding a piece of history in your hands. It was a beauty Sam couldn't get over.

One day, some time after Dean had left and Sam was searching for a trace of someone, he found a box of vinyl records. He recognised most of the names, big band singers like Frank Sinatra and Artie Shaw. One album that particularly caught his eye was that of Glenn Miller. The soft jazz music was something he remembered fondly from his days at college functions, parties his teachers would invite him to. It provided him with something familiar to comfort him without his brother being there.

The record had been on a constant loop since Sam found it.

At some point, Cas returned with a tired smile on his face and little news about Gadreel. It didn't matter, Sam was just glad to have some company. The sound of the record player whirring was bouncing off the walls and driving Sam a little stir crazy, but the alternative was silence and God did silence kill his brain. Cas did the usual wash up, changing his clothes or at least cleaning them, before popping his head round the door of the library.

"Sam, what is this music?" He asked. Sam supposed he hadn't heard much music besides what Dean made them all listen to.

"It's called swing music, made by a guy called Glenn Miller," Sam told him.

"I like it," Cas hummed, drifting into the room. His feet seemed to skirt across the ground like a ghost. "It's a lot less depressing than the music Dean listens to." Sam laughed. He had that right.

Cas began to dance around the room, surprisingly well for an angel who had never danced before. He was gliding and sliding and looking as graceful as ever. The feeling was infectious, and soon Sam joined in Cas' dancing. He was a lot less graceful, tripped over his own feet more than once, but he was having fun for thr first time in a long time.

It didn't take long before Sam and Cas collided into each other. Sam fell to the floor and Cas promptly fell on top of him, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Still, the smile on Sam's face would not break. It was the most free Sam had felt in years. All thoughts of Gadreel and Dean and Metatron had left his head, the only thought being Cas' warm hands and the way they held onto his own.

"Would you like to try that again?" Castiel invited, and who was Sam to deny an angel asking him to dance?

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