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"Like always Dean was caught off guard by how- well. Beautiful the dancer was. The way he moved, the unashamed way he displayed his body, the lines and plains he created when twisting this way or that. Not to mention the unfairly attractive face -- this guy hit all of Dean’s marks for male partners, with his messy hair and pink lips that made Dean think of things that would make a nun blush. The name, Angel Dance Studio, made all too much sense, watching him -- if angels were real, this dancer’s face would surely be the face they wore. Even his eyes, something Dean rarely got to make out, were the most captivating shade of blue, electrifying you and freezing you at once when they suddenly turned on you-
A night of awkward conversations, humiliating moments, and halfhearted attempts at trying to learn to dance for his brother's wedding take a surprising turn for the better for Dean when he realizes he accidentally locked himself out of his car. He and Castiel, the dance instructor he's admired from afar for so long, end up bonding over buried memories of past pain and find themselves dancing towards a brighter future together
T; No smut; some sexual humor; normal human au; 12k words; discussions of homophobia, biphobia, past homelessness, and bad parenting (all past); fluff, humor, angst, hurt/comfort; destiel (additional tags and warning in fic)
A @bottomcasreversebang Fic
With art by the wonderful @stillwinchester ✨