When Cas finally woke up, Dean had fallen asleep beside him in the attic, fingers curled tightly round his own. Smiling softly, Cas shook him awake. He guided Dean down the stairs, unwilling to relinquish his hold on Dean’s hand.
Walking into the sitting room, they got lots of raised eyebrows, but no one made any comment. Cas flopped down beside Dean on the couch, wondering if Dean would be the one to broach the topic of their interlinked hands, or if he would have to.
“Dean?” he asked softly.
“Yeah?” Dean said, voice gruff.
Before they could continue, Michael brought in snacks and drink. Dean, unusually infected with holiday cheer, drank enough to fell a reindeer- probably all seven of them. And, although Dean had a proud reputation for being a difficult person to make drunk, by the end of the evening, he was dancing around the living room and belting out Christmas tunes to the utter amusement of all of the Miltons.
“Rockin’ around the Christmas tree, at the christmas party hop,mistletoe hung where you can see,every couple tries to stop-"
Sam got up and tried to drag Dean back to the couch, but Gabriel grabbed the tail of his borrowed shirt and sat him back down. "Stop worrying about your brother," Gabriel lifted his mug,"I put a little of my own top-strength whiskey on offer- he'll be fine."
“Rockin' around the Christmas tree,Let the Christmas spirit ring,Later we'll have some pumpkin pie,And we'll do some carolling.”
Dean, meanwhile, decided that he couldn't dance by himself. I could ask Anna, he thought, and headed her way. But, as he walked her way, he noticed Cas was sitting awkwardly on the arm of the couch and looking somewhere between bored and scared. That did it. "Cas." He said, yanking Cas to his feet. "Dance with me."
It soon became apparent that Cas couldn't dance. "Oh come on!" Anna laughed, and got up. "Dean, stand like this." She stood beside Dean and pushed him until he mimicked her stance. "Now put your hand on Cas' waist," she instructed, "and take his left hand with your right."
“You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear,Voices singing, "Let's be jolly,Deck the halls with boughs of holly",Rockin' around the Christmas tree,Have a happy holiday,Everyone dancin' merrily,In the new old-fashioned way.”
Dean hesitated- even drunk he was stubbornly straight and, even thought Cas was definitely the kind of dude he’d be bi for, he had a reputation. His hand hovered in the air until Anna sighed and took his hand and placed it on Cas' waist. She wandered over to the CD player and changed the song to “White Christmas”
.“Now you two can dance,” she said brightly, and pulled Luke to his feet, ignoring his complaints, “and it’ll really be Christmas.”
-Cas looked at where Dean’s hand was and his cheeks coloured. “Dean,” he whispered, “It’s fine if you don’t want to-”
But Dean caught him by the hand and, dropping his own hand from Castiel’s waist, spun him in a circle. Cas stumbled and careened right into Dean, who, somehow, caught him by the waist and started to waltz.
“You can dance.” Cas said in a hushed voice, eyes fixed firmly on his feet.
“Better with a partner.” he mumbled back, and tilted his head forward so their foreheads touched.Dean breathed in. The air- or maybe Cas- smelled vaguely like cinnamon.“And that, Diri, is why you’re not allowed to watched R rated films.”