theawesomeandcrazydemigoddess requested Taylor Swift songfic for Shake it Off (Thank you to impalatic for the help!)
Castiel came into the kitchen, earbuds in, dancing a little to the beat that was playing. He brushed against Dean as he poured his coffee, who laughed in return.
It was his first day back at the theater and he was prepared for whatever the others were going to throw at him.
“Dance with me!” He said, too loud, grabbing Dean’s hands. His husband followed, even though he didn’t know what Castiel was doing.
Castiel swung them around until they made to the living room and fell onto the couch in a tangled mess of limbs. Dean pulled the speakers from Cas’s ears and pushed his hair out of his face to kiss his forehead.
“Are you sure you’re ready for today?” Cas let out a breath.
“I am a better dancer than anyone there. I don’t care what they say.”
“That’s my boy.”
When Castiel had left his company a year earlier to marry Dean, everyone had called him an idiot. What could a dancer and a mechanic possibly have in common? They wouldn’t last a month. But they had lasted eighteen and were still going strong.
Dean liked to watch him dance. he would sit in a empty, dark theater for hours watching Castiel move. And Cas could listen to Dean talk about cars all day just because he was so passionate about them.
They were happy and they were going to stay happy.
“I’ll see you tonight then.”
“Yes, you will. And I’m going to be wired so you should probably be ready to go all night.”
“You got it.” Dean kissed him and stood up. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
As Castiel had guessed, the other dancers looked down at him. They all that dedication meant working all year, not taking time off to get married and go on a honeymoon and start to build a life.
“I can’t believe he came back,” He heard one of them whisper.
“I bet they broke up,” said another.
By the time they were done with stretches there all kinds of stories about Dean running away with some girl he met Europe and Cas spending the year getting over it.
They were all shocked when he not only knew every dance that they were doing, but did them flawlessly.
Castiel turned to all of them when the day was over and gave them a sarcastic smile.
“My wedding was beautiful, my honeymoon was amazing, and Dean and I are very happy together. Thank you all for asking. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He threw his bag over his shoulder and walked out, head held high.
Dean was waiting when he got home with open arms and a bottle of wine. Castiel pressed his cheek against Dean’s chest and let out a loud, long sigh.
“How was it?”
“I rose above.”
Dean kissed his forehead and rubbed his back.
“I’m proud of you.”
“Mmhm.” Dean hummed. “I think you should take a nice hot bubble bath and I’ll give you a massage.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Castiel kissed him, then tugged him along up the stairs.
What was the point of their big bath tub if they didn’t share it?