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Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam/Jess (past), Ruby/Sam Winchester (Background), Castiel/Lucifer (past and not-siblings obvy), Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Balthazar (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Gadreel (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Victor Henriksen, Cassie Robinson, Jo Harvelle, Ruby (Supernatural), Meg Masters Additional Tags: Martial artist!Cas, dancer!dean, Genderfluid, Make-up, Festivals, Music, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Lust at First Sight, One Night Stands, But they don't really understand the meaning of the word, Soft Boys, Tattooed Castiel (Supernatural), Kilts, Mal wrote a thing, Insecure Dean Winchester, Insightful Cas, Leap of Faith, Brazen Dean, Cocky Castiel (Supernatural), Fanart, Mal drew a thing Summary:
Castiel becomes aware of the drum bass that picks up quick and fast, the vibrations pleasant under his bare feet. It happens while he’s balancing Meg on his hip for show before finishing her perfect arc. Her shout rings loud and impressive for the sake of their audience, when she collides with the mat. A quick glance up reveals an unfamiliar crew of dancers and musicians setting up around them. They’re dressed as if they walked off a Tibetréa stage. The vibe they rev up with ease is one of those heart-palpitating, liquid limbs dancing folk tunes performed with various instruments, ranging from tambourines and bodhrans to tablas and jembes. If he’s not mistaken, they’re managing an interpretation of Bregović, which reminds him of their first volunteer trek in Eastern Europe several years ago.
His gaze catches randomly on one of them, a young man, clad in a low slung long tribal kilt, miles of tanned skin covered in painted tattoos. A dark pulse shoots through him when a pair of bright green eyes, contrasting wildly with the sooty make-up, find his. He tilts his head, as if he’s catching a scent.
