"Why are these people singing?" Castiel asked suddenly, breaking away from Dean's arms. He pointed up at the movie screen. "And they're dancing now, too. Do modern humans do that sort of thing often?" Someone behind them shushed Cas loudly and Dean sank a little bit lower in his seat.

Date night, he'd figured, would be easy. Get Cas some food, walk to the theater, take the first showing possible, sit in the back, and make out like teenagers for the whole two hours or so. And of course, he'd made the mistake of letting Cas pick the movie, and, well...

"It's a musical, Cas," he whispered, "They're supposed to sing." Dean leaned back in, hoping they could pick up where they left off, but Castiel moved his head out of the way.

"But why?"

"Shhhh!"

Dean sighed. "Cas, you've got to keep it down, or we're going to get kicked out."

Castiel nodded and repeated the question again, only this time in a loud stage whisper. A box of Junior Mints, hurled from two rows behind them, whizzed by Dean's ear.

"Cas, you're not supposed to talk during a movie. It's against the rules," Dean pointed out, hoping to appeal to the angel's by-the-book Boy Scout logic.

Castiel turned to look at him, blue eyes still bright even in the darkened theater. "But you're talking, too."

"Yeah, know how you can stop that?" Dean grabbed the angel's tie and yanked him into a kiss.

End

A/N: I watched Mama Mia yesterday, which is kind of where this came from. *shuffles away sheepishly*