PT 1
The last sliver of sunlight slipped behind the faraway wood, turning the treetops into a glinting gold. The clouds were gray, smeared with a tint of orange after they gradually became thinner and thinner. The reflection of the rays of light danced on the ripples of the run-down swimming pool, flashing between the soft waves.
Dean unbuttoned his many layers of flannel and stepped into the freezing cold water of the shower. Droplets sprayed onto his dirty blonde hair, and trickled down his arms and torso. He ran his fingers through his rough hair, closing his eyes to enjoy that split second of relaxation. Finally. After so long. He wanted to have some personal space so for that one night he and Sam were in separate rooms; though he had to admit, he felt alone. He inhaled the fragrant aroma of the motel soap, and let the chilled water stream down his aching muscles. He shut off the faucet and covered himself with a towel while he went to fetch his clothing.
After putting on a t-shirt and a fresh pair of jeans, he sat on his bed and stared out of the window; the blazing beams shot through the drifting clouds, the sunsets never seemed to ever end when you're alone. Guilt suddenly glowered over him, but now, he was alone. He grabbed the nearest bottle on the counter, and drowned himself in an alcoholic wonderland before his thoughts could take hold of him.
Three bottles; they just went down all of a sudden. A single tear appeared near a corner of his eye; Bobby had left. Castiel probably wouldn't even care. It was just him and that pang of guilt that flooded him with all of those... Feelings. He caught sight of the abandoned swimming pool, and to avoid any more of those complicated thoughts that clouded his mind he decided to take a dip.
He swiftly took off his shirt, and plunged into the cold water. It wasn't too bad though, the sunlight had warmed the surface. Suddenly, the door flung open, and in came Castiel, still disgruntled and blue eyed like he always was.
"What are you doing here, Cas? It's not like you came to see me I bet," mumbled Dean under his breath, turning his back to him as if he wasn't at all interested.
"Sam told me to check on you. But can I stay with you for a while? If that's okay of course, I know you need your "personal space".
Dean turned around, mouth half opened, like a grin or frown that couldn't get through. But he was interested, alright.
"Want to get in? It's a pool. You might like it, dunno."
Castiel stared questionably at the body of water Dean was standing in, though it looked interesting. Anything Dean liked was probably interesting.
"I'll help you get in if your unsure. But first let's get rid off of your dirty trench coat, shall we?"
As Dean came out, water dripping from his body, he dried himself with a towel and helped Castiel with his one size too large trench coat. He worked down until the last button, though he knew that Castiel probably knew how to undo buttons. He didn't complain or get impatient though, as if he was silently pleasuring a minute of silence with him.
As Dean came out of the bathroom and was just about the hand Castiel his towel, Dean almost jumped-
"CAS YOU IDIOT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO KEEP YOUR PANTS ON JESUS CHRIST."
Castiel didn't even react, all he did was do his weird half-jerky head leaning thing as if it was a weird thing to shout and overreact about.
Dean walked over to Castiel, flustered and red.
"You're supposed to only take off your shirt, you stupid angel."