Dean was lying on the sofa of the motel suite that Brooke had rented for herself, Sam and Dean. It was an unusually hot day, although seeing as they were on a hunt in New Mexico, it wasn't entirely strange.
Having spent most of his night doing extra research, Dean was pretty tired and, for the most part, spent his time staring up at the ceiling fan, which was adding to the lethargy of the mood with the rapid whirling sound it made when it sliced through the arid air.
Sam was out replenishing their supply of water bottles as they had gone through their first case of twenty first during the drive down from Texas. Brooke had gone out to look for something possibly more comfortable than a hotel sheet to sleep in.
Dean was lying there in his briefs, the only comfortable thing that he could find. The motel manager had given each rented suite a double box fan, which Dean had placed on the coffee table next to him. Even though it was on full blast, it did little to relieve his feeling of being slowly broiled alive.
The door opened, and Dean closed his eyes, feeling the outside heat invade the already stifling indoors.
"Hey hot stuff."
Dean smiled with his eyes still closed. He heard Brooke drop her bag on the small table in the kitchen nook before coming over and sitting down on the chair closest to him.
"Are you alright?" She asked. He felt her touch his forehead with the back of her soft hand. "Oh baby, you're hot!" she said in concern.
"Thank you." Dean said with a grin. Brooke smiled and then leaned back in her chair.
"How are you holding up?" she asked, brushing her shiny black hair back over her shoulders.
"I'm not." Dean sighed. "It's not fair. I've always bitched about never hunting in warmer places and the moment we get here there's a heat wave."
Brooke sighed sympathetically and then grinned. Putting on a seductive voice she said, "Well, I know one way to make you cool off."
Dean opened his eyes and glanced sideways at her.
"It's too hot," he said, though the all too familiar feeling in his groin was evidence to the contrary.
"Too bad." Brooke said with a little pout. "Oh well, I guess I'll just go have a nice cold shower all alone."
Dean heard the rustling of material and opened his eyes in time to see Brooke's leg dash out of sight and her white and black sundress fall to the floor.
He sat up straighter and looked behind him in time to see the door to the bathroom shut. Slowly, he got to his feet, feeling the heat turn his brains to scrambled eggs. He made it half way to the bathroom door before he staggered over his own feet and fell to the carpet.
It was the most uncomfortable feeling he had ever experienced. The hot shaggy carpet caused him to break out in a sweat and he felt like he was going to cook to death on the floor.
The bathroom door opened and Brooke came out, a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was wet and Dean heard the sound of running water from the shower. She knelt down next to Dean and gently helped him to his feet. She was dripping with cold water and Dean half leaned on her to keep cool.
Once in the bathroom, Brooke locked the door behind them, and Dean, still wearing his briefs, walked into the cold shower, feeling immediate relief.
Brooke giggled when she saw that the water had made Dean's briefs see through.
"Nothing you haven't seen before." Dean said with his head under the spray of water.
Brooke dropped the towel from around her and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind her.
Dean smiled at her and took her into his arms. She smiled at him as the cold water fell on their bodies.
"Told you I'd cool you off." Brooke said. Dean grinned and pulled her into a kiss, all feelings of lethargy forgotten.
