The showers water cut off abruptly forcing the squeak from the taps to ring throughout the cheap, shitty little apartment. Castiel sighs as he tightens the taps knob, trying to make sure it doesn't leak like it normally does, but he's sure the water will still find a way out to annoy him in the middle of the night. The noise of dripping water always enters his dreams and wakes him up at ungodly hours, making his sleep restless and he tired the next morning. It's a continual cycle that will never end.
Castiel's hand reaches out from the shower curtain to grab his towel, but instead hits an empty towel rack. He pulls his head out from behind the Curtain and looks at the rack in confusion; he could have sworn he only just got a new towel before climbing in the shower.
Suddenly the showers cold water pours out unmercifully, drenching Castiel once again and pushing him out of the shower in a rush to escape its horribly cool touch.
When Castiel lets out a large breath of confusion and slight fear in his naked position in the middle of the bathroom, his breath comes out like a gust of smoke, as if he's standing on a lonely oval in the middle of a cold night.
The room suddenly turns icy cold and the dark haired man can't help but shiver and wrap his arms around himself for warmth.
The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as Castiel gets the strange feeling that someone is watching him. He finds himself spinning around in his bathroom in search of shadows, suddenly becoming a panicked mess.
When he finally stops searching, he can't help but laugh, the showers tap still pours out cold water and Castiel's logical mind returns. He turns the knob, stopping the water and immediately, the room gets warmer. He gives the small bathroom another once over, this time, checking for his towel, but after coming up blank, decides he must of simply misplaced it or imagined getting a new one, so he walks, naked, across the hall to the cupboard in order to get one.
When Castiel returns to the bathroom, he quickly dries himself and brushes his teeth. While Castiel is brushing his teeth, his eyes stare at the sink; he can't shake of the feeling that someone is actually watching him, even though he knows it's stupid.
He spits out the toothpaste and cups his hands under the water, first to rinse out his mouth and then again to clean his face, hoping it will also clean out his head.
When he looks up to the mirror, and at his reflection, he's not alone in his tiny bathroom