Destiel
They were sitting on the rocks overlooking the lake, it was safe, guarded against the other foul creatures stuck in Purgatory. Dean and Benny were on the look-out for any predators while the Angel was doing his best to scrub the grime that had accumulated on him over the past couple of months in the lake. It was quiet, no one spoke; although Castiel wouldn't have heard the other men if they were talking, the lake and the rocks were separated by a fairly wide stretch of sand. The only sounds were of Castiel in the water. There were no birds in this forest, no insects, no animals (unless you count the werewolves). Dean was in a complete trance, watching Castiel. The angel was still clothed, it was too risky to undress, they might have to make a quick break for it, but his soaking wet white hospital shirt and pants were clinging to his body in all the right places. Dean did not even realize that he was thinking these things until Benny knocked him out of the trance by nudging him and saying,
"You know Dean, there ain't no shame in a man lovin' another man. They done it in my day, they's doin' it now, and they gonna do it in the future. No point in tryin to ignore it."