Beads of water rolled down Dean's body as he climbed out of the pool. Taking off his cap and goggles, he walked over to the bleachers to grab his towel and dry himself off.

"Nice workout today," He heard a familiar voice call out from behind him.

Without turning around he nodded and replied, "Thanks Sammy," continuing to dry himself off.

"Who's that guy that's been watching you this whole time?" Sam asked. Dean turned to face his younger brother, and Sam nodded to the opposite end of the pool. They both looked to see a dark haired, squinty eyed man staring at them. He looked so... Out of place. His clothes were way too formal for the occasion, considering how he was wearing a buttoned up shirt and dress pants. But Dean secretly admitted that his 5 o'clock shadow and perpetual sex hair was kind of... attractive. In a totally not gay kind of way of course.

"Huh. Dunno, don't care," Dean replied nonchalantly. "Maybe an admirer," he smirked. Sam chuckled a little and nudged him. Dean looked back at the stranger, locking eyes for a moment, and winked. The dark haired man quickly shifted his eyes away and turned to shuffle away. Dean just laughed and motioned for his brother to follow him.

"Let's get something to eat," he said, "I'm starving."

Dean rolled his 1967 Impala into the parking lot of a rundown bar which the two of them grown to feel like it was their home away from home, away from home. A bell that hung over the front door chimed as they walked in and the smell of cigarettes and beer greeted them.

"Hey boys," one of the bartenders greeted with a smile.

"Hey Jo," Dean nodded back.

"What can I do for you?" She asked as she set down a couple of plates for a few customers she had been waiting on before the two had walked in.

"Food," Dean said, patting his stomach.

"The usual?" She asked. Dean nodded, and he and his brother took their usual seat by the bar. Neither of them were old enough to drink yet but for some reason made them feel tough... even if they were only in high school.

"But I'm telling you Dean, it was just so strange how that guy just kept watching you swim all through practice." Sam commented, breaking the silence.

"I don't know about strange considering how you do the same thing," Dean chuckled.

"Yea but that's different. Also, it's not like this has been a onetime thing. I've noticed him coming around to watch you for the past two weeks"

"Huh. What do you think that's about," Dean wondered.

Sam just shrugged, "Don't know."

'Weird' Dean thought to himself. That was all he could really think about. Not like it mattered much anyways. As long as the little guy didn't mess with him in any way, he didn't have a problem. Finally, after waiting for what seemed like forever, Jo came with their food, breaking his train of thought.

Dean came to practice the next day to see his coach talking to the weird sex-haired guy from the other day. Noticing Dean walk in, he gestured for him to come closer.

"Dean, meet your new private coach," He said, slapping the stranger's back. He looked more... Normal today, dressing in sweatpants and a wind breaker. Dean could see some muscle underneath the grey T-shirt which hugged his body. Dean quickly snapped out of his gaze, and into reality when the man started to speak.

"Hello Dean. I'm Castiel," the man greeted, extending his hand to shake Dean's. His voice was low and sounded like he had gargled gravel.

"Hi..." Dean shook Castiel's hand and turned to his coach, confused. "What's this about? You know I can't afford a private coach. I can barely afford to swim in club."

"That's why the school is going to pay for it," his coach assured him. "Look Dean, you've got what it takes to go to Junior Olympics, so I convinced the principal to shell out some money in order to get Castiel here to work with you."

"I understand your current financial issues and am more than happy to accommodate you," Castiel added.

"But I really can't-"

"Don't worry Dean everything is covered. All you have to do is show up when he needs you to and you'll be fine," his coach interjected. Dean just sighed and nodded. He knew his coach meant well. He always seemed to be looking out for Dean like another family member. It was nice, but now he felt like he owed him something, which was something he hated. But he knew his coach would have continued insisting so he gave up trying and just went with it.

"Alright John," Dean sighed. His coach smiled happily, and slapped his back.

"Great, you two start today," he said and walked off to coach the rest of the team.

"So... What do we do?" Dean asked, turning to his new coach.

"I've got a couple of things planned today. Let's stretch first and do some light jogging."