Chapter 1

Title: how to get resurrected 101

Fandom: Supernatural

Paring(s): equal parts Sam/ Gabriel and Dean/Castiel

A/N: ummm. First time in this fandom. Equal parts Sam/Gabe and Dean/Cas so if you don't like one paring or the other don't read it. Reviews would be wonderful, criticism is also accepted. Hope you like it.

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This story starts as many stories should start but do not. With Dean Winchester (all naked and wet) in the shower (ah. The lovely mental images hmmmmmmmm).

It had been a really long hunt with a Dziwożona in western Tennessee. A Dziwożona, for those of you who aren't up to date on monsters and stuff, is a female swamp monster that was once a human, usually a pregnant chick or a scorned lover. Dean had another name for the Dziwożona, it goes something like 'stupid gooooy bitch monster lady' this name stemmed from the unfortunate conditions in which Dean and Sam had to hunt the monster. It had been cold, neither of them had been smart enough to where proper clothing and they spent five hours tramping through a half frozen swamp. Then to make matters worse they stumbled across the creature while both of them where half numb and not really prepared. As a result both brothers took quite a beating before finally putting the thing down. Then tired and injured they had to spend another two hours tramping out of the swamp to the Impala. Then covered in sludge from the swamp (much to Dean dislike) they climbed into the car and got gross stuff every were on the way back to the slummy hotel they where staying at called the red bird.

Sam had gratefully taken the first shower, but it was only a short shower because he had to let Dean get one in while the water was still hot. Not only that but Sam had a gash over his ribs that Dean needed to stitch up now that the wound was clean.

Sam was now resting on his bed all stitched up and too tired to even watch crap telly or surf the net on his beloved lap-top. Also Dean didn't need any stitches so Sam felt free to fall asleep, and asleep he was when our story really starts. In the bathroom of a crappy hotel with a battered and tired Dean soaped up in the shower.

Dean made quite an image back arched, hands in his hair suddzing up his head letting hot water and steam role around his body and drip off of him.

The only warning Dean got that his well deserved shower was about to be rudely interrupted was a slight rustle that sounded suspiciously like wings flapping before the shower curtail was pushed to the side. Now keep in mind that Dean's head was under the spray of the shower and he had been humming Metallica to himself so the likely-hood that he actually heard the wind flapping noise is incredibly slim. (I say this only to preserve his manly image in all of your minds because ) when the shower curtain was pushed to the side and a husky voice said an unwavering "Dean" Dean jumped and made a noise that he would latter vehemently deny was a squeak.

"Jesus Christ Cas! Give a guy a little warning next time" Dean shouted looking over at Castiel who had so rudely appeared in his bathroom (he had called Sam earlier to find where they were).

Castiel simply tilted his head slightly to the side and continued looking into Deans eyes. (Castiel's ability to stair without blink ever still unnerved Dean slightly) heaving a sigh and knowing the angel was not going to leave until he said what it was he came here to say.

"um could you maybe wait outside for a second?" Dean asked unable to meet Castiels burning blue eyes.

Head tilting just a little further to the side Castiel asked "Why?"

"Well Cas. I seem to be suffering from a slight case of naked right now" Dean said covering up his bits and pieces with his hands.

"oh yes you humans do not find it acceptable to be nude before each other unless under specific circumstances."

"Yes Cas and now is not one of those times so could you please wait out in the room for me to get dressed?"

Castiel simply nodded, turned and left through the door. Leaving Dean wet but blissfully alone in his nudity.

Dean was wet tired and irritable in his warn out state. He dried off and got dressed in his bed cloths (so nothing but a pair of sweats) and took a deep calming breath before walking out of the bathroom to talk to Castiel.