Cas is afraid of water. Dean is afraid of flying.
At a motel poolside.
"What, Cas, afraid of the water?"
"I am not- I don't fear water. It is simply- it is necessary for life; I cannot fear water!"
"Cas?"
"Yes, Dean?"
"Never mind. Come on, get in the water! It's fun! Swim around, live a little!"
"I do not wish…"
"If you don't get in this shitty motel pool with me, I will push your feathery ass in." Dean climbs out of the pool, ready to follow through on his promise.
"My ass isn't feathery."
"I know you know what I really meant, so you're avoiding the question. Well, you're avoiding getting in the pool. You are afraid!"
"I do not fear-"
There's a SPLASH as Cas is pushed in.
"Cas?"
"…"
"Cas? CAS? CAS- HEY!"
"…" Cas isn't moving. Neither is he surfacing.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Cas-" There's a second splash as Dean jumps in after his friend.
"C'mon, Cas, help me out here- swim, dammit, Cas! I'm sorry- Fucking hell- so fucking shit God fucking damn you're heavy, you son of a bitch." Dean's breathing is heavy as he drags Cas onto the poolside.
"Breathe, you fucking feathery bastard, breathe! How do I fucking- how do I CPR? Why isn't anyone here, dammit? This is not the way to go!"
"…"
"Lessee… I remember this… Stayin' Alive, Stayin' Alive-" Dean has begun CPR. "Oh, God."
Cas coughs, then turns onto his side and coughs again.
"CAS!"
"I-"
"Son of a bitch, Cas, I thought you died! Dammit. You should have told me you can't swim."
"There… there was never-" Coughing fit. "Never a need… to learn."
"I'm a fuckin idiot."
"No, Dean…"
"I almost killed you! Don't give me that… you're fine now, but…"
"I am fine now."
"I'm sorry, Cas."
"It's fine."
"No, it's not."
"Would you prefer, Dean-" More coughing. "Would you prefer I offered you a way to make it up to me, as you say?"
"Anything, Cas."
"When I get my Grace back, come flying with me."
"I've flown with you before."
"You've teleported with me before."
"Wait, you mean like in the air. Like flying around. With nothing to support us or anything."
"That is how I fly, yes."
"Oh, God…"
"Will you do it, Dean?"
Cas looks bedraggled and pathetic.
"Fine, Cas. I will."
Flash Forward
Dean is terrified. Cas grips Dean's forearms and prepares to take off.
"I don't- are you sure you'll be able to hold me up?"
"I am strong enough."
"Cas-"
"Trust me, Dean. Trust me like I trusted you when you told me you would teach me how to swim."
"You're a good swimmer."
"Thanks to you. Trust me, Dean."
Dean wraps his arms around Cas's waist.
"I trust you. I don't trust… I don't trust the birds."
"Yes, Dean." Cas leaps.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH FUCKIN SHIT WHY DID I LET YOU- AAAAAHHH- CAAAAS!"
"You're loud."
"OH, SHUT UP, YOU PIGEON! ASSHOLE! I TRUSTED YOU!"
"Relax. We're flying. Dean."
Dean turns his head.
"So we are."
"We are landing now."
"You sure? Because it looks like we are falling."
"Trust me, we are not falling."
"We're falling. Cas, we're falling! CAS!"
"We aren't falling!"
"We're gonna hit! WE'RE GONNA DIE!"
"Dean!"
"…"
"DEAN!"
"…"
"Dean… you can let go now."
"No."
"We have landed."
"Yes."
"I do not need to support you any longer."
"No."
"You should let go of me."
"Nah."
"Dean?"
"Cas?"
"Why are you still holding me?"
"Dunno."
"Dean?"
"Cas?"
"I think it's okay if you don't let go."
It's... yeah. Interesting. I'm really excited about a play script, so this format wormed its way into my head.
Note from your author: Experiment!
