Within seconds water flooded Dean's nose and his mouth which he'd opened in shock when he was grabbed. A scream escaped into the water in the form of large bubbles that floated upwards, popping loudly at the surface. His senses were marred by the murky water and his eyes stung as he tried to close them. He clutched the stake harder in his left hand, refusing to let it go. He needed to kill this thing before it killed him. He swung his left arm in front of him, frustrated at how slow his movements were submerged. He felt the tip graze something and he thrust downwards – stabbing at whatever it was. A blood coiling shriek echoed through the lake and Dean felt the grip on his leg release. He kicked upwards, his head breaking the surface. He coughed up water and took a deep breath of oxygen. His lung burnt from the lack of air, but before he could think the grip took hold again above his knee and dragged him under again. This time, no matter how much Dean thrashed around to stab his attacker, nothing landed. The cold water had shaken Dean out of the drunken stupor he had been in and for a few panicked seconds Dean believed that the last thing he was going to do was get drunk with an angel before making a dumb choice about hunting something they'd never seen before on his own – STILL drunk. As the water filled his mouth, he swore that if he survived this he would lay off the drinking... for a few weeks. As if someone has been listening, cold hand gripped Dean by the ribs tightly, yanking him upwards towards the surface. He threw his hair back as his head broke the top of the water, gasping. His saviour dragged him to the shore where Dean lay in a wet heap, shivering and coughing. His skin was covered in goosebumps, and his teeth chattered loudly as he curled in on himself, trying to make himself warm up.
"Dean, what were you thinking?" A voice uttered from above him and Dean looked up, staring at the person who'd saved his life. Castiel.

"I... I was drunk... I thought... I could..." He stammered, whole body shaking.

"It's a good thing I heard your prayer." Cas mumbled, crouching to give Dean back his t-shirt and jeans. "Put these on, it will warm you up. We need to walk home because I didn't think I could drive the Impala this far." He stared down at Dean matter of factly, hands on his hips. Dean felt a blush creeping up his cheeks as Castiel stared at him. Due to their wetness, Dean's boxers clung to his small hips, and Dean knew that Castiel could see... everything. He stood up gingerly, taking care not to put weight on the leg the Kelpie had been grabbing. Stepping into his jeans, he avoided eye contact with Cas, at least before he'd pulled his shirt on. His AC/DC shirt stuck to his wet chest, accentuating the chest muscles he had. Cas glanced at Dean's chest before reminding himself it was Dean he was looking at. But Cas couldn't help himself. Or did he not want to help himself? Cas racked his brain for any time he'd felt this way about someone else – someone who wasn't Dean. Never. Not in all the time he'd been on Earth had he felt like this about anyone. But he had felt like this about Dean for a while. Of course, Castiel knew that Dean was in no way interested in him that way. Dean was a ladies man, always had been and always would me. During the time Castiel had spent with Dean and Sam, he had seen Dean have at least 5 sexual affairs with women, but that didn't include kissing. And that didn't include times that Castiel didn't know about. Dean loved the ladies and Cas knew that, hence why he'd never tried to show Dean his feelings, because he knew they wouldn't be there in return. Instead, Cas did nice subtle things for Dean. Making sure he always had the new issue of Busty Asian Beauties was one thing. Cas wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the whole porn thing but he knew that it made Dean happy, therefore he was willing to make sure Dean had it.

Dean walked next to Cas in silence, mortified at his own behaviour. He felt embarrassed because he knew what he had done was stupid, and that if Sam found out he would get a huge talking to, even though he was the older brother. Dean snuck a look at Castiel now and then, searching the smaller man for cues on his he was feeling. Was Cas annoyed with him about the fact he'd try to hunt the Kelpie? Was he pissed off that he'd had to wake up to come help? Underneath the trademark tan trenchcoat Cas wore pyjamas, a pair of plaid trousers that brushed the floor, and one of Sam's old tshirts because they hung off Cas. Dean admired the way that the pyjama trousers clung to Cas' hips. Nice. Wait what. Dean frowned, catching himself admiring Cas' figure. He did this a lot – way more than he'd like to admit. Recently Dean had been trying to come to terms with the fact he was probably bisexual. He'd realised this the other week when he'd been trying to seduce a pretty blonde girl at the bar, and failed, but had been drunk enough to accept the offer from her best friend. Dean had topped (no way he was going to let another man up there on his first try) and hated to admit how much he'd enjoyed it was a man. Of course Dean would have rather have had the busty blonde, but men were pretty darn gorgeous too. Especially if that man is Castiel. He wouldn't have noticed the way that Cas looked into your soul whenever he locked gaze, or his slim waist and hips, or even the gentle muscles in his chest if they hadn't been pointed out to him by women asking who his pretty friend was. As much as he wanted to deny it, he couldn't. Dean was very, very attracted to Castiel. Who obviously didn't feel the same way. They finally arrived back at the motel, and Dean collapsed in his bed, noticing Sammy was still fast asleep, mouth wide open in a gentle snore. Good. He thought.

HEEEEEAT OF THE MOMENT!

Dean sat up with a splutter as the morning alarm went off, the radio turning on at 7:30am like it did every other day. His pillow was wet from the lake water, and he was still fully clothed. And he stank. He rubbed his face and groaned loudly, drowning out the Asia playing.

"Rise and shine Dean!" Sammy said, pulling on his boot and tying it up, grinning at Dean, who just sat there looking confused.

"Aw yeah, Asia!" Dean grinned and sat up, before feeling his head throb in protest. "Urgh. Maybe no Asia." He lay back down, groaning. Sam turned the radio up.

"Tough luck Dean, time to get up." He threw a clean shirt at Dean before scrunching up his nose. "Dean you fucking stink!"

"Uh... I must have sweated in my sleep..."

"Go shower." Dean just nodded, not even trying to argue with the younger Winchester. The hangover and the after effects of nearly drowning were taking their hold and Dean felt like complete shit. As he dragged himself into the bathroom and locked it, he wondered if Castiel was awake yet. He doubted it; Cas liked to sleep in. Half the time they'd wake him up when leaving the motel and he'd fall asleep straight away again in the car. Dean liked Cas then. His hair would be a mess, and he wouldn't have shaved in a while. Honestly, he looked adorable. The warm water slowly woke Dean up and he shampooed his hair, inhaling deeply. He had no idea what time he'd ended up in bed last night, he was so tired.

Eventually he got out the shower and headed back into the main room, a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked up, grinning at Sam. The grin fell off his face when he realised it wasn't Sam in the room – it was Cas. Castiel was now staring at him. Him in the towel. Just a towel.
Oh.

My.

God.

Dean swallowed, looking back at Castiel.

"D-do you want me to go so you can get dressed?" Cas had gone a bright, bright red.