Dean parked the Impala in front of a small motel, shutting the car door behind him and pulling out a key to unlock one of the rooms. "What took you so long?" Sam asked, standing up from his chair as Dean walked in.
"the dude at the store is fucking weird." Dean exclaimed, putting the box of pie on a small dining table.
"You mean the bakery?" Sam laughed. Dean just nodded and sat down in front of his pie. Sammy eyed the pastry with a stupid 'I want some too' look. "You got some for me?" he asked, walking closer. Dean smoothly held up his hand and grabbed a fork, scarfing down his food like it was his last.
"No way in hell Sammy" he protested, mouth full.
"Why, just because I made you go? I was busy working Dean; I didn't really have time to go. You know that."
"Yea, well I felt like a fuckin' prick walking in there," Dean whined. Sam just rolled his eyes.
"Whatever… I'm going to sleep" Sam yawned and flopped onto the small bed. The springs in the mattress squeaked every time he moved a muscle, which annoyed Dean a little, but he let it go. All he could think of at the moment was his pie and finding a job. They were getting out of this shitty motel as soon as they both found something stable. With Sam's current job as a low class computer tech for some shit unheard of software company and Dean's gift for getting fired in less than a week of being hired, he was amazed they were even able to find a motel to stay in, let alone eat. Licking off the last of his pie from his fork he flipped off the lights, and grumbled a quick good night to Sam before falling asleep.
Breakfast then a quick jog around the park; it had been Dean's daily routine ever since... Well, he'd been jogging for years. He kept his breathing steady, feet pounding lightly against the ground as Led Zeppelin played through his headphones.
It wasn't long until Dean found himself stopped dead in his tracks, looking out to the small lake in the center of the park. Sunlight reflected off the surface of the water, shining into his eyes. Squinting, he adjusted his eyes and walked towards the lake, his gaze never straying from a peculiar figure. It wasn't just any figure, or object though… Not like some stick in the water or whatever. It looked like a… like a man in a trench coat, wadding in the water.
Deans pace grew quicker with every step, and he walked closer to the lake. "Hey," he shouted out, standing at the edge of the lake. The man turned around, head tilted slightly, probably wondering who was calling him. Dean found himself staring at two bright blue eyes, even more so than the water its self… wait. What the fuck was he thinking? Now's not the time to be staring into someone's eyes, let alone start comparing them to the fucking water. Damn the water's so clean, how the hell do they do that? It's a lake in a park… wait… getting side track again. Back to the real question, why the hell is Cas standing in the fucking lake in the middle of December?
"Hello," Cas greeted, ripples formed around him as he moved in the water.
"Dude… what are you doing?"
"Thinking."
"No, I mean why the hell are you in the water? Can't you think… you know, sitting on a bench or something, looking at the water? I'm pretty sure you don't need to stand in there."
"It reminds me of the time I bathtized my daughter."
"You have a kid?"
"Had would be the correct term."
"Oh… I'm… I'm sorry."
"No need for apology. It wasn't your fault," Cas sighed deeply. "Nor was it mine," he muttered softly, as if he wasn't so sure about that himself.
"Yea, well… why don't we get you out of there?" Dean suggested, holding out his hand. Cas nodded silently, accepting Dean's offer. His hand was large. Firm… there you go getting sidetrack Dean. Stop fucking around and help this psycho out. As Dean pulled Cas out of the water he let out a little sneeze. "Jesus Cas! This is why you don't go into a fuckin' lake in the middle of December," Dean scolded, stripping the coat off of Cas.
"My apologies."
"Yea whatever, well why don't you just come with me and get dry?" Cas nodded and they walked back to Dean's car in silence.
Cas peered out through the window as Dean pulled up to the motel. He didn't say anything though. Just… stared. "Shitty, I know, but it'll do for now." Dean sighed as he opened the car door, Cas trailing behind. Dean opened the door to the room and gestured for Cas to come in. Cas walked in slowly, letting out another sneeze. Dean sighed and pushed Cas into the motel room. "Dude, go take a shower or something. I'll dry your shit. For now… for now just wear this" Dean said, throwing Cas some clean clothes he dug up from his dresser. He pointed to the bathroom door and Cas nodded, disappearing within a moment's notice. Sighing, Dean ran outside and into the Laundromat.
The smell of laundry detergent filled the room and shitty soft pop music played in the background, competing with the buzzing and thumping of the washing machines. Dean popped open one of the many and fed it his 50 cents. The machine clanked loudly and Dean bent down to stare at the clothes, tumbling endlessly in the wash. It wasn't anything special, but Dean was bored and he didn't know what else to do while waiting for the damn thing to finish. As he sat there, he thought of Cas. Him being in the lake, like he was contemplating on whether or not he would drown himself in there. Dragging the kid out of the water, and now he's in his motel room, taking a shower. The hot water beating against his skin. His flesh a light shade of pink after he walks out, steam rolling off his body… wait. What the actual fuck are you thinking of Dean? For Christ's sake, the guy's a fucking cashier at a bakery who you found standing in the fucking lake. You're daydreaming about a fucking psycho. Bad Dean. Stop. Just fucking quit it. Dean shook his head and sighed deeply, the clothes still tumbling through the wash.
Suddenly, a low growl shook him from his current dreamy state. What the fuck? Dean looked around. There was no one there but him and some washing machines. Probably just one of the rotors acting up in one the machines. Damn things are so old; they really need to get checked. Another growl came then, it sounded like… like a bear or something which was fucking ridiculous considering the closest thing that could be considered wilderness was twenty to thirty miles out of town. Dean checked again. Nothing. Then another growl and Dean finally began to panic. What the fuck is going on? "Sam?" he called out. Maybe it was just his stupid little brother fucking with him again. He prayed it was just Sam. Please, please don't be anything else… please. Dean felt a tingle at the back of his neck… like… like something or someone was breathing on it. He turned, and holy shit he wished he hadn't. It was… It was a fucking monster or something.
It looked human, but it wasn't quite that... Its teeth, like a sharks glistened and it looked at Dean with pitch black eyes. Sharp, claw-like arms sliced through the air as it tried reaching for Dean, but he was always at least an inch away from its reach. Dean's heart raced and blood pumped loudly in his ears. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck? What the hell is happening? Dean tried his best to dodge the thing, but his feet finally gave way and he crashed to the floor. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 'Get up you shit,' he thought to himself. The monster screeched loudly and lunged for Dean. He braced himself for what was to come next, when suddenly; the creature was blown away to the other side of the room, crashing into a few washing machines. Dean sat there, in shock for a few brief moments until he saw Cas. They looked at each other for a second and Dean stumbled to get back on his feet. "Wh-what the hell?"
"No time." Cas said simply and marched up to the monster, stabbing it quickly in the chest and cutting its head off all in one swift movement. After checking if the damn thing was still alive, Cas took a step back and sighed in relief.
"Cas… what?" Dean asked. His mind was going nuts. Questions just popped out of nowhere and Cas turned around in one fluid motion to face Dean.
"Do you know where I can burn a body?"