(A/N) Gen for this chapter, guys kissing woooo

Sloth

break. A friggin break in all their cases and it's driving Dean insane. Why now in the middle of summer, where the heat crawls over his skin and sinks its claws into his spine. There's so much humidity that he's actually had to forgo his jacket and roll the windows down in the impala just to get a decent breeze. It feels good, great in fact and he wants to close his eyes and just feel the air rush over him like Sammy is in the passenger seat.

They hit a town not a half hour later off the freeway, it's a small thing, barely a city and the road goes pretty much all the way through. Finding a motel is easy, avoiding the heat is the hard part. Inside the room with double beds it feels like no one's cracked a window in ages it, the air smells musty and the temperature must be twice what it is outside. Dean throws his bag down and groans, a long drawn out thing that makes Sam roll his eyes.

"You know what I'm going to say."

"Sammy, shut it, there's no way I'm sitting by the pool like some tourist."

"Come on Dean, the news has been quiet, Bobby hasn't called and it's the first time in a long while we haven't been risking our lives just stepping into town."

Dean unzips his duffle bag rather loudly and shakes his head.

"Alright, but you're going to wish you'd joined me," the younger teases and goes to the bathroom to change.

Shoving the bag to the end of the bed Dean just flops down on top of the mattress, somewhere in the back of his mind a little voice tells him that if he just lays there and doesn't move he'll cool down. Time to put that theory to the test he thinks. His face is half buried into the scratchy comforter and he hears Sam try to entice him once more before leaving. The door finally closes and blessed silence reigns.

For all of five minutes that is.

An unnatural breeze shifts through the room and the sound of feathers rustling lets Dean know he's not alone.

"What are you doing," the gruff voice questions his methods.

"Melting."

"You do not appear to be transitioning from a solid to a liquid."

Dean laughs into the sheets, "Thank you captain obvious."

"I see, you were not being serious."

"Bingo."

Shifting around Dean looks at the angel standing between the two beds and immediately feels five times warmer than he did before.

"How can you be wearing a trench coat and suit in this weather?"

Cas looks down at his clothing then back, "This is what I always wear."

"Yeah, and you're making me warm just looking at you, at least take off the coat."

The angel gives him a curious stare before obliging and neatly folding and setting it at the end of the bed. Dean nods and then returns to his earlier experiment.

"Is this what you do when it is warm?"

"Yes."

Cas hums in response before seating himself on the edge of the bed, Dean peaks up at him.

"Why not join Sam?"

"Ugh! Did he put you up to this? He did, didn't he?"

"He did not but I do believe swimming might be a preferable way to cool off,"

"You gotta be kidding me, and now the angel is ragging on me about it! Fine. But you're coming with me."

Cas opens his mouth to politely decline but Dean just points a finger at him and makes a face. He relents and sits quietly while the hunter shuffles around the room. When he emerges from the bathroom, in just shorts he starts to think that maybe it wasn't such a good idea.

"You're not going to the pool looking like that." Dean states.

"But-"

"At least a T-shirt and shorts."

There's a few moments of tense silence before Cas stands up and Dean has to blink his eyes a couple of times because suddenly Cas is standing in a plain white T-shirt and khaki shorts. First thing Dean notices is how thin Cas is, second is just how pale he is and he hopes that angels don't sunburn easy.

"Alright let's go."

Sam sports a big goofy grin when he sees them and Dean make a note to hide his brother's laptop later. All three of them sit in chairs around a covered table and Cas seems to shrink ever so slightly into his.

"Cas you need more sun," Sam remarks with a smile.

Dean laughs at the angel's slight glare and settles back further into his chair. If he hadn't known better, that moment of ease and rest, well, it almost felt like they were just three friends on an extended road trip around the US. They spend the day by the pool, Sam takes the big step and swims first, the water is alarmingly colder than he thought it was. Dean swims later but for the most part they rest, soak up the sun and when finally they lure Cas to sit at the edge with his legs in the water, does the day seem all the more complete.

At the room, with the sun dipping low and Sam is taking a shower, Dean asks how Cas had been able to stay so long without being pulled away. Cas merely replied that he had finished all his tasks relatively fast and chosen to spend his extra time with them. Dean smirks and gathers his clothes up.

"Dean, I have to go but," he pauses, looking nervous before continuing, "if you would allow it, I would like to kiss you."

The hunter stares for a second, it's not like he's asked to be kissed by guy all the time but then then again it's Cas and he gives a sharp nod. They shuffle closer, an awkward sort of meeting and it's a light press of lips before Cas flits away and the air smells cleaner in the room.