My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you.
Drowning was easy. The water was cool against his skin, the fish scurried past without paying him any special attention, the plant life rippled in the light waves and the sun filtered down through the clear water. It was easy, and it was beautiful. Drowning was not the worst way to die. Cas appreciated this cause of his death, in fact. The water choked him slowly. Slowly enough that he was able to think about the beauty of the under water world around him. Slowly enough to remember his finest moments on earth. And, regrettably, his worst.
Of course Castiel did not want to die. Through everything, death had never been something he wanted to face. Still, there was not much the ex-angel could do. His arms and legs pumped listlessly against the water, but the weight of his clothing held him down. Aside from the soaked clothing acting as a weight dumbbell strung from his pale body, the simple fact was that Castiel did not know how to swim.
After everything that had happened to him, to his friends, it had never seemed important. It was so... Mundane. Swimming didn't seem like it was a life-skill. It seemed more like something done for fun, a thing which Castiel had little experience with. And as he sank to the sandy ocean floor, he realized it was something he wanted experience with. He wanted to have fun. With his friends. At the ocean. Or anywhere, really.
Castiel had not wanted to die, but his attempts to break surface had not been very heartfelt. Not until he realized that, even after centuries of existing, he had never lived.
Bubbles erupted from his lips as he thrashed towards the surface, barely moving. As his panic grew, he felt himself loosing air quicker. Black dots flew into his vision, the world was disappearing around him. He screamed against the cold water, and then blackness. Nothing but blackness.
Drowning was easy. The water was cool against his skin, the fish scurried past without paying him any special attention, the plant life ruppled in the light waves and the sun filtered down through the clear water. It was easy, and it was horrible.
Only moments had passed since they had been dumped into the water, the boat over-turned and Dean resurfacing underneath it, gasping for air. His first concious thought was not of Castiel or of Sam, but of the whatever-the-hell creature was hunting them down by dragging them to the depths of the ocean. He half-expected a tenticle to wrap around his ankle and drag him under, but such a sci-fi moment never happened.
Instead he pushed the canoe upright, hanging onto the side and kicking against the water, squinting against the bright sunlight to located Sam and Cas. Sam was at his side seconds later, his hair plastered to his head, his shirt clinging to his arms. "Where's Cas?" The younger Winchester asked as he hauled himself into the canoe, wringing out the end of his T-shirt.
"Don't know." Dean muttered, pulling himself into the canoe as well, still starring out over the expanse of water. "Hey Sammy... Does Cas know how to swim?" He wondered aloud, turning to look at the other Winchester.
The answer was clear as they made eye contact, and without another word they were launching themselves back into the water, cap-sizing the canoe once more.
Dean was never a big swimmer, but if you had seen him then, you would have thought he won medals for it in the college he never actually attended. He was ready to burst when his head crashed to the surface and he sucked in a cool breeze of air. "Cas!" The sound fell flat against the water, and he was beginning to panic, ready to dive back under.
He stopped only because he saw Sam breaking the surface as well, only Sam was cradling an unconscious Castiel in his arms. "Dean!" His brother called out, struggling with the added weight and the awkward manner of carrying him as he swam towards the shore.
Dean waited until Sam reached him, then helped him shoulder Castiel and the two awkwardly swam towards shore, rushing onto the sand as soon as their feet touched the rocky water-bottom once again.
They laid Castiel down, and Dean was on his knees in the sand next to him in heartbeat, two of his fingers pressing lightly against Castiel's neck. "I-I can't feel a..." The sentence trailed off, and he heard something like a sigh come from Sam at the news.
Without thinking about what he was about to do, Dean tilted Castiel's head, placed his own hands on Cas's chest and forcibly pumped against it. "C'mon." He muttered, just once, before moving his right hand to the ex-angel's face and pinching his nose. He opened Castiel's mouth and placed his over Cas's, breathing as much air as he could into the other man.
Nothing.
He paused for a moment, then repeated the action again. First pumping against Castiel's chest, then trying to pump fresh air into the other man's system. "C'mon." He whispered again. More pumping against his chest, more filling his lungs with as much air as possible and trying to pass it onto Castiel.
This time the ex-angel's lips moved against his, in a way not foreign, not bad, not describable... Dean moved away as Cas sat-up, coughing up water. "Cas!" Sam shouted, rushing to his side and patting his back until Castiel was sucking fresh air into his lungs again, shuddering with the knowledge that he was almost certain he had died, but was still somehow living.
Well, then. That meant he hadn't been dreaming. He had just kissed Dean... He turned to look at the hunter, soaked head-to-toe in water, gaze unwavering as Castiel scrutinized him.
They didn't say anything as they stood, Dean on his own, Castiel helped to his feet by Sam. They didn't say anything and they didn't break eye contact.
"Thank you..." Cas muttered after awhile, finally breaking the stare to look at Sam in turn.
The Winchester's both nodded. "Tomorrow we're teaching your sorry ass how to swim." Dean said, smirking.
Author's Note- Somehow people have still been reading and following this even though I have been a terrible person and haven't updated it in... Months. I can blame it on university, on the site not working for me, on writer's block... Whichever. However all three of those problems or over so I will try to update more often. Prompts are super appreciated! Thank you SO much for reading! Reviews make my day, seriously. I love you all! Carry on my wayward readers!
