They decided (well, Dean offered and Cas agreed) to check out the cabin first, maybe shower and change clothes and then look around the resort before heading in for that dinner. Except for the bathroom, the whole cabin had an open floor plan. Left was the kitchen with a small dining table and right was the bed with dressers. There was a small TV mounted on the wall, with an extendable arm so that it can be moved and viewed from the kitchen or the bedroom. Bathroom was in the back and to the right. Left wall had a backdoor that led to a small patio and a jacuzzi. (Oh, hell yeah!)
The luggage was on the bed, two cases, one blue with the name Dixon Crawford and the red one with the name Cassidy Crawford. (Crawford? Seriously?) Cas was already opening 'his' as Dean finished ogling the outdoor jacuzzi and joined him to go through Dixon's and try to find something he could wear.
"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!" One after another, Dean pulled over a dozen Hawaiian shirts with various prints and about six pairs of cargo shorts. Not one regular shirt, not one pair of jeans to be seen. He turned towards Cas to complain about it, but what he saw made him freeze. Cas was holding a blue-green see-through negligee. It was made out of some filmy fabric and lace and it was really short and really revealing and as Cas set it against his torso, clearly confused about what it was, Dean's brain went completely offline.
The angel didn't seem to notice and continued to go through the rest of the suitcase. A few dresses, some cute shorts and tank tops, not to mention a dozen panties of all shapes and colors; Cassidy was apparently a woman. It was when Cas started pulling out something else that was transparent and with lace that Dean finally snapped out of his daze and stopped him by closing the red suitcase.
"Here, we can share these. Seem to be in our size." Breathing a little haggard, Dean shoved one of Dixon's shirts into Cas' arms, then added pants and underwear. "Why don't you, um, take the first shower? I'll, um, see what else is in this cabin?"
"Why are you perspiring?" Cas even did the squint-head tilt thing and Dean huffed nervously. Not like he could tell Cas that he just imagined him wearing that flimsy nightgown that oddly enough seemed like it might fit him nicely.
"It's, um, hot in here. And a little stuffy. I should open a window. Yeah, open a window, I'll do that. Oh, here, look, there is coconut shower gel in the gift basket, why don't you take that to your shower?" The image of Cas in the negligee was now replaced by the image of him in the shower, getting soaped up and Dean had to practically shove Cas into the bathroom. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths and thought other thoughts.
Sam! Sammy must be worried. They should snoop around and try to find a way to contact the outside world. Jin mentioned that one of the 'perks' of this resort is complete social media isolation, no phones, no internet, no distractions. Apparently it was the kind of a couples resort where you were supposed to reconnect with your significant other. But there had to be a way for the staff to reach out to the mainland, to get in touch with this Gabby or in case of any emergencies. Maybe a sat phone? Dean could hope, though if Gabriel was really behind this, Dean knew it would be a lost cause. Still, they had to try.
Cas looked… Really good in the Hawaiian get-up. And he was smiling a little too, clearly liking the new clothes. The sight made something warm spread through his chest, but he didn't want to think about it much. Instead, he hurried through his shower and got dressed in a similar fashion, hating how comfortable the clothes actually were. Fifteen minutes later they were off to explore the resort.
The place was big and there were signs everywhere. There were even little stands with brochures around. Cas picked one up and showed it to Dean. There was a map. "Damn, this is some fancy shit," Dean said, thinking that whoever built this place was certainly aiming for it to be a glamorous type of a resort. It had everything. Spas and pools and recreation centers, tennis courts and running tracks. Souvenirs shops, of course, and hot springs; they even had a movie theater and a bar. There were service buildings around too, like the main office that Dean and Cas visited before, a laundromat, a grocery shop, the mess hall and a com center - bingo!
They tried that first. No use though, the place was locked up tight and Dean didn't have his lockpicks with him. If he managed to find some tools, they could come back later and try. There was another option and that was the main office. Maybe there was something there that could help them, or at least a computer with internet access.
The whole resort seemed a little deserted, they had only seen a few people for afar. It was strange, a place like this should need a big staff, yet there was almost no one around. On their way to the main office, they went past the laundromat and found the answer to that question - everything was self-service. And free. (Maybe not free, maybe it was included in the trip price, but they couldn't know that). Even the grocery shop didn't have a check out. You just went in, picked stuff up and left. Weird.
The whole place was weird. It was a real beach/jungle resort, the scent of ocean and coconuts filling the air; it was warm and sunny and tropical and everything Dean imagined it to be. He had always hoped to get a chance to visit a place like this, it was his dream vacation. It was just too good to be true.
They arrived at the mess hall a little early. The place was big enough to hold twenty or so people, but there was no one but the staff there. Were they the only couple in the resort? Well, not a couple, they weren't a couple, shut up, brain. Fake couple. They were playing their part.
"Oh my god, you two are so cute!!" yelled the lunch lady across the room. Dean was usually better at this, but for some reason, he couldn't contain his blush as they approached. There was a food display like in any canteen, filled with all sorts of cooked meals and grilled meat and vegetables. The lunch lady was standing behind it, beaming up at them. She had dark red, brown red hair hidden under the hair net. She was a little short, but had a really warm, wide smile and cute little dimples. The tag on her uniform said Meredith.
"Thank you," Cas replied with a small smile before he looked down at the food. "There are so many choices, what do you recommend?" Cas and Meredith started chatting over what was good and what they probably wouldn't like, but Dean's attention was on the other side of the mess hall where four new people entered. Two couples by the looks of things.
One pair was dressed a little uptight for Dean's taste. The brunette had her hair up in a ponytail, a tight white top and a white skirt with white sneakers, looking like she just came out of a game of tennis. The blond guy was in some kind of khaki shorts and white shirt with a light purple ascot. He looked like he belonged in a golf club.
The other pair was a little bit looser, the blond woman had a flowery dress and her hair was down, while her partner wore a similar Hawaiian shirt and cargo pants with flip flops. All four looked like they belonged in a magazine of sorts.
They all smiled, clearly excited to meet more people. Before they even managed to grab a meal, Dean learnt that the uptight couple were Eve and Brandon Richardson, New York upper class. Eve was a fashion designer and Brandon was a Wall Street broker and they were filthy rich.
Rosemary and Earl Jonson were from Texas and they made a fortune from some chilly sauce Rosemary made. Earl seemed like a really lay back kind of a guy while Rosemary reminded Dean a little bit of Becky Rosen.
Thankfully none of them knew who Dixon and Cassidy Crawford were, so Dean made up this story about Cas being a university professor teaching History (the dude knew it all, so it was a good cover), while Dean was in classic car restoration.
The conversation flowed easily, those people loved to talk about themselves. Cas didn't talk much if he wasn't prompted and answered direct questions with a dose of shyness. A little bit like Rosemary, actually. Earl and Eve were the most vocal of all, talking about everything and nothing, with Brandon throwing in a word or two.
Dean wanted to blow his brains out after listening to them for half an hour and was glad when they finally got the chance to leave. He felt drained and was so looking forward to sleeping in an actual bed that he didn't even mind he would need to share it with Cas.
They were both adults and have found themselves in worse situations than that, right? Not like they haven't shared a shelter out on the other side of the island too. It was fine. Not a big deal. Not a big deal at all.