Happy new chapter! Sorry about the weird posting schedule (there is none at the moment), I just write when I have time and when the muses don't shut up :) Also, apologies for not getting around to review PMs this time, life got busy with finals and I decided to put this up first. Aside from that, major thanks to kaosdolls3, all three guests, Kathy, missingmikey, and DearHart for the reviews! Writing happy stories and getting happy reviews, in turn, makes me very happy.

This chapter is for the guest that requested "Could you do one of the boys playing at a hotel/motel pool? One where they are kids and one where they are older? It'd be a little long but the pools are my favorite part of motels." I hope this makes you happy as well!

Don't own Supernatural, nope.

It was hot in Arizona. Really, really hot. Sam had been in Arizona before, the job took them all over, but he'd never had a day in the state quite as hot as the one they'd been put through. On top of that, the case had been a ghost, which meant a salt and burn, so even more heat.

By the time the Winchesters clambered into Baby at the end of the hunt (stifling interior, hot leather seats and all), they were truly cooked and the sun was barely even down. Being in jeans and boots didn't help anything, but at least the only negative thing that had happened on the hunt was the heat, which had gotten to well over a hundred degrees as the afternoon passed.

"Is my face melting? I feel like my face is melting," Dean muttered as he turned the key in the ignition and put the air conditioner on full blast. He went to grab the steering wheel to reverse, but jerked his hands back a second later at how hot it was. "Stupid heat."

"At least we can go into an air conditioned place now, find some motel, take a shower or something," Sam replied as they finally began pulling away from the house, Dean eventually giving up on trying to avoid the heat.

"That sounds just about perfect," Dean nodded in approval, already beginning to scope out a place.

They ended up at a slightly nicer almost hotel than they usually stayed at, courtesy, in fact, of the hunt. The couple they had helped had insisted on paying them for getting rid of the 'pest problem' that kept banging on their walls, and the brothers hadn't been able to refuse. And seeing that they had a long drive back to Kansas, they could afford one decent night in a decent place.

Dean still had to park the car himself and there was nobody waiting to take their bags, it wasn't that fancy, but it was better. Sam signed them in under a false name, provided cash, and started walking to the elevators. Dean appeared a second later with a few mints in his hand, duffel bag in the other.

"Place is nice," he commented, already sucking on one as the doors dinged open, they stepped inside, and eventually got out again. Their room was on the second floor with a key card and everything, and once inside they dropped their bags and sat on the edge of the beds. "And no obvious mystery stains. You know, we should start charging more often," Dean joked, smirking to Sam was he looked around the room.

Sam simply rolled his eyes, but he smirked along too. He then looked to his brother, who had paused by the window, peeking out through the curtains.

"What is it?" Sam asked, hoping there wasn't something wrong with the so far nice establishment.

"Dude, they have a pool," Dean pointed down to the ground. Sam got up and came to see, and it was indeed a pool. It wasn't one of those sad, somewhat dirty rectangular ones either, but a nice sized clean looking pool with lounges set up around it.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Sam looked to his brother, who had a light in his eyes, but eventually shook his head with a laugh. "Dean, we don't exactly carry swimsuits with us everywhere." He wasn't even sure he owned one, to be honest.

"So?" his brother asked with a simple shrug of his shoulders.

"And we can't go swimming in jeans, and I don't want to hear the other options," Sam held up a finger to stop Dean's arguments before ether started, knowing where it would lead them.

"Who said anything about jeans?" Dean asked, not letting Sam's refusal dampen his mood. He went over to his duffel, and after a minute of rummaging, came back with two pairs of shorts, one of which he presented to Sam proudly.

"You…own shorts?" Sam questioned, his eyes open wide and a bit confused.

Dean shrugged in response. "I looked at the weather beforehand. Figured we may not want to die of heatstroke and could at least wear them in the motel if not on the job so…" he trailed off, shaking the shorts in his hand. "Come on, Sam, when's the last time we went swimming?"

Sam honestly had to think back, and it was a while back. He couldn't have been more than five, he and Dean were swimming in a motel pool. John had been off on one of the chairs, keeping watch while also looking through a newspaper for the next case. They had fun jumping and splashing around as kids did, and while they tried to get their dad to join in, he smiled but refused because he didn't have any shorts.

So Sam and Dean went on playing, and after an hour or so they went back up to the room, and early the next morning they had left.

"Been a while, but that doesn't mean we should-"

Now it was Dean's turn to hold up a finger. "Why not? We've got a rare night off in decent accommodations and it's freaking a million degrees outside. You know what, stay here and take a cold shower or whatever," Dean waved a hand and went into the bathroom to change, his mind made up.

He came out a minute later sporting an undershirt and shorts.

"You're going barefoot?" Sam asked and raised an eyebrow, to which Dean shrugged and left his other clothes on the bed.

"You know where to find me," he replied, casting a glance to his brother with a smirk before he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Sam sat on the bed for a minute before he decided to turn on the television to pass the time. A cold shower sounded nice, but Dean hadn't exactly taken a room key with him, and in case the pool didn't work out, he needed someone to let him back in.

He could just bring down a towel and the room key to Dean though, not get in himself, no harm no foul. But then again, he could get his jeans wet, which would be miserable.

Sam eventually sighed and shook his head. He resorted to changing into the shorts provided but keeping his t-shirt and shoes on before he grabbed a towel and a room key and began to walk down to the pool. By the time he got down there, the sun had set and the pool was practically deserted. He didn't see any signs for closing hours, so he shrugged and pushed through the gate into the area.

Dean was swimming a few laps when Sam walked in, and he smirked and stopped by the edge of the pool as he came by. "Changed your mind, I see," he grinned, as if he had won.

Sam shook his head and put the items down on a nearby lounge. "No, I brought you a towel and a key that you left behind, and I didn't want to get my jeans wet," he defended.

"Yeah yeah whatever," Dean muttered and shrugged before he began climbing the steps out of the pool.

"You getting out?" Sam asked as Dean made his way over.

"Nah, got some water in my ear. Go check the water, maybe you'll change your mind then," Dean tried, reaching over to grab the towel.

Sam rolled his eyes, but did as his brother asked, kneeling down by the side so he could stick a hand in the water. It did feel nice, like a cool respite from the hot air outside. He didn't get the chance to tell Dean that, however, because before he could get up, his older brother had run and pushed both of them into the pool.

Water surrounded him and Sam pushed himself up from the bottom, spitting out water as he did so. "Dude, what the hell?" he asked, trying to get some of the hair out of his face, but it was seemingly stuck there.

Dean just laughed and floated a few feet away, his face the perfect picture of 'got you'. "Not like you were gonna get in yourself, figured I'd give you a helping hand," he explained with a grin.

Oh, and it was a grin Sam wanted to wipe off his face. He bent down in the water to get his boots off so they didn't get totally ruined, and left them on the side of the pool.

"Helping hand, huh?" Sam asked with a smirk. "Come over here, I'll show you what a helping hand looks like." Dean, of course, didn't oblige, and Sam was resorted to trying to splash him from across the pool, just like they had when they were kids.

The next ten minutes consisted of a combination of splashing and water grappling, which left both of them laughing and sputtering for air. It eventually turned into a few laps and watching the stars come out over the night sky. All in all, it was one of the best motel nights they had in a while.

When the air around them finally began to cool down, they decided to get out, ringing out their clothes as best their could, with Dean giving Sam most of the towel to "dry off his Rapunzel hair", which earned him a wet towel to the face.

The concierge looked at them a bit strange when they entered the elevator, still fairly dripping wet with soaked boots in Sam's hands, and made their way back up to the room.

After they had showered and settled for an old western rerun to watch, Dean brought up, "you know, we should take more cases in Florida or California, somewhere by the beach, that'd be nice," he muttered, almost half asleep as his eyes began to glaze over, not really paying attention to the movie.

And Sam, hair still damp, and face still smiling, couldn't find it in his heart to disagree.

Thanks everyone for reading! Reviews are always appreciated, and happy prompts are ALWAYS welcome, you guys have some wonderful ideas that I would love to put onto paper :) They are welcome via reviews or PM, and if anyone wants to talk about the latest episode, I'm available in either of those locations too. Until next time!