Dean, as usual, was staring at Cas in disbelief. His angel didn't know how to swim.

"How old are you?" Dean demanded.

"Uhh… I'm not quite sure… It's…. Centuries...?" Cas sounded uncertain. A fairly uncommon occurrence.

Dean sighed. "You don't even know your age? I thought you angels prided yourselves on being older than practically everything else in existence?"

"Well… We do. But we didn't have the concept of time when we were brought into being. It was you humans who created it. We have just adapted to referring to things in seconds, minutes, and so on. That is why most angels don't know their age. And we already know that we're older, so what would be the point, even?" Cas gave his best stare, the one that made people look away out of sheer uncomfort.

Dean just leaned down and gave a soft kiss to him.

"Well, Cas. You better suit up. I have some things to teach you today." Dean turned away, looking for a pair of shorts that he might possibly own in his suitcase.

"But Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?" he replied without looking away from his task.

"I'm already in a suit."

Dean turned around then, and looked at Cas. In a way, he was correct. He was in his usual attire of Jimmy Novak's last outfit, a suit and a trenchcoat.

Yet again, Dean sighed. "Not that type of suit, Cas! A swim suit. You know… Shorts and a t-shirt, if you're shy."

Slightly blushing, Cas looked away. "I do not own either of those, Dean."

"Well, if I've got an extra pair, you can borrow my shorts. But I think you can go without a t-shirt," Dean said with a smirk.

Cas said nothing, but waited patiently to be given a pair of shorts. As he waited, he looked around the dingy motel room that they were staying in. Sam had opted to get two rooms, as he didn't want to be in the same room as a new couple, especially one involving his brother. He knew that he'd get absolutely no sleep. They'd either be giggling or doing… Other activities.

Cas wasn't sure as to where they'd be swimming, as this room obviously had no pool. Maybe the motel had one, but there was no way to be certain.

"Aha!" Dean exclaimed, having found the articles of clothing he had been searching for. He handed one pair of shorts to Cas, and promptly started taking off his jeans.

"Dean what are you-" Cas started.

"I'm changing. You have to be wearing the shorts to be allowed in the pool, Cas. So start taking off your suit."


After about twenty minutes of persuasion, Cas and Dean were now about to head to the pool. Dean led Cas out of their room, down a few hallways, and eventually to a door that had a sign next to it reading "swimming pool - hours: 7 a.m. to 10 p.m."

"dean, I don't want to do this," Cas whined.

"Yeah? And why not?"

Cas looked around, as if their surroundings would provide him with a reasonable excuse. "Because…" Cas started.

Dean just looked at him and smiled, and it was then Cas knew that Dean wouldn't let him opt out of this.

Cas sighed, and followed Dean into the room after he had unlocked it with a room card.

The first thing Cas noticed was the heavy smell of chlorine. Next was the large mass of water that was contained in the room. The last was the way that Dean's eyes sparkled with the prospect of swimming.

Cas knew he would get in the pool. And he knew that he would learn to swim, if only for Dean's sake. And it was all because….

"I love him…" Cas whispered.

"Hmm?" Dean asked, turning around and setting his eyes on Cas. The sudden slip of his tongue and what he said made Cas blush slightly.

"Nothing!" Cas said quickly. Dean's eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second in worry, then returned to glimmering.

"Well, Cas, let's teach you how to swim."

Dean set his towel down on a chair that sat a few feet back from the pool, and promptly jumped into the pool. After resurfacing, he beckoned towards Cas.

"Go ahead and jump on in," he said. "The water's nice and warm."

Cas didn't move. He was afraid, for once, of something that couldn't kill him. This was a new experience. Cas didn't particularly like those.

Dean saw Cas's hesitation, and quickly got out of the pool by pushing himself out. His muscles trembled slightly from the unfamiliar exertion, and small droplets of water dropped from his hair. Cas watched it all with something akin to hunger in his eyes.

"Cas, you can walk in from the steps. Would that be more comfortable for you?" he asked.

Cas nodded, and they walked towards the steps, holding hands. The smooth white tile beneath their feet was cool to the touch, the air warm and heavy with moisture. Cas looked at his feet, and the trail of water Dean left as he walked ahead of him.

Dean walked right into the water, but Cas only went two steps deep before he paused. Hearing the lack of noise, Dean turned back and walked backwards, pulling Cas with him.

"Dean," Cas whined. "The water is cold."

"Don't worry, Cassy. It gets warmer after a minute." They were leaving the three foot area, and quickly approaching the deep end. After the water reached halfway up his abdomen, Cas stopped, and no pulling from Dean would move him.

Dean moved closer to Cas, getting only a few inches away from him. "Would a kiss help you to move?" he asked.

Cas stared into Dean's eyes, and at the small water droplets clinging to his eyelashes. They seemed to make his eyes sparkle more than usual. Cas leaned in, and they kissed softly. Before they parted, Dean moved them a few feet farther in.

"Cas, once you learn how to do the basics, you pretty much can do anything you want. And I'm sure you'll be a fast learner, like with some other activities." Dean smirked as he said this, and Cas smiled softly.

"So, Cas, lie on your back in the water."

"What?!" An expression of fear played across Cas's face.

Dean sighed. "Cas, I'll be holding your back. Don't worry." Cas half heartedly glared at him, wondering exactly why he let Dean talk him into this.

He, however, did as Dean asked. Dean's arms did support him the, even if one hand happened to move below his back and pinch his butt. Cas giggled softly at that, and Dean smiled.

"So, Cas, just turn over for me."

Cas sighed. "The things I do for you, Dean."

"Now, kick your legs and move your arms outwards." Cas did as told, hoping that something good would come out of this endeavor.

He soon felt the pressure of Dean's hands leave his abdomen, and still found himself afloat. He actually started moving after a second or two of not being held in place. Dean swam alongside him, and they reached the far end of the pool, where the water was deep, and Cas presumed it was eight or nine feet from the surface to the bottom of the pool.

At the edge, Cas clung to the side, where he could hold on and not worry about whether or not his good luck would run out and he would begin sinking.

"Cas," Dean said, trying to get his attention.
Cas looked over, staring with his questioning gaze, but said nothing.

"Cas, I…" Dean seemed to be struggling with words.

"Yes, Dean? What's bothering you?" Cas had genuine worry in his eyes, all for Dean.

"IloveyouCas," he mumbled quickly, wanting Cas to understand, and not at the same time.

"What was that?"

"I… Love you… Cas," Dean said slowly, a blush on his cheeks intensifying with every word.

Cas beamed, realizing that the feelings he felt for Dean were reciprocated in strength. "I love you too, Dean," he said before kissing his human softly on the lips.

Right as they pulled away, the door to the room opened, and Sam came barreling into the room, and promptly jumped into the pool after setting his towel on a chair.

This intrusion, however, would not ruin the mood of two-thirds of team Free Will.


This was mainly written for my friend, Taylor, who I assume will have read this within a few minutes of posting. I kinda sorta owed her a Destiel one-shot. Or two. So you guys can expect another within a few days.

Hope you liked it everyone! And Taylor. She's my main goal for this one XD The last chapter was also fro her, I guess...

Anyways, you guys can send in requests for topics if you want. Feel free to send it in a review, as well.