"Rise and shine, Cas." Dean said the next morning. Cas rolled over and rubbed his eyes, looking over at Dean. He suddenly remembered he still had the t-shirt, and he quickly shoved it under his pillow. "Were you actually sleeping?" He asked as he got dressed.

"I suppose so. I was unaware that it was possible," Cas replied.

"So does that mean you're well rested?" Cas nodded as he stood up and searched for a new outfit to wear. "Good, cuz I'm ready to check out the morning buffet. Today we gank this Twilight Zone bitch...After breakfast."

"Oh, man, these waffles! And this bacon... Ah, man, we...we are never leaving this place!" Dean said in between shoveling food into his mouth. Castiel watched him, fascinated at how one man could possibly eat so much at once.

"Dean, there may be something aboard this vessel. And it is not pleasant," Cas said finally. Dean finished chewing and swallowed slowly.

"You saw something?"

"Yes."

"But you said you didn't see anything yesterday."

"I lied."

"You wh- Dammit, Cas, c'mon. These people could be in danger, and you're lying to me?"

Cas looked down at the table shamefully. "My apologies. I did not want to upset you further last night. And I also did not want to discuss it where anyone could hear us."

"No one's around, Cas. Now tell me what you saw," Dean demanded, stabbing the last bit of waffle angrily before shoving it in his mouth.

"An angry spirit."

"Great. If it's attached to the ship, we'll have to destroy the whole damn thing."

"Perhaps, But it may be attached to only one object. It will be fine," Cas replied, placing a reassuring hand over Dean's on the table. Dean looked at their hands and then up into Cas's eyes. His gaze held for a moment, and then faltered, and he took his hand away.

"Where did you see it?"

"On the same level as our cabin, down the hall a ways."

"Who do you think it is? A captain? Passenger?"

"It was a young child. A female child, wearing an old style of dress."

"Great," Dean responded, standing up from the table. "Ok. Let's go deal with this Titanic shit. I made a reservation to eat at the Steakhouse at eight."

Castiel was laying on a lounge chair on the pool deck wearing shorts and no shirt. He was enjoying the new experience of sun exposure on his bare skin. Dean sat on the chair beside him and dazed out, looking at Cas's already tanned, smooth abdomen. He got away with it for a few minutes before Cas opened his eyes and sat up to face him.

"Hello, Dean."

"What's up? We should probably start investigating. Sam said that this thing was appearing in people's photos and stuff. It doesn't sound harmful, except that one person got sliced up in the spa." Cas only nodded. Dean looked down at the floor, trying not to gawk at Castiel's body. He decided that it was really hot outside in the sun, so he took off his shirt and laid back on his chair. In a few moments, he opened his eyes slightly and saw Cas looking at him; at his exposed torso. Feeling self conscious, Dean rested his hands on his stomach. Several minutes passed of Dean enjoying the heat of the sun, and he feared that Cas had left. Suddenly he felt something cold and wet touch his shoulder. His eyes shot open and he slapped his hand at the cold attacker.

"Did that hurt?" Cas asked, worried.

"No, it was cold! What the hell is that?"

"It is sunburn prevention. I see many of the humans out here using it. Your skin appears to be turning red, so I thought maybe you needed some." Dean didn't know what to say. Castiel took the pause as an ok to continue. He squeezed a glob of sunblock onto Dean's chest and proceeded in rubbing it in across his chest and abs. Cas's hand lingered momentarily on the faded anti-possession tattoo, and Dean made eye contact with him. Dean's heart pounded. He bit his lip and closed his eyes.

"Th-thanks, Cas. I'm good," he managed after a moment.

"But your arms are-"

"I'm good." Dean repeated roughly. Cas's face fell, and he sat back in his own chair.

"My apologies..." He said quietly.

"It's fine, Cas. Just- I'll do it." Dean grabbed the bottle out of Cas's hands, rolling his eyes when he read the label. "Burt's Bees." Dean scoffed. Cas would find something that had to do with bees - even in the middle of the ocean. Dean squeezed some onto his palm and spread it across one arm and then the other. Cas watched intently as Dean flexed his arms. He was so muscular after all of the fighting he'd been in. Dean knew Cas was staring at him, and he realized he didn't mind it. He had liked Cas running his hands across his chest. He'd really liked it. "Hey, Cas. Do you need some?" Dean asked, noticing that the small bottle was almost empty already.

"No, I have already applied some. Thank you." Cas responded. Dean was almost disappointed. He scanned his eyes over Cas's body for a moment, imagining what it would feel like to run his hands over the angel's smooth, warm skin. He wondered if Cas would like it too. Dean shook the thought out of his head, and stood up. He walked over to the bar and ordered a beer, and then climbed into the nearest hot tub. There were several college students occupying it, but they scooched over and let him sit. He took a swig of his beer and winked at one of the girls. She made a disgusted face and turned back to chatting with her friends. Dean rolled his eyes, and looked out across the deck at Cas. He was still laying on the chair, smiling with the sun shining down on him. Dean smiled, and downed another mouthful of his drink. He caught himself staring at Cas's body again. It wasn't every day – or hardly even ever – that he got to see the angel with no shirt on. His body was so flawless and smooth. Dean suddenly realized his own body was reacting. He was glad that the bubbles were still running in the hot tub. He took a deep breath and tried to look at something else. Taking the last sip of his drink, his eyes settled on the two college girls sitting across from him. Yeah, he noticed their push up bikini tops and fake tans, but it didn't do anything for him. He thought it was strange, that suddenly slutty girls weren't attractive to him. He left his empty glass beside the hot tub, and walked back over to his lounge chair. He laid down and closed his eyes, resting for a while. He felt a cool hand press against his shoulder, and he opened his eyes, squinting in the sun.

"Dean, perhaps you should go inside. Your skin is very red now." Dean glanced down at his stomach.

"Goddamit," he grumbled when he saw how sunburnt he had become. "Cas, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I'm sorry, Dean. I was resting as well."

"Let's go, Cas. Before I turn into a lobster." The two men descended the stairs to their deck, and Cas opened the door to their cabin. Dean stepped into the bathroom and looked himself over in the mirror. "Sonifabitch," he groused. Cas stepped in beside him and frowned at Dean's reflection in the mirror.

"Here," he said, handing Dean another bottle of lotion. "Sam packed this. It says it is to be applied after sun damage."

"I don't need that crap," he protested.

"Dean, your skin is very burnt. You must apply some of this or you will be in a lot of pain later."

"Cas, I said I don't nee-" Cas turned Dean around so that he was facing him, his back pressed against the counter. Cas squeezed a generous amount of aloe lotion onto his hand and gently smoothed it over Dean's left shoulder. Dean winced at the coolness of the lotion, and the slight stinging of his skin from the sunburn. Cas continued to apply the lotion over wherever Dean had been exposed. Dean was still surprised from the way Cas had forced him to turn around, so he just stood there. Cas glided the lotion across Dean's chest and abdomen, and Dean started to feel the same way he had when he was watching Cas from the hot tub earlier. "Uh, Cas...that's good, I'm good, thanks," he stuttered.

"I should have awoken you sooner, this is all my fault." Cas replied as he ran his lotion covered hand across Dean's stomach and hips. He went to apply some just below his naval, and Dean grabbed him by the wrist.

"That's enough, Cas. I'm fine now, thanks." Dean said sternly, looking into the angel's eyes.

"You are welcome," Cas replied, and took a step back. He turned and stepped back into the room, and Dean shuddered. He could feel the cooling aloe lotion mixed with the burning heat of his burnt skin. It was a strange sensation, however not as strange as how he felt about his body reacting to Cas touching him like that. He didn't know if he could handle Cas applying another lotion to him. He figured he would have to hide the aloe somewhere, or else be tortured by another angelic rub down. Cas was only trying to help, after all, Dean thought to himself. He didn't-couldn't have any sort of feelings for Dean. Could he?