Sam was going to be pissed. He was spending the rest of his day with Castiel learning about body language, or whatever, while Dean and Charlie spent their time after lunch at the spa area of the hotel.

They were originally going to try to talk to the cook again and see if any of the stories he'd told Sam could actually be leads. When they arrived in the lobby area they'd seen some of the couples dressed in swimwear and talking excitedly at each other. It took only one question before they were bombarded with information about the spa services the hotel offered. They pretended to be interested while searching for a way out of the conversation. Or at least Dean thought that's what they were doing.

"Well, we have to go to the spa." Charlie said immediately after the group started on their way again. She grinned at Dean.

"I'm sorry, what?" Dean turned his incredulous gaze to his friend.

"Did you see how many people were in that group? How can we justify leaving that large of a group of people unguarded with a spook on the loose?" Her grin was reaching cheshire proportions.

"Charlie, we can't afford to do the spa. None of the previous attacks have happened there. Those people will probably be fine." Dean rolled his eyes at her and started looking for an indication of where the kitchen might be. They were supposed to be interviewing a witness.

"But how will we know they are safe if we're not there to make sure?" She was starting to sound a bit upset that Dean wasn't playing along with her plans.

"They'll be fine, Charlie." He rolled his eyes at her. "Seriously, being here this week cost a fortune already. Not to mention the room service…"

"Dean." She said it much too seriously and turned to face him head on, grabbing one of each of his shoulders in her hands. "I can hack your credit card later and take the charge off." And now Dean was paying attention.

"Are you sure?" He asked, but only because he was already feeling guilty about going to the spa without his brother and Cas. He knew she was fully capable of such a small adjustment.

"Of course." She nodded her head seriously as she said it. They stared into each other's eyes, taking in the gravity of the situation.

"Well, what the fuck are we waiting for then? Those people need protecting!" They raced all the way back up to their room, where they threw on their swim clothes as quickly as humanly possible, and then nearly skipped all the way down to the spa. Or whatever the manly version of that was.

The massage was maybe better then sex. It was, at the least, a thousand times better than magic fingers in a crappy motel. Dean was a giant puddle of goo that had somehow managed to reform in the common area. He was supposed to wait there for his next treatment, whatever it was. Charlie had made all the decisions on that front. If the massage was anything to go by, he'd be alright with whatever else she'd selected. Although, if he found himself with a green mask with cucumbers over his eyes, he might rethink that.

Speaking of the devil, he watched as Charlie strolled out of one of the other rooms and plopped into the giant, ridiculously comfortable chair next to his own. Her face was covered in a green mask, and he saw some cucumber slices in her hand. She grinned over at him before leaning back and placing them over her eyes.

"Yeah, that better not be on my list of treatments." He told her and she continued to grin.

"Don't worry, handsome. I would never upset your delicate sensibilities by making you suffer through something so girly. Although, your face could probably use the cleanse with all the nasty shit you boys are always getting into."

Charlie seemed to be trying to relax into the chair, so Dean did the same. He kicked back and watched the gently streaming fountain on the wall across from them. Almost instantly uninterested, he looked around at some of the other couples that were in the common area.

Everyone was wearing giant white robe. It was even more comfortable than the dead-guy robe Dean had waiting for him at home. Some of the couples were chatting with each other, and some of the couples had seemed to be split up like Dean and Charlie had been. There was one of the husbands a few chairs down from his own that seemed to have been left alone.

"What are you in for?" Dean asked him, as if they were in adjacent cells instead of this comfort haven.

"Whatever my wife decides I guess." The guy said with a shrug. He didn't even say it in a commiserating way. It was stated like a fact.

"Well, I hope you got the massage. It's awesome." Dean told him, grinning. The guy didn't even grin back. He just nodded at Dean's suggestion and then turned back to staring at the fountain again. Well that was a bit weird. Guess he wasn't the talkative type.

Dean looked around at the other couples again, then the fountain, then the weird guy, and then Charlie.

"Charlie, I'm fucking bored."

Charlie sighed and removed one of her cucumbers to glare at Dean. "We've been here like five minutes!"

"I was out here for a while before you got here." Dean protested. "And seriously, this is boring. What else am I signed up for?"

"I don't remember, Dean." She sighed again and removed her other cucumber. "I only signed you up for like three things. I'm sure they'll be back to get you soon."

Dean pouted. "But I'm bored now !"

"What exactly are you expecting me to do about it?" Charlie sat up in her chair and gave Dean her best face of irritation.

"Entertain me!" Dean said it as if it should have been obvious, and grinned at her. "Even the music is boring here."

Charlie leaned her head to the side, as if trying to listen to the music. It was a soothing almost rhythmless combination of flute and water sounds, or something. "Yeah ok. It is kind of boring. What do you want to do then?" The irritated look on her face reformed into a look of mischief. A much better look on her, in Dean's opinion.

"How much longer before you can wash that guacamole off your face?"

"It's been like five minutes, right? That's probably long enough. I think I'm supposed to wait until it dries, or something. If you find something better for us to do, though, I'll wash it off now..." She trailed off, raising her eyebrow challengingly.

Dean was instantly out of his chair and bounding to the appointment desk to find something more fun to do.

The lady at the desk looked startled as Dean dropped his arms on the counter top. He shot her his most winning smile in apology. "Sorry about that."

She looked up at him with a polite smile. "Is there something I can help you with, sir?"

"Is there anything a little more…. entertaining to do here?" He tried to make it sound he was just a little bored, instead of expressing the extreme level of boredom that he was actually experiencing. She just looked confused.

"I'm sorry? Is there something in particular that you wanted to sign up for?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Well, I don't know. Is there anything fun to do?"

"Well there is an indoor swimming pool, near the…" Even her voice was boring. Dean couldn't even wait until the end of the sentence. He slapped his hands on the table again, and she startled just as hard as she had the first time.

"That'll work! Thanks!" Dean shoved away from the desk before the lady could say anything else. He grinned as he made his way back over to Charlie.

"Let's go swimming!"

It took no time at all to get Charlie's face cleaned up and into the pool. Dean cannon-balled in after her. He made the biggest, loudest splash that he physically could.

There was another couple in the room, relaxing silently in the hot tub. Dean wanted to scare them off as soon as possible. They were probably the type to glare a lot when people were being loud and having fun. Which were the only two things Dean was interested in doing right now.

"Dean! Was that necessary?" Charlie glared at him while jumping out of the way of the falling water. Her irritated face made Dean laugh. "I wasn't really planning to get my hair wet, you know."

"Are you being serious right now?" Dean made a face at her to show how displeased he was with that information. "I never pegged you for one of those girls." He said with as much distaste as he could muster.

Charlie just rolled her eyes at him, pushing her hair back from her face so he could see her glare better. "I'm not one of those girls. I just didn't want to have to smell the chlorine in my hair for the rest of the damn day." She squeezed the hair to try to get the little bit of water Dean had splashed into it out.

"Good. No wife of mine is going to be scared to get her hair wet." He told her, inching closer while she was distracted. As soon as she was within reach he hoisted her up into the air.

"No! Dean! No! I still don't want-" And that's as far as she got before he threw her.

He was laughing loudly by the time she resurfaced. She was so tiny she'd gotten pretty good air when he'd thrown her. The look on her face after she wiped her eyes was unexpected, though. There was clearly a mischievous glint in them.

"I thought I made it clear the other day that I was not to be trifled with, darling." Her tone was sickeningly sweet and Dean was suddenly reminded of the leg sweep she had hit him with the morning before.

At least if they duked it out in the pool it was less likely that someone would get hurt. He barely had time to think that before she was on him. Her smaller frame didn't seem to matter when it was attached to his back, and when she kicked at the back of his knees, he went down. She shoved him under the water and then wisely backed away from him as he flailed for the surface.

Dean spit a mouthful of water and rubbed the rest out of his eyes. "Why, you little shit!" He was honestly pretty surprised at the ease at which she had been able to dunk him. She was a wily one.

They wrestled for dominance in the pool, and Dean lost more of those battles than he cared to admit. Although, it was pretty hilarious when Charlie would resurface with a red curtain over her face. The laughter only increased when she flipped the hair back over her head, giving her a ridiculous wave arching up from her face. If anyone ever asked, Dean would say that all the laughter was distracting him and that's the only reason she had managed to best him as many times as she had.

Exhausted from all the activity they finally called a truce and just grinned at each other for a minute. It was really nice to just have a bit of fun for once. And neither of them had actually been drowned, so that was a bonus.

Dean glanced in the direction of the hot tub, just to make sure they had effectively scared the other couple away. They should probably talk about the case, at least, since they clearly were not going to be able to interview the cook again today. Surprisingly, the other couple was still there, though. Instead of the glaring looks of disapproval Dean had expected, the other couple was grinning. They were quite clearly enjoying the show.

"Oh, don't stop on our account." The woman waved a hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Actually, I was thinking it was probably better to stop before she actually drowned me." Dena told her, grinning back. The comment earned him a grin from Charlie before her mask of fake seriousness came down again.

"Yes, I only married him for the life insurance policy, you know." Charlie said haughtily. She waved an insolent hand in Dean's direction.

"Darling, I don't have a life insurance policy." Dean said, regrettably. He cringed in a way that said he feared the retribution of not telling her sooner.

"Oh my god. What have I done?" Charlie looked appropriately spooked.

"Hey! That look had better just be really good acting!" Dean was appropriately offended. The laughter that escaped from Charlie at the remark was contagious and soon everyone was laughing.

"You guys are fun." The woman looked intrigued, and Dean figured that maybe they had spent too much time with the other couples. The emotionless man from earlier coming to mind.

"I'm Sarah, and this is Matt." She introduced them. Her husband gave a little smile and wave.

"This little ball of fire is Charlie." Dean said, rubbing his hand back and forth through Charlie's hair like he used to do to Sam when he was smaller. He received a fierce glare in return. "And I'm Dean." He nodded his head toward them.

"It's nice to meet another couple that aren't robots." Sarah said, looking toward the door as if afraid that the humanoids would be able to overhear her.

"I know right!" Dean was so surprised that she felt the same way about the other couples that he responded automatically. "I honestly thought one guy was going to start spouting zeros and ones at me!" The other couple chuckled at that.

"You know…." Matt said, glancing back and forth like he was about to divulge a secret, "I saw a net and a volley ball over in the closet…"

Dean could barely contain his excitement at the prospect. "Well what are you waiting for? Let's get that sucker set up!"

They ended up hanging out with Matt and Sarah much longer than expected. They were having a blast, and right around five o'clock the hotel staff had asked if they wanted anything to drink. Adding booze to the equation had been a terrible idea. It didn't take long before the game fell apart.

By the time they got out of the pool they were all laughing and joking like old friends. Dean picked up him fluffy white robe, and when his phone fell out, he knew they were in trouble. Twelve missed calls from Sam. "Shit!"

Charlie gave him a look of concern, but when she saw the indicator on his phone the color drained from her face. She quickly looked at her own phone and noticed a significant amount of missed calls on hers as well. Not to mention that it was almost seven at night.

"Crap. If we don't hurry up, we're going to miss dinner." Matt was a man with his priorities straight, and Dean would have shared in the sentiment if it weren't for the cool tendrils of dread curling in his stomach.

He shot a quick text to Sam to let him know they were okay, and just hadn't heard the phone. He knew that the relief his brother was likely to feel from knowing they were safe was likely to have worn off by the time that Dean actually saw him. Sam would be furious with him for making him think something terrible had happened. To make matters worse, the only excuse Dean would have for not hearing his phone would be that he was too busy having fun at the damn spa . They were so dead. The look on Charlie's face said that she knew it, too.