It had been a long day. Hours of grueling combat and pursuit weighed heavy on the four of the Winchester family. Dean was bitterly silent, Beck was high strung and sparking with snarky sarcasms. Sam was just exhausted, and Beth felt she was going to pass out on her feet.
They returned to their motel in clothes heavy with grime and blood, no small amount of it their own. Silence accompanied the foursome as they crossed the fenced pool yard of the motel.
Beck stopped at the end of the pool while the others continued on, only stopping at the sound of a splash.
Turning toward the sound, the scene before them was rare.
Beck's boots, socks, jacket and t shirt were lying in a rumpled heap and she was just bursting through the surface of the water. A huge grin was on her face as she palmed a wet mass of hair away. Her black tank top clung to her body and her still jean clad legs stroked the water.
Dean caught onto the idea immediately, dropping his own jacket, shoes and shirts beside Beck's before joining her.
Sam and Beth followed much more quietly, hovering in the shallow water, close together with fingers entwined as they exchanged whispered words.
Beck sliced through the water, kicking off the sides of the pool. When she surfaced again, she noticed Dean watching her from the edge of the pool. Submerging again, Beck moves under him and yanked his legs down.
Dean popped up spluttering before turning on her with a playful growl, throwing a splash of water her way. She laughed, the sound echoing clearly through the silent night, and Dean grinned.
They spent nearly four hours in that crappy motel pool, and though they left the thing significantly dirtier than they found it, they felt much better afterwards.
After a quiet session of carefully patching each other up, they were all fast asleep.
