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                       Kapitel 5: Still waters run deep
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5. Still waters run deep


Until the wind stirs them up


The   whole way back, Dean had remained quiet, staring onto the street. He   had
not even bothered to answer Sam's dozen of questions about 'what is going on
between you two' and 'why don't you talk to me, I'm your brother'.
Finally, Sam had given up. If he did not want to talk, he could not make him
talk. Both of them knew!
Now,   that they were both back in their motel rooms. They wanted to rest for  
the next few hours until dawn. Sam certainly was already asleep but Dean   was
lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking.
He   actually was not good in those brain-involving things. Usually Sammy did  
all the important thinking. But this one was on him! Dean growled.
What did that friggin' angel mean? Aah, c'mon brain. I need ya right now, he
thought. The Winchester sighed, turning to the left. You're following my orders
without hesitation... why? He sighed again, turned to the right.
I never ask you to stay? You never wait I can do so. Dean turned onto his back.
There is no place he can go but then, where is he all the time he's not with us?
Sitting on the roof starin' up into the sky? 
"Jesus,   this freakin' chicken wing is drivin' me nuts." he cried out loud  
sitting up, staring at the door as if he could vaporize it with a simple   look.
The morning came way too fast for the eldest Winchester. He had   not made it to
fall asleep at all, resulting in a horrible looking man   with dark rings under
his eyes.
When Sam saw him, he could not believe his eyes.
"You look like shit." he just managed to say, before he shoved his salad into
his mouth.
"No shit, Sherlock." Dean replied sarcastically, poking around in his apple pie.
Sam sighed.
He was patient, when he had to be but this was just ridiculous.
"Listen, Dean. You better get things straight with Castiel, whatever is going
on..."
"There   is nothing going on, Sam and if you don't shut up... just shut up,  
okay? I can handle this." Dean cut off his brother with a loud voice.
Gaining the attention of some of the other guests and started mumbling and
whispering. The older Winchester rolled his eyes.
"Let's get outta here." he said, leaving his pie.
Sam   put some money onto the table and followed his brother. Not ten minutes  
later, the Winchesters were on the highway leaving Danville as fast as  
possible.
Not caring about what might have been found in the maze or where that minotaur
actually came from.
Not   caring for the screaming Rickbee who had to rake all day through the  
whole garden. The job was done, that was all that mattered.
Somewhere far South
The   day was just perfect. The sky was blue, the tiny bits of clouds looked  
like torn marshmallows about to vanish into milk and cocoa.
Dave   Calderon inhaled the smell of burning coals, the scent of roasting beef, 
 mixed with the taste of a cold, and freshly opened beer.
It was   indeed a perfect day for a barbecue. Turning the meat a few times to  
make sure it did not burn to ashes he felt a tight grip around his   chubby
belly.
"How's the meat darlin'?" his wife asked, kissing   his cheek and looking down
onto the brazier. "It will be done soon. Call   the kids and tell them to wash
their hands! The Johnsen's will be here   in any minute." he replied and grinned
widely. Yes, today would be the   best day.
His old time friend and his family would come.
They   would have fun, talk about nonsense and later drink a few beers and  
remember the good old days. As he turned the beef around another time he   got
startled by a loud honk from the nearby lake. He turned his gaze   towards the
huge boat that was approaching from the other side. Dave   smiled.
His friend always had to come with that huge thing just to   show off. He was
not jealous, not at all but still... it just bothered   him. With one of the
already done pieces of meat he made his way towards   the jetty. Waving over to
the boat, he did not notice the crippling of   the water approaching right next
to him.
"Hey Joe! C'mon that   thing is slow as hell! Move it!" Dave stopped waving
towards his friend   and shaded his eyes from the reflecting sun, loosening the
grip on the   meat and it fell into the water.
"Shit!" He got on his knees   trying to see if he could somehow still save the
40$ meat. Narrowing his   eyes he stared into the water. He saw nothing but
darkness and sighed   in anger, closing his eyes for a brief second.
When he opened them   again, his heart froze. A pair of eyes was staring right
at him, moving   closer and blinking softly. Dave opened his mouth and was about
to   scream but he could not, he just stared into those weird eyes.
"Dave, what're you doin'?" His wife set a few more plates on the table,
wondering why he was on the landing stage.
"Laura   get the camera!" he yelled over and reached into the water. He was not 
 scared at all, he believed that every being in this world was wonderful   and
he never saw something like he saw right now.
Its long face,   the long mane, those eyes looked full of mercy and forgiveness.
As his   fingers touched the water his eyes widened as the water splashed
against   his face, the merciful look in those eyes turning into a madness he  
never saw before.
A pair of strong, manly arms reached out of the water, grabbing him by his arm
and dragging him into the water.
A   short scream, which was choked off as his mouth was filled with water,  
escaped him, before Dave was pulled underwater leaving only the barbecue   tongs
and his screaming wife behind.
Back on the road
Sam   stayed quiet. From time to time he glanced over at his brother,  
receiving no reaction, not even a short look and tried to keep his mouth   shut.
With the ongoing apocalypse they did not need any more   problems, especially
not between them, but Dean was just not in the mood   to sort things out.
Where the hell were they even going? Grabbing   the steering wheel tightly Dean
tried to focus on the street, noticing   the bypassing cities and villages.
Millions of people who did not   even know what was going on and what would
happen, if nobody stopped the   remaining horsemen and Lucifer's plans.
Sometimes, he really wished   that nothing of this was real and he would just be
a normal human being,   with a normal life, a normal family and a normal job,
with normal   income.
But that would not be him, Dean Winchester, oldest son of   John Winchester,
destined to fight monsters and deal with weird angels   and demons. These damn
angels!
His thoughts got cut off when his eyes met a village sign, displaying
'Winchester' twenty miles. Dean's eyebrows moved upwards.
He   suddenly had an idea. "Hey, Sammy. What do you think about staying in  
Winchester for a day?" he asked smirking. His brother, who had taken a   nap,
turned his head in surprise. Not sure, what he actually had heard.
"Come again?" Dean smiled at his brother and repeated.
"Let's   go to Winchester!" His brother still not understanding what Dean was  
actually talking about turned his head towards the road in front of   them. When
he noticed the Route sign with an exit to 'Winchester', he   finally understood.
"You serious, dude?" Sam asked his brother, a smile on his face. Dean shrugged.
"Why not? Would be fun to see Winchester once, don't you think so?"
"Very well..." The younger brother started.
"Since   we don't have anything else, more important, to do, sure. Let's have  
some spare time with our namesake." Sam continued sarcastically.
Dean   changed the lane, not bothering about any other cars on the highway,  
not bothering his baby brothers warning to drive carefully.
He   activated the indicator and joined the lane for exiting the highway.   Half
an hour later they passed the village name sign and Dean started   singing.
"I don't care about the sunshine, yeah. 'Cause mama mama,   I'm comin' home..."
When Sam looked at his brother with a face saying 'you kiddin' me right', he
just stuck out his tongue.
"C'mon,   Sammy, let's enjoy ourselves for some time. The apocalypse certainly  
won't run away." he said, smiling hitting the brakes when the traffic   lights
turned red.
All the young Winchester could do was to roll   his eyes about that. Sometimes
he wondered if his brother was really an   all mature man or just pretending.
This place really seemed nice.   They passed some houses, searching for a motel
of some kind. This place   looked very nice. Except the fact, that it had
neither a motel nor hotel   at all. Dean growled.
"Is this possible? No friggin' motel? Serious?" Sam unfastened his seatbelt.
"Stop,   Dean. I'm gonna ask somebody." he said and Dean did as he was told.  
When Sam got off the car, he rushed over to a group of young people.   Dean
could watch them describing something and run the engine again.
His   brother was fast. Closing the door, he said "Okay, they said, they're  
renovating the hotel at the moment but there is a parking near the water   where
people can go camping." Dean furrowed his brow.
"You wanna go campin' Sammy?"
"Well   they said the Tims Ford Lake is down the road and it's the best place  
for camping in this region. So, it's our free day right? Relax and do   some
fishing and sightseein'?" Sam showed the little flyer to Dean he   had received
from the nice citizens.
"You go for the museums, library and stuff, I prefer sitting around in the sun
and grabbing my rod." Gaining a 'you mean, you go fishing' look from his
brother, Dean grinned and drove the Impala towards the lake.
Winchester   was build in the middle of a huge forest and the lake was
accessible by   several branches which were bridged with small wooden planks,
obviously   not made for cars to set over. The whole place smelled like nature, 
 clean water and peacefulness.
As they got closer to Tims Ford   Lake, a few police cars and an ambulance
passed them by. Sam turned his   head in curiosity but his brother did not seem
to bother.
He was seriously going for a day off. They had to wade through way too much shit
the past few weeks, they needed this. They deserved this.
Dean   noticed the sign for camping positions, guiding them to the left and  
they started searching for a nice, quiet, lonesome and delightful spot   where
they could settle down.
A few trees and nearly naked people later, they found an empty bay and Dean
parked the car right on the grass.
Sam   could not believe it, his brother nearly jumped out of the car, walked  
to the back of the car, opened the trunk, got out a camping chair, his   rod and
bait box and walked straight towards the shore.
"Wh...   wait! Dean what about... I wanted to visit the damn city centre! The  
library is told to be enormous!" Sam got out of the car smashing the   door
shut.
"Nice sightseeing Sammy, see ya later!" his brother   replied turning his
attention towards the lake, the rod and obviously   not Sam anymore. Sighing
heavily Sam walked around the car.
"You sure you don't wanna come and see a bit of the town and its history?" he
tried one last time gaining a straight 'nope' from the obviously 'busy' hunter.
"Fine,   you better catch us some fish then... I'll bring some vegetables from  
the market later." Sam got in the car again and started the engine,   shaking
his head before he set back and left his brother alone with his   thoughts.
Dean's inner tension faded away with the sound of his   beloved Impala growing
weaker and he was finally alone, again. He   actually hoped for his brother to
leave so he would not come up with any   more awkward questions, which he could
not answer himself.
He was   staring straight towards the lake when his eye met a little slightly  
overgrown landing stage. Smiling, he walked straight ahead and set his   little
chair on the wooden planks, which made the water under him   gurgle.
A perfect place to go fishing, he thought and his smile grew wider. Or just a
good place to relax and forget about everything! 
Dean   took out a simple fake grub bait and prepared his rod, swinging it a  
bit behind his head, winding up and finally casting his rod several feet   away.
Satisfied with the range he sat down onto the chair.
Holding the rod in a mild grip, he started the waiting game.
The   sun was hiding behind a few clouds, only to come out again and to  
present the hunter with a warm and pleasant light. Soaking in the smell   of his
surroundings, Dean closed his eyes for a few seconds.
I remember this.
Opening   his eyes again, his joy faded away as he felt the sense of a déjà vu
  coming over him. "I'm friggin' dreamin!" It looked the same. Everything  
looked the same as in his dream a few months ago. The Winchester turned  
around, prepared to see Castiel appearing from out of nowhere but the   angel
did not show up.
Grabbing tightly onto the armrest, Dean got   interrupted in his despair.
Something was hitting, he could feel the   slight vibrations the fish sent into
his hand.
Even if it was a   dream, hell, it could not be the same one, at least. No sign
of Castiel   and a fish was aiming for his bait, totally different. He secured
the   rod with both hands. Feeling and waiting. When the line got tense he  
pulled his rod upwards.
"Strike! Gotcha!" Dean yelled, feeling the rage vanishing again as he dragged
his catch home.
The rod bent down dangerously, the fish seemed huge and Dean's excitement grew
with every pull on the pole.
"Hello, Dean."
The hunter jumped out of the chair with a surprised curse.
The   rod fell to the ground and got pulled into the water by whatever was on  
the other end. Dean turned around and was facing the trench coat   wearing angel
of the Lord.
Catching his breath and feeling his heart beat slow down he pointed towards
Castiel with a startled expression on his face.
"Why   always... from behind? Why can't you just show up somewhere else, why?  
Is it that hard to appear without nearly killing everyone with a heart  
attack?" Dean cursed, turned around and saw his favorite fishing rod   disappear
into the lake.
Growling deeply, he faced the angel again who had closed the distance between
them and was standing right behind the hunter.
Meeting   those curious blue eyes with his own eyes, Dean held his breath and  
stared straight forward. A few moments passed with neither of them   saying a
word, when he finally lowered his head, grinning heartlessly.
"That was my best rod ya know?" he started, looking up into the angels close
face again.
"It's   from my father, Cas. He made it himself and now... it's gone. Thanks."  
He knew it was not Castiel to blame but right now, he did not care.
The   angel was technically to blame for his loss and still, he felt a fury  
inside of him and pushed the angel roughly away and out of his way, only   to
grab him by his collar and pulling him close again.
"You   should be careful, Dean." Blue eyes burnt into him and into his soul. He 
 could feel himself loosening the grip on the angel and he took a few   steps
backwards, his back facing the lake. Castiel's bad-ass angel voice   was back
again once more.
Dean shook his head slightly.
"What   is it Castiel? What the hell do you want?" The angel moved slowly  
breaking the distance between them apart again, getting closer to the  
seemingly confused and panicked hunter. Backing off even further, Dean   nearly
lost his balance as his foot reached the end of the wooden   planks.
"Cas, snap out of it! That's not you!"
"Dean, don't run from me." With every step the angel got closer, the water
seemed to splash even more and even higher.
The   Winchester turned his gaze around, facing the water. He could swim, so  
there was no need to be afraid of falling into the water but still,   heaven
would know what the angel was up to.
"Dean, stay right there."
Castiel   said slowly reaching out for the hunter. Dean's eyes widened and he  
turned his attention back to the now welcoming water. Maybe he should   just
jump and dive and swim for his life. Better soaking wet than   whatever the
angel was up to, it could only be worse.
That was when he saw them.
He   had not noticed it before but now he could clearly see them. The water  
was watching him. No, something in the water was staring at him. Those   eyes,
they somehow crept him out, but also they dragged him closer.
Before   he noticed, he bent backwards and felt the wood under him creak,  
resulting in him losing his balance. It felt like time was slowed down,   his
breath died in the motion and his head swung around, watching the   angel's hand
reaching out for him.
Dean tried to reach out for   Castiel's hand to prevent him from falling,
feeling the touch of the   angel's fingers against his own for a brief second,
only to part right   away again.
He fell, his back burst through the surface and dark water surrounded him.
He could feel strong arms grabbing and holding onto him in a tight embrace,
dragging him down.
Dragging him away from those desperate blue eyes…
Jerking   into an upright position, Dean woke up and felt the rod in his hands  
vibrating softly. The Winchester held onto it while he turned his head   around.
There was no Castiel behind him.
As he noticed, it   had been a dream after all he let his eyes wander to the
left, only to   recognize a very well known brown fabric fluttering in an
upcoming   breeze.
Sinking deep into his chair, Dean tried to ignore the fact that Castiel was
there, again, and focused on his scaly prey.
That was just a dream but this is real this time, right, he thought while he
kept reeling in the fish.
"Yes, Dean. It is."
"Cas,   get out of my head! I told you I don't want you reading my thoughts  
over and over!" he barked, facing the angel to his left with a not   amused
stare.
Castiel did not even look at him this time and faced   the open water in front
of them, but Dean could see him fighting   against any emotion that wanted to
show.
"Maybe if you keep reading my thoughts I can answer you in my head instead of
wasting breath, eh?"
Trying   to brighten the situation up again and regretting his harsh voice  
immediately, he set on a cheerful smile, hoping the angel would face him   but
Castiel was still staring straight over the lake, clenching his   fists.
Deans furrowed his brow. He did not understand that angel lately. Not at all!
The hunter sighed.
Ok, Winchester. You blew it, again, he thought. Dean cleared his throat.
"Okay, let's start again, from the beginning." he said quietly.
"In   my dream, you just wanted to warn me and I thought you wanted to...  
whatever. I'm sorry Cas." the Winchester continued, shaking his head   about his
own stupid thoughts.
The angel still did not look at   him, which was actually very strange, since
Castiel always looked at him   in that certain way of his. He replied though.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Dean."
What is that now? Dean stared at Castiel the way as he usually did at him.
"Okay...   right. Never mind. Just a dream." Maybe he was just imagining it that
  the angel was there. Castiel finally turned his head to look at him.
"Are   you saying that you were dreaming about me, saving you?" he asked. His  
voice lightly amused. Very lightly amused! Dean forced a smile.
"Nah, I didn't say that!" he said, clearing his throat.
Castiel   turned his attention back to the waters. Not bothering with Dean's  
behavior anymore. The hunter in turn, moved to his side, so he could see   the
waters as well.
"What are you looking at, Cas? You see something I don't see?"
He was way too curious not to ask the angel about his strange acting. Castiel
did not answer. Dean waited.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
He finally sighed.
"Castiel... I can't read minds." he said, waiting for the angel to reply to his
damn question, which was...?
"You   should stay away from the water. It is dangerous. You could drown."  
Unbelievable, the angel spoke! Dean moved his head in an astonished way.
"Yeah,   I know but I can swim. As long as you can swim properly, you don't  
drown immediately." Castiel turned his head, facing the hunter.
"It's   dangerous." he said patient. Okay, that was the right moment to be  
suspicious. Dean tilted his head, there was something! His spider-senses   were
tingling.
"Cas, can you swim?" And he was right. In the very   moment, Dean had asked
Castiel he could see it, feel it. The angel was   uncomfortable with that
question.
"Caaaaaaas..." he sighed sweet hearted.
It can't be like that, can it, Dean thought smiling.
"No."   was the plain answer. The hunter's mouth fell open. Closing his mouth,  
he tried to say something but nothing left his throat.
Dean would   have started to laugh if it was not the angel saying such a thing
to him   but now, that he did it was just... miserable.
He can't be serious, right? He's just kidding. But when is Cas kidding? Dean
tried to explain it to himself but failed completely. He sighed.
Sam was pissed, since when did all museums and libraries close on a Wednesday?
He was lucky enough to at least get them some food and drinks for later.
Since they wanted to camp for real, he even borrowed tents for him and his
brother, so they would not have to sleep in the car.
As he made his way to the Impala, he perked up his ears. Two women behind him
were gabbling fast and full of sensation.
"Yeah I heard it too! Awful! Just awful! Poor Laura, all alone with the kids!"
One of them said in a high pretending voice.
"Mai said they haven't found him yet... I bet it was a shark attack!"
"There're no sharks in Tims Ford!"
"I heard about freshwater sharks ya know?"
"Oh really?"
Sam moved on ignoring the rest of the conversation.
Grinning   a little he placed the purchases next to him. Not today, this was not
  the time to worry about anything supernatural. Wondering if his brother   had
any luck with fishing, he drove the car back towards the lake.
As   the shore came into view where he left Dean, he noticed that his   brother
was not alone anymore. Dean was waving his hand around and was   obviously
explaining something to Castiel in a very suggestive way,   still holding the
rod in his other hand.
He approached them wondering if they finally managed to talk things out.
"You can't swim? Hell, can you at least walk on water?"
Dean could not believe it. Still, it made somewhat sense, since when did the
heaven contain a pool but still it was ridiculous.
"He's   not Jesus, Dean." his younger brother interfered, earning another of  
his brother's death glares. Turning his gaze towards the approaching  
Winchester, Castiel put on his serious face.
"Jesus couldn't walk on water, he actually..." The older Winchester did not
allow the angel to continue his sentence.
"I   got ya. So stay away from the damn lake. Nobody wants you soaking wet   and
screaming." When Castiel tilted his head to the side, with a   displeased
expression on him, Dean sighed. "It's for your own good.   Neither of us wants
you to drown, get me?"
The Winchester did not want to make it sound like another order.
Hell,   why did the angel always make him regret each and every sentence? Dean  
sighed. The angel still stared at the water in front of them.
Noticing   the upcoming pull on his rod, he focused for a few seconds to reel in
  whatever has been stupid enough to fall for his grub.
In the   meantime, Sam dropped the stuff he had bought in a savory store,
looking   at his brother and the angel alternately. He raised his eye brows.
"Somethin' interestin' you got there?" he asked and received a prompt reply.
"Just water, Sammy." Dean was waving his hand in the way saying 'none of your
business, now, get done over there'. Sam growled and rolled his eyes.
"You   know Sammy..." Dean started again, still trying to find what the angel  
was looking at and finally managed to pull the fish out of the water.
Grinning   at the good size and fight that little thing had brought up. He went
to   his knees and got a hold on the slippery and struggling fish.
"When we're done here, we can go swimmin'. What'cha think?" Pause.
"What about you 'n fishing?" Dean grabbed the largemouth bass he caught and held
it high that his brother could see it.
"Already   done, Sammy." he said, forced himself to turn away and walked over to
  his baby brother. He put down the bass and started to help his Sam   building
a nice little fireplace.
"Cas, we need some more short   wooden branches. Maybe you could pick some up
for our camping fire?" The   younger hunter asked smiling.
Subject of his question finally turned around, looking at the Winchester
brothers.
The angel was very good in hiding emotions but he could not hide his curiosity.
"You   want to burn this place?" he asked, tilting his head to one side. Both,  
Dean and Sam started laughing, what made the angel even more confused.
"No,   Cas, we don't wanna burn this place. We just wanna have our own little  
barbecue over a nice little and controlled campfire." Dean explained and  
watched the angel turning towards the nearby trees and starting to   search for
branches.
He shook his head. This angel is really different.   Smiling, he went back to
his car to see if his brother had brought   anything else with him. What he saw
on the backseat made him wonder.   "Sammy... did you buy tents?" He could hear
his brother's voice from   outside the car, coming closer.
"No, just borrowed them in a   store. Gonna give them back tomorrow." he said,
now standing beside   Dean. The older Winchester looked at the two bagged tents
and reached   for them.
"Just two, eh?" he said eyeing his brother.
"I'm   not psychic, Dean! How should I know Castiel would come too? Besides,  
these are big enough for at least two people." He said, grinning a   little and
turning his head towards the kneeling angel further afar from   them, who was
still picking up wood.
"Funny, Sammy." Dean replied glaring at the younger hunter before his gaze
turned towards the busy angel.
Hopefully he doesn't think that's another order,   he thought, turning his
attention to the tents in his hand, throwing   one of them towards his brother's
stomach, followed by the other one.   "You'll start putting up the tents and I'm
preparing the hot stuff!" he   said smiling, as his brother could not get a hold
on both bags and let   one of them fall to the ground.
"Fine! Just don't get yourself too hot!" his younger brother replied snickering.
Picking up the bags again, Sam made his way towards a nice shallow space between
the fire and the wood.
Not too close to the water but close enough to have it in sight.
Removing   rocks and little branches, he prepared the chosen place, noticing  
Castiel passing by, his arm filled with firewood and walking over to his  
brother.
"Are these enough for your intentions, Dean?" The angel   asked suspiciously and
watched the other man sitting on his knees, who   decided to create the fire
close by the shore, so they could easily turn   it off if needed.
Dean looked up and smiled as he noticed the amount of wood Castiel carried with
him.
"I'd say with that, we could probably burn the place." Regretting his joke right
away when the angel made a face, he continued.
"No   Cas, we won't. Get that stuff down here." Waving his hand towards the  
ground and next to the circle of sand in which he made a hole.
Staying   on his knees, the hunter started to search for the perfect branches to
  create the template for the campfire, surrounding the smaller branches   with
bigger ones.
The angel stood right next to him, calm and watching every move the other made.
"Instead   of doing nothing but staring, you could actually help me down here,  
Cas." Dean looked up, inviting the angel to get down next to him.
Castiel   waited a few seconds before he finally decided to kneel down as he was
  told. Since the circle of wood seemed finished to him, he did not know   what
he should probably help with.
Dean removed a few branches and placed some of the thinner ones inside, together
with a few hands of dry meadow.
"What   is it you want me to do?" Castiel asked while he watched the hunter  
reaching out for his pocket and retrieving his lighter.
"Blow." he   simply said while he tried his lighter a few times before it
finally   sparked a flame. Moving forward about to get the fire started, the
flame   was blown out. A perplexed expression on his face, he turned towards  
the one who had just blown. The corners of his mouth jerked up a little,  
twitched and he started to burst out laughing. Bending over and doubled   up
with laughter. He could not stop it until his sides screamed and his   cheeks
started to hurt.
Trying to calm himself down again, Dean sat up again, patting the shoulder of
the seriously confused and worried looking angel.
"Cas...   Cas. One day you might kill me." he said, still laughing and whipping 
 away a few tears of joy from his eyes. He bent down again, setting the   dry
material on fire.
Placing a few bigger branches on top and blowing gently so the sparks could jump
onto the newly added wood.
Right   when Dean removed his hand from the angels shoulder, Castiel's eyes  
laid on that spot for a few seconds, before he turned his gaze towards   the
burning wood.
Then, he met the eyes of the Winchester who still smiled about the rather
hilarious misunderstanding.
Castiel   tilted his head the way he always did, when he did not understand the 
 situation. Dean's smile grew wider at that sight and he shook his head.
"Cas..."   The hunter started but shut his mouth because he actually did not
know   what to say about that. A voice rose from behind.
"When you're   done sweet talkin', you could help me with this!" Sam said,
fighting   with the tent. Dean turned his head to his baby brother but kept  
smiling.
"No way, Sammy. You gonna do that all by yourself. I'm gonna get cooled." He
wiggled his eye brows and stuck out his tongue.
"Dean..." his brother said indignant, but the older Winchester simply overheard
him.
He   could feel Castiel's and Sam's eyes on his back, when he started taking  
off his clothes, only leaving on his boxers, while walking towards the   lake
and jumped-run into the water with a huge splash.
When he was   far enough Dean dove under water and enjoyed the sudden lack of  
gravity. Alarmed, the angel rose to his feet, first looking at the place   where
the water had swallowed the hunter, then to this very hunters   brother and
back.
"Don't worry about him, Cas. He can swim." was   all Sam said, before commencing
the fight with the second tent, hurrying   up to follow his brother.
Why was the damn instruction in French? Only god would know but possibly even he
had no explanation for this circumstance.
Castiel kept staring, even when Dean broke through the barrier separating water
and air. He was waving his hand above his head.
"C'mon   Sammy, it's awesome. Uh yeah, that's good!" Dean shivered and felt a  
tingle moving up his spine caused by the pleasurable feeling of the cold  
liquid around his whole body. It had been a while since they just   jumped into
a river for fun and not to stay alive.
Moving his   hands through his wet hair, the Winchester began to swim a few
lines.   Castiel opened his mouth but was cut off by Sam who yelled in  
excitement.
With a "Done!" he secured the last cord of the tent and ran towards the shore.
He   passed the clearly confused angel, got out of his clothes and ran   towards
the jetty. Like a cannonball and a loud scream he joined the   older brother in
the water.
Castiel stayed put, not sure what to   do now. He did not like the idea of
having the brothers in the water.   Something told him it was wrong.
Castiel caught himself feeling.   Embarrassed, he dropped his head, looking at
the sandy ground, almost   hoping the earth could swallow his shame.
Both Winchesters did not   notice the fight the angel fought in his head. They
were pretty much   busy with splashing and pulling the other one under water,
playfully   drowning each other. Dean and Sam made a little swimming competition
  just to figure out, that the other one was cheating.
They completely forgot about Castiel, who was standing still, not daring to make
a move, not daring to speak.
Just waiting.
Just watching.
Every time Dean disappeared out of his sight the angel stopped breathing until
he surfaced again.
How   long would these humans take to grow tired of that element? While Sam  
was swimming laps, Dean's stomach started to growl and he remembered the   not
yet touched fish on the shore.
"Hey, Sammy. I'm getting   somethin' to eat. I'm starvin'. Shall I get the fish
ready?" he shouted   at his brother who was already somewhere in the middle of
the lake.
He   could hear his brother's voice shouting back but whatever he had said,   he
would not have bothered with it. Dean turned his gaze back to their   camping
place where the angel was still standing where he had left him,   close by the
fire.
Dean furrowed his brow.
Seriously, he thought, looking at the angel who was meeting his eyes with a
slightly concerned look.
Until   now, Dean had successfully suppressed the memory of his dream from  
earlier but now, under the angels strong gaze he could not stop thinking   about
it. Cursing, Dean inhaled the air and dove, this time, without   surfacing the
next moment.
Swimming towards the bank, he remained   under water for as long as he was able
to. His eyes closed, he tried to   think about something else but the angel.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck, Winchester! He is not the center of your world,
goddammit,   Dean thought before he could feel a piece of wood smashing against
his   left hand and he practically jumped out of the water, almost suffering  
from a heart attack at the sight above of him.
Castiel was now kneeling on the landing stage, looking seriously concerned.
"Jesus Christ."
Dean's   breath was fast, staring directly into the bright blue eyes. It took  
Castiel all his strength to control himself and not to do something   completely
ridiculous.
"Dean..." The angel started but the subject of his attention cut him off.
"Cas..."
There it was again, just another awkward moment he did not need. The hunter shut
his mouth and got out of the water.
Now, that he was standing beside the angel, dripping wet and shaking his head a
little, he caught his thought again and said.
"Cas, just stay away from the water. If you can't swim, I don't want you to get
near it..."
In   the same moment he finished his sentence, Dean had the most brilliant  
idea. A smile started growing in his face, when he looked at the angel.
With the index finger, he pointed at Castiel.
"You take that thing off and I'm gonna show you somethin' nice." the hunter said
and went back to his car.
"But, Dean." Castiel's gaze followed the human as he walked along, doing as he
ordered him to do.
Dean was waving his hand, implying the angel to follow him.
Still   not understanding what was going on, Castiel walked over, the tan  
trench coat neatly folded over his arm. Dean withdrew the trench coat   and laid
it onto the back seat of his Impala.
"Dean, what are you intending to do?" Castiel asked, not able to hide his
curiosity. The Winchester smiled.
"I'm gonna show ya how to swim! I can't leave you without knowing how to do so."
he said, very proud of himself.
"But I don't have to swim." was the only reply of the angel.
"I'm   not gonna discuss this with you! You're staying with us here, so you're  
gonna have some fun and this involves swimming of some kind!" Castiel   did not
reply on that. He simply followed the eldest Winchester to a   place a little
away from the fire where they apparently had enough space   to practice
swimming.
"Very well, let's get started, shall we?" Dean said the arms akimbo.
Sam   finally had made it to the other side of the lake. He did not know how  
he made it at all but he said to himself, it was thanks to his   constitution.
Now, he was on his way back and almost drowned due to surprise and laughter.
He kept swimming but did not turn his eyes from the two all grown men who
obviously were practicing swimming.
The   thought of it was already funny but making things worse was the fact  
that his older brother, only dressed with his shorts, was showing an   angel in
a suit how to swim. He increased his speed and arrived at the   landing stage.
When he got out of the water he joined his brother and   Castiel.
"... but don't forget to move your legs as well.   Otherwise you're just
paddling like a dog. That's not helpful." The   angel nodded, concentrating on
every move the eldest Winchester did.
"So, how's it going?" Sam asked stopping beside the angel and smiling at his
older brother. Dean showed him a thumb up.
"Mission   accomplished. Angel knows how to survive in water. That means I can
get   something to eat now. I'm still starvin'." Castiel had stopped trying   to
imitate the movements the Winchester had shown him and was now paying  
attention to the brothers in front of him. Sam laughed.
"That's good news, dude. You deserve your fish now." he said joking, turning to
the angel.
"What   about you, Cas, you gonna stay with us the whole day? Would be fun,  
don't ya think?" Castiel lowered his eyes. The ground was suddenly quite  
interesting.
"If this is what you wish."
"Sure. Being always lonely is not good for the personality." Dean agreed,
feeling a bit lightheaded now and was still grinning.
Finally   he could teach the angel something worthy besides other human  
activities. He swung around and waved to them, making his way to the   fire.
He picking up the stuff Sam had bought from the shop only to   notice the huge
amount of veggies. Dean made a face, wishing he would   have at least bought
some beef but his mood brightened when he noticed   the good amount of beer in
the box.
As Dean made his way back to the campfire, Sam finally saw his chance to get
answers to his questions.
He knew the angel was always telling the truth, at least as long as they had
started to refer to each other as 'friends'.
The tall Winchester smiled at Castiel, who was obviously still busy, following
the walk of his brother with his eyes.
"Cas? Can I ask you something?" Waiting for an answer or at least any kind of
reaction, Sam started to wonder.
"Has   Dean... done anything special lately or why is this intense  
staring-thing between both of you increasing lately?" Castiel tilted his   head
a little, as he watched Dean placing the camping chair next to the   fire and
preparing the barbecue, whatever that was supposed to mean.
"Castiel, hello? Anyone home?" Sam raised his brows in the air and started to
snap in front of the angels face.
Finally   the spoken to turned his gaze toward the younger Winchester and opened
  his mouth, obviously thinking about what to answer.
"I'm aware of your question, Sam. Nothing changed in your brother's behavior.
Nothing!"
Castiel   tried to not look up but turned his head slightly, facing the  
Winchester anyways. Sam's head jerked back a little as he noticed the  
expression on the angels face and turned his gaze towards his brother.
How   could Dean keep on staring at the angel like that? It was not bearable  
at all. That kind of expression was new to Sam, though.
He never   noticed that kind of emotion on the angels face, it nearly seemed,
the   angel did not notice himself either. He tried to figure out what to call  
it but the only thing he came up with would have been called obsession.
"So   everything is fine between you two? I can't really believe that." Sam  
said trying to focus back on the angel and even managed a little,   disbelieving
smile.
"Do as you wish." was all he got from the   angel. It seemed the topic was over.
The hunter exhaled and thought   about anything else they could talk about. He
was not good in small talk   especially with the angel. That was Dean's job.
"Hey, Sammy.   Where's the salt?" Dean interrupted his brothers hard thinking
noisily.   The younger Winchester turned away from the angel, looking at his  
brother, his face telling 'in the bag, you idiot' and sighing.
"Got   it!" Dean yelled and waved the box in his hand. The fire got larger  
already and emitted sparks everywhere. The hunter twitched as a few of   those
hot sparks hit his bare legs and he looked for his trousers. He   found them
close by and started to shake them, trying to get the sand   off of them.
Sam turned back to Castiel.
"Let's help Dean,   before he dies of stupidity." he said and walked over to his
wonderful   big brother he, honestly, could just kill sometimes.
Castiel   followed, hesitant, watching Sam start to lecture his older brother  
about how to prepare a proper camping fire meal and about the usage of   salt in
the first place. Apparently, Dean was using too much of it, the   angel could
tell.
He stopped a few steps before the brothers,   watching them fight for the salt.
When they started rolling over the   grass Castiel tilted his head. He did not
know why the hunters did that   but he guessed it was a domination fight of some
kind.
Shortly   after they started fighting, Sam emerged as the winner, holding the
salt   box above his head, grinning. Both laughing, they focused on their  
barbecue again; putting the veggies and the fish for roasting.
Castiel   did not move nor did he make a sound until the older Winchester turned
  his attention to him. Cheerful and with a huge smile on his lips he said  
"C'mon, don't just stand there like a lost dog. Join us down here."   Dean
patted on the free place by his side.
Like the very lost dog Dean had spoken of, the angel moved to the hunter's side
and knelt down.
Dean raised a brow when he watched the angel move elegantly and... Dean stopped.
Winchester, hello? You in there? Elegant, what the hell...? 
Immediately, he turned his gaze back to the fire.
Feeling   his eyes burn slightly, he laid his head back and stared at the sky  
instead, realizing, the sun had started to leave them for the rest of   the day.
The first stars and the far away moon were visible   already and the amount of
clouds had grown, since he last wasted a look   upwards.
Time's passing by way too fast, he thought. The fun always seemed way too short
compared to the daily jobs they had to do.
"Dean!   The fish!" Sam reminded him and brought him back from his thoughts. The
  smell of the nearly done fish made its way into his nose, his brain and   into
his mouth.
Dean's stomach growled loudly and he grinned in gleeful anticipation to taste
that beast of a fish.
He   stood up from his chair and turned the fish a few more times. The skin  
already was crippling and burned black at the edges, he decided it was   done.
Since his brother and Castiel sat on the ground, he decided   to join their
level, since his pants were already full of sand anyways.
Sam   walked over to the box and opened it, only to retrieve three bottles of  
cold beer. Since Dean was busy dissecting the fish, he opened them and   even
pressed the third one into Castiel's hand even though he refused to   taste
alcohol again.
Sitting down again the younger Winchester waited for his brother to finish.
Finally the hunger started to take him over too.
Just a few moments and grilled veggies and fish later, a sound arose from the
brushwood next to the water and the landing stage.
Castiel   was the first one who had his eyes looking at the place where the
sound   had come from. He furrowed his brows slightly. Sam noticed the angels  
gaze and followed it with his own eyes.
"What's there, Cas?" he   asked but his question answered itself as soon as he
had spoken. There   was a horse standing close to the waters, facing the three
men. Sam's   eye brows moved upwards in surprise. Dean tilted his head. Castiel 
 stared at the horse, trying to kill it with his glare.
"What's a horse doin' here?" Sam asked who rose to his feet as well as the
others.
"Dunno,   perhaps it got lost or somethin'." Dean moved forward, curious about  
the animal. "Looks strange for a horse, don't ya think so, Sammy? I   mean, look
at its color? Does a horse ever look kind of green-ish to   you?" he said,
moving closer step by step.
Sam shrugged.
"No.   Never seen anything like it before." was the reply. Dean was fascinated  
by the appearance of the animal and walked even closer, reaching out   with one
hand. The horse made a few steps towards the hunter, no sign of   aggression at
all and bowed his head down a bit.
"You can't." Castiel's voice rose from behind, still calm but also attentive.
"Don't   touch it, Dean. You won't be able to let go of it anymore, if you do  
so." the angel continued, moving a few steps forward, drawing his angel   blade.
Dean in turn, simply looked at Castiel. One hand extended signaling 'don't do
anything stupid, it's just a horse'.
"Cas... Cas, you can't be seriously intending to kill this little horse, right?"
he said, smiling concerned.
"As I said, it is indeed not a horse, Dean. Not that kind you know, at least."
Castiel explained but did not move any further.
"Than, what is it?" Sam interfered.
"It   is an Each Uisge, a water spirit. Those spirits hunt for humans,  
especially children and men. When a human touches their skin they will   stick
to it so it can drown them in the water. You better stay away from   it, Dean. I
will kill it!" Determined to fulfill his duty, the angel   prepared himself for
the fight.
The horse neighed and moved   forward, attacking the eldest Winchester without a
warning. Sam could   hear his brother yelling but it was too late. The Each
Uisge had lowered   its head and lifted Dean up onto his back.
Dean was fast, yes,   but this water spirit was faster and Castiel was still too
far away to   help him. The result was that he, Dean Winchester, was sitting on
the   back of a very adhesive water spirit, having his chance for a little  
rodeo on his own.
Sadly he could not even grab onto the mane of   the beast, since he was sitting
the wrong way round, facing the wet   dripping tail of the creature. The Each
Uisge kicked out its legs   jumping, giving Dean the ride of his life.
He kept trying to get   lose and free from the skin but it was useless. Sam and
Castiel tried to   circle the beast but since the younger did not even had a
weapon with   him he could not do much than holding up his arms.
"Fuck this   ride! I wanna quit right now!" Dean cursed and tried once more to
remove   himself from the sticky texture but it was no use. The wild creature  
suddenly turned around, kicked and hit the bull's eye, Sam's forehead.
The   young Winchester was knocked down and the horse made its way to the  
water, with his meal on his back. Castiel tried to catch up to it but it   was
way too fast and before he even reached the shore, the Each Uisge   dived under
the surface.
Dean had not much time to prepare himself but he dragged as much air in as he
could before his head was buried under water.
The   creature's legs seemed to transform and fins spread out from its sides,  
making it swim even faster and dragging the prey with him.
Don't panic, just don't panic, the worst you could do now is panic, Dean thought
eyes wide.
He   moved his hands down and tried to rip on the damn black tail of the   beast
but the Each Uisge did not seem to react at all. Looking around   frantically,
Dean searched for something, for anything, he could help   himself with.
Since most of his stuff was left on the land, he   tried to find anything in his
pockets but his search was unfertile.   Feeling the first reflex to gasp, Dean
tried to fight it down. He knew   he could not hold his breath forever but as
long as he was capable to do   so, he might have a chance.
As his fingers searched his trousers   for anything to save him, he touched his
belt, finally his brain started   working and he started tugging on it.
C'mon, open, he   cursed in his head and tried to loosen it but right when he
thought it   would work, the Each Uisge turned left and right violently, making
it   impossible for him to get his hands in the right position.
It   would not work. When it dawned on him, he felt the strength to fight  
weaken. The lack of air clouded his thoughts. He could not breathe.   Everything
in him screamed for oxygen but he could not open his mouth or   he would welcome
death right here.
Trying to fight against the   need to gasp for air, Dean could feel his heart
beating in his ears and   it reminded him of being alive.
As long as he could listen to that   beat he knew he was not dead yet. His head
started to spin and the dark   water around him added with the deepness this
creature was dragging him   to, began to invade his brain and senses.
A strong ache made his   way through his body as he turned his head up, seeing
the nearly   vanished light from the surface as his mouth sucked in a flush of
water.   His lungs screamed for air but were refused to receive any.
A   shadow covered the last bit of light, his last bit of hope. His eyes  
widened as the shadow got closer and he barely noticed the hand that was  
reaching out for him. Dean managed to tell his brain to move his arm   upwards.
The remaining air escaped his lungs and left a stream of   bubbles, which
joyfully made its way to the surface. Finally he could   feel the grip on his
hand and seconds later someone pulled on his   trousers.
They won't open, Dean thought, closing his eyes   and sucking in another stream
of cold water. As he felt his conscience   fading, he could barely hear the
sound of ripping fabric and the touch   of hands around his waist.
The next thing Dean felt was the lack   of weightlessness and his back laying on
the steady ground. He rolled   over and started to cough heavily to release the
water he swallowed onto   the sandy ground. Gasping for air, making his lungs
protest and cause   him even more pain but at least, he was alive and breathing
fresh air.
The   hunter rolled back onto his back, staring upwards with an exhausted  
expression on his face. Narrowing his eyes in disbelieve as he saw the   wet
dripping man above him.
"Cas?"
The angel nodded,   obviously out of breath. Still feeling a little weak, Dean
sat up. When   he noticed the fresh air on his legs, he looked down.
"Uhm... didn't I have some jeans on?" he asked, trying to remember why they were
gone.
"I...   had to tear them to get you lose." Castiel answered, still trying to  
catch his breath again. The older Winchester turned his head to the   angel, not
sure what to think about that but then, there it was again.   His eyes widened.
"This bitch of a son of a horse. It friggin' tried to drown me!" Dean yelled.
"I told you the water is dangerous." Castiel continued patiently.
"I get your point now." Dean said, grinning faintly at the other. A loud splash
from behind interrupted their little chat.
With   his eyes open wide the hunter stared at the horse which had broken  
through the water, galloping towards them, his jeans still attached on   its
back. Castiel rose and turned around, his blade in one hand, trying   to protect
the hunter.
The head of the creature shot forward,   burrowing its teeth deep in Castiel's
shoulder, pulling the angel   backwards, away from Dean.
Without any hesitation, the beast   turned over and threw the still a bit
surprised angel into the lake,   following him right away and sinking its huge
sharp teeth back into his   flesh, dragging him under water.
Dean tried to get up as fast as   possible but he could feel his legs and
muscles still ache. He had no   time to worry about that and started to run back
into the water.
Castiel bravely parried most of the attacks but since the water was not his
element he was handicapped.
To   make things worse, when the Each Uisge bit him again, air escaped his  
lungs and he accidently inhaled the water, sensing a sharp pain he never  
thought he could ever feel. Nevertheless, he made it to turn the blade   in his
hand and pierced the horses' neck.
The creature opened its   mouth, exhaling a silent scream together with a few
bubbles. The angel   kept stabbing, he simply did not know what to do else.
The blood   already turned the cool water around them red-ish, when the beast  
finally let go of him and started to disappear into the darkness of the   lake.
Castiel remembered the moves Dean had shown him, trying to   get back to the
surface. The wounds which the water spirit inflicted on   him did not make it
easier.
He tried but it was hard for him, he started to feel dizzy.
The feeling got worse with every second.
In   the very moment Castiel thought he could not bear it any longer, Dean  
appeared in his sight diving down to him. When the last air escaped his   lungs,
Castiel held up his arm, waiting for Dean to grip it but that was   something he
did not witness anymore.
He passed out.
Sam   jerked up. Looking frantically around, searching for his brother and the  
angel but found nobody there. Grabbing his head and moaning slightly,   he tried
to get up from the ground. "Dean? Dean!" he started yelling.   Where could he
be?
He walked closer to the shore and started running as he noticed the pink-ish
color of the water that washed ashore on the sand.
Searching the surface for any sign of the missing brother, he finally noticed a
few bubbles near the landing stage.
Holding   his breath for a second before someone broke through the surface. The 
 water was practically moving aside, when Dean resurfaced, inhaling air   deep
and loud into his lungs.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, running down the landing stage.
"What   happened?" he knelt down. When the older Winchester moved out of the  
water, he realized that he held something, or better, someone, in his   arms.
"Cas..." Dean groaned, still breathing hard. On the grass,   he dropped Castiel
carefully, putting his fingers under the angel's nose   and in front of his
mouth to check for breathing. Nothing! Dean could   feel panic taking over.
He looked at his brother.
"He's not   breathin'. He's not friggin' breathin' Sammy." he said, his voice
soar.   Sam connected the points faster than his brother.
"We need to   reanimate his heart and get the water out of his lungs." he said a
  little less panicked than his brother. How could an angel drown anyways?
Kneeling down beside the angel, Sam pushed Dean a bit forward.
"You   have to give him the kiss of life. I will go for his lungs." Sam said,  
very serious and Dean would have started to laugh about it if the   situation
was not that dangerous and life threatening. However, he knew   what to do, so
he did what was necessary. Certainly, the angel would not   mind!
While Sam started the cardiac pressure massage Dean opened   Castiel's mouth and
sealed it with his lips, forcing his air into the   unconscious angel.
C'mon, breathe you stupid angel, Dean closed his eyes trying to concentrate on
his breath and Sam's steady movements on the angel.
They   kept doing it until the first twitches moved throughout Castiel's body.  
Dean released the angel's mouth and just a second later, this very   angels eyes
shot open, jerking upwards and spitting out the water, which   did not belong
into his lungs.
Dean was lucky not to get any   water into his face when it bursted out of the
angel but he was not   lucky enough to avoid the angels hand that slapped him
unintended.
Sam's eye brows moved upwards, moving a little backwards, just in case.
"Ouch!"
Dean   stared down at the angel, rubbing his cheek, which turned bright red in  
a few seconds. "What the hell you think you're doin'? I'm not that  
horse-thing!"
"Each Uisge." Sam corrected him, gaining a 'shut-up, Sam' glare from his
brother.
The angels cough drew the attention of them back towards him.
"Where is it?" Castiel looked around for the creature and tried to remember what
just had happened.
"I   guess you killed it down there or at least harmed it so it let go of   ya."
Dean was still caressing his cheek, which started to burn like   hell. The angel
had a pretty strong forehand for someone who had nearly   drowned. Castiel tried
to stand up but he was not able to keep his   balance so he fell on his knees.
When Sam offered him a hand, he refused and tried again, alone. Still shaky on
his feet Castiel was able to stand.
He stared at the water and Dean could swear the angel tried to vaporize every
molecule in this lake.
"Hey,   let's get to the fire. You have to get out of your clothes, unless you  
wanna catch a cold." the Winchester said and rubbed his biceps. The sun   was
already descending and with it the warmth. At the fire they had   offered
Castiel something to eat but he had refused, still fighting with   his clothes,
especially the buttons.
Buttons: just another human   thing to waste precious time. He had never taken
off any of his clothes   before. The stinging wounds did not make it easier to
get the wet fabric   of either, it took some time and Dean could not help it but
to smile at   that.
They did not talk much while eating but it did not matter. The silence was not
unpleasant.
With the time passing by the sun and its last rays had disappeared completely
and surrendered to the dark night.
After   some time, the bloody bite marks of the creature vanished from  
Castiel's body and healed completely. Sam had gone sleeping when his   head
started to hurt again from the Each Uisge's perfectly landed kick.
Now,   Dean and Castiel were both lying on their backs, watching the stars.  
There was nothing to hear but the muffled clattering sounds of a few   cicadas
combined with the scream of an owl.
"Hey." Dean's voice cut through the night.
"Say, do you miss heaven, Cas?" The Winchester turned his head towards the
angel.
"What does it matter to you, Dean?" was all he heard from the angel. Dean pursed
his lips.
"It is your home, isn't it?" the hunter started, waiting for a respond. When the
awaited reply failed to appear Dean continued.
"I   never had a home. Our Dad always moved a lot with us. But then, when we  
met Bobby we finally had a home of some kind. I dunno, it's probably   not the
same but sometimes I think I'm missin' it a little. It's   something you can
always come back to, people you can come back to and   you know it's always
there." Dean shrugged.
There was nothing else to say.
Castiel   sat up and turned his gaze towards the lake, staring at it for a
while.   The hunter tried to follow the angel's eyes but could not see anything 
 but the lake. All he noticed was the 'sad' expression on Castiel's features.
"What is it? I don't think the Each ugly-whatever will come back."
"That's   not it, Dean." Disliking the idea of him changing the topic about  
missing heaven, Dean groaned. He noticed that the angel was staring at   him,
apparently waiting for him to stop thinking and paying attention.
"It is not the water spirit." the angel started.
"I... have lost my blade. I have to have it back, Dean."
"You serious?" Dean asked in disbelieve. How important could that thing be?
"It's   the only weapon, which is capable to harm my brothers and sisters. It  
is indeed very important but... I can't get it back." Dropping his head   in
realization he was now deprived of another thing that made him an   angel of the
Lord.
It seemed like he would lose piece by piece of his own angel being each day.
"Alright!   If that's the case." Sighing heavily, the hunter jumped to his feet,
  leaving a confused looking angel sitting on the ground.
Dean walked away and towards the already sleeping brother and his own tent.
Castiel turned his head and watched him leave, unsure what to do.
He   probably should just leave but it felt awkward without any proper   clothes
on him. Lowering his head a bit at the thought that he really   felt something
like shame, imagining walking around like this somewhere   else.
He would stay here then, waiting for the brothers to wake up   again. Castiel
suddenly turned around when he heard fast paces   approaching him, passing him
by and running towards the shore.
"Dean!" was all the angel could yell before he saw the man jump into the water.
An expression of pure horror on his face, Castiel got up on his feet.
Dean broke through the surface gasping for air.
A   small light shining in his hand! He had brought a little flashlight   from
his trunk, since the moon was constantly hiding behind some clouds,   making it
impossible to see a damn thing on the deep ground of the   lake.
Dean inhaled as much air as possible and disappeared beneath   the water's
surface once more. He dove down, deep to the ground, moving   the flashlight
that he could see something.
There was quite a lot   of stuff he could see but not what he was searching for
in the first   place. Dean furrowed his brow when he found an iPhone.
Who the hell would throw that away, he wondered, noticing, he needed air.
So   he swam back. Castiel did not like the idea of Dean diving again but he  
did not say anything. Slowly, he moved to the end of the landing stage  
following the light of the flashlight with his eyes.
Kneeling down he gripped the wooden plates tight which had to give in upon the
force the angel used. And there he was again.
The hunter broke through the water, gasping. When he noticed Castiel kneeling
and watch him, he just smiled.
"Gimme just a minute. I'm gonna find it!" he said, determined to get that blade
back for his angel.
Back under water, he kept searching when he almost lost all the air in his
lungs.
Holy shit.
The dead body of the Each Uisge was lying on the ground staring at him with its
freaky eyes. Dean had to resurface again.
He   better got some air. This time, Dean just took another deep breath   before
diving again to the place where he had found the water spirits   body, assuming,
the blade would be there too. And he was right.
Next to the dead body the Winchester found the silver glowing blade.
Even   in the darkest depths of a lake this angel blade seemed to have a life  
on its own. Its weak shimmer was a little strange but there was no time   to
bother with it.
Dean did not want to stay down here forever, so he grabbed the blade and moved
back to the surface.
Resurfacing next to the landing stage he held out Castiel's blade. Surprised,
the angel took it, murmuring a 'thank you, Dean' before moving aside to let the
Winchester get out of the now cold water.
"Wohoo,   that's cold." he said, rubbing his arms a little to get warm again.  
Dean looked at the angel, who seemed glad to have this blade back.
At least,   Dean thought. Castiel's expression showed some relief, but he was
not   sure about it though. When a cold breeze caught the eldest Winchester he  
shivered.
"Okay, bed time." he said, hurrying to the tent. When he became aware that the
angel was not following him, he turned around.
"Hey,   what are ya waitin' for, c'mon. You certainly won't sleep out here. Put 
 that thing to your clothes and then, let's get warmed up." he said,   moving on
the very point he was standing, waiting for the angel to   follow him into the
tent.
He did not want to stay outside until   Castiel finally stopped thinking and
just did what he was told. "Dean, I   don't think... maybe I should just stay
here, outside and wait for my   clothes to dry." the angel said, waiting a few
feet away and not daring   to walk any closer. The Winchester kind of knew that
the angel would   refuse but it was only natural, since the last time he said he
could   stay with him, he got angry the next day. Castiel obviously had a point 
 there.
"Okay, listen. This time I promise, I won't be angry in the   morning. I won't
shout... okay maybe I will but just remind me or   forgive me. Just get in
already!" Leaving the entrance of the tent open   for Castiel, Dean made his
short way to the right side of the tent,   unfolding a few blankets and some
sort of flat pillows, throwing a few   of them to the left.
As he noticed the angel at the entrance, he smiled.
"Don't   forget to close the fly screen Cas, I don't like being the dinner for  
those bloodsuckers." Turning towards the opening of the tent again, the   angel
searched for any kind of mechanism to close it.
Finally he found something like a zipper and with a few tries he managed to
close the tent.
Dean   had already made himself comfortable and was lying down on his back,  
crossing his arms behind his head, observing the angel who looked a   little
lost before Castiel somehow crawl-walked to the free space on the   left.
Immediately turning his back towards the Winchester and   forcing the thin
blanket over his nearly naked body. The hunter shook   his head at this behavior
and snuggled himself under the cover.
Dean   felt so damn tired, but somehow it felt good to be at least tired and  
exhausted from a day of fun. Alright, he nearly drowned and the angel   actually
did drown but they were all alive in the end so it had been a   good day still.
At least the damn tent has a bigger size than the bed in the motel, he kept
thinking, while he found himself staring at the other figure under the thin
cover. Something caught his attention.
What the hell was that now?
The   angel seemed to slightly quiver under the blanket but he could not feel  
cold or anything, it was midsummer, it was warm, they did not even need   a
blanket. It was just there because it was usual for him to use one.
Again,   there it was, that motion, if Dean had not stared at him permanently,  
he might have not noticed it but it was there, that soft vibration.   Somewhere
deep inside him, he felt sorry for Castiel, who had saved his   life once more
and nearly died in the damn process.
"Cas, everything alright?" he asked, nearly cursing himself for such a stupid
question.
"I'm   sorry Dean. I try to stop it but this body won't listen to me."  
answered the low, hushed voice under the blanket. The angel moved and   sat up
on his elbow.
"I should go. You can't rest like this." He   continued, trying to get up, but a
new wave of tremors run through his   muscles and brought him down again.
"No way! You stay right here. Right where you are. Don't give me that 'I shall
leave'   shit again." Dean's voice grew louder and even though he felt, like he 
 would fall asleep the second he closed his eyes, he sat up and moved   towards
the angel.
"Some people are trying to sleep here!" Sam's sleepy, irritated voice was
hearable from the other tent.
"Just shut up and sleep, bitch!" Dean responded and the only thing he received
from his brother was a soft snore.
Dean   turned his attention back to his own problems. Castiel was still  
shaking like there was no tomorrow. He could not bear the sight anymore.
"Cas,   get your ass over here!" he said with an annoyed growl. The angel  
refused to do anything so he cleared his throat and tried it again.
"Castiel, come 'ere." he repeated himself but tried to lower his voice and
remove the way too forceful sound in it.
It   worked. Castiel slowly turned around and managed to crawl over and   closer
to the hunter. When he thought it was close enough he laid down   again, turning
his back to the staring Winchester.
Dean tried to stay calm.
He   got himself up and closed the still pretty huge space between them,  
laying down close behind the angel and throwing the blanket over both of   them.
Fighting his insides and his brain, he moved one arm around the   trembling
thing in front of him, waiting for the shaking mess to relax.
A   few seconds later, the vibrating angel seemed to freeze in his motion.  
Even his breath did not seem shaky anymore and Dean sighed released.
"And now, sleep."
"I don't sleep Dean." Castiel immediately replied, gaining another annoyed
growl.
"Just   pretend to and stay quiet. Okay?" he mumbled and closed his eyes with  
mixed feelings. He could not believe he was doing this but it did not   feel as
bad as he thought it would. Only something in his head screamed   at him he
should not be doing this but as always, he ignored the voice.
Dean   did not know when exactly he fell asleep, he only knew that he listened  
to some kind of rhythm, a heartbeat, and he was certainly sure, that it   was
not his own.

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