DEW: Water Woes
WATER WOES
Written for this weeks DEW challenge. Also, there's a little Castiel and Dean interaction for theymp on the occasin of his birthday - so I made it 400 words!
Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Characters: Sam, Dean and Castiel
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Sam and Castiel watched silently as Dean swung the Impala off the road and pulled over onto the shoulder.
“Everything OK?” Sam asked.
“Yeah,” Dean replied, “there’s a nice fresh lake over there, I thought we could take a dip.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “A dip? What the hell for?”
“Because it’s stinking hot,” Dean explained. “It’s hot, and I’ve got troll blood all over me and it’s sticky and disgusting and smells like the men’s room on a Klingon warship, and now that it’s drying, it itches like murder, and my boxers are stuck up...”
“OKAY!” Yelled Sam. “I feel like that too, but … a dip? We’ve got a perfectly good shower back at the bunker.”
“Yeah, a perfectly good shower that’s over nine hours away.” Dean retorted, climbing out of the Impala and shucking off his goo-stained jacket.
“Well, Sam, if you wanna stink and itch and have your butt-cheeks stuck together for the next nine hours, have at it. But I’m going for a swim in that lake.”
Sam sighed. He was hot, he was itchy, and there was some spare, clean clothes in the trunk. And, damnit, but that lake did look inviting.
xxxxx
Dean drifted, floating gently over the lake’s crystalline water.
The lake was fresh spring water, intensely cold against his bare skin. But on this oppressively hot day, it felt refreshing and invigorating. As he relaxed, he could see Sam circling him at a languid front crawl.
It was then he noticed Castiel sitting on a rock at the side of the lake.
“Hey Cas,” Dean shouted; “you comin’ in?” He beckoned the angel toward him.
“Thank you, Dean, but no,” Castiel replied solemnly. “I will remain here and watch over you both.”
Dean sunk into a slow breast-stoke and headed toward his angelic friend. “What’s the matter? Can’t you swim?”
Castiel nodded. “I am an angel Dean. I can swim; I could walk on that water if I had to.”
Dean rolled his eyes. ”Well, walk on in then!”
“I would rather remain here,” Castiel replied cagily.
“Why?” Dean pressed.
“It is very embarrassing,” Castiel murmured.
“What is?” Dean asked; “c’mon buddy. You know we’re all friends here.”
Castiel sighed. “It is the water Dean. It makes my wings go all frizzy.”
“Ah Cas, you don’t have to worry about anything like that!”
“But…”
Dean grinned; “Sam’s got a whole load of products that can help you there!”
xxxxx
end
Written for this weeks DEW challenge. Also, there's a little Castiel and Dean interaction for theymp on the occasin of his birthday - so I made it 400 words!
Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Characters: Sam, Dean and Castiel
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Sam and Castiel watched silently as Dean swung the Impala off the road and pulled over onto the shoulder.
“Everything OK?” Sam asked.
“Yeah,” Dean replied, “there’s a nice fresh lake over there, I thought we could take a dip.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “A dip? What the hell for?”
“Because it’s stinking hot,” Dean explained. “It’s hot, and I’ve got troll blood all over me and it’s sticky and disgusting and smells like the men’s room on a Klingon warship, and now that it’s drying, it itches like murder, and my boxers are stuck up...”
“OKAY!” Yelled Sam. “I feel like that too, but … a dip? We’ve got a perfectly good shower back at the bunker.”
“Yeah, a perfectly good shower that’s over nine hours away.” Dean retorted, climbing out of the Impala and shucking off his goo-stained jacket.
“Well, Sam, if you wanna stink and itch and have your butt-cheeks stuck together for the next nine hours, have at it. But I’m going for a swim in that lake.”
Sam sighed. He was hot, he was itchy, and there was some spare, clean clothes in the trunk. And, damnit, but that lake did look inviting.
xxxxx
Dean drifted, floating gently over the lake’s crystalline water.
The lake was fresh spring water, intensely cold against his bare skin. But on this oppressively hot day, it felt refreshing and invigorating. As he relaxed, he could see Sam circling him at a languid front crawl.
It was then he noticed Castiel sitting on a rock at the side of the lake.
“Hey Cas,” Dean shouted; “you comin’ in?” He beckoned the angel toward him.
“Thank you, Dean, but no,” Castiel replied solemnly. “I will remain here and watch over you both.”
Dean sunk into a slow breast-stoke and headed toward his angelic friend. “What’s the matter? Can’t you swim?”
Castiel nodded. “I am an angel Dean. I can swim; I could walk on that water if I had to.”
Dean rolled his eyes. ”Well, walk on in then!”
“I would rather remain here,” Castiel replied cagily.
“Why?” Dean pressed.
“It is very embarrassing,” Castiel murmured.
“What is?” Dean asked; “c’mon buddy. You know we’re all friends here.”
Castiel sighed. “It is the water Dean. It makes my wings go all frizzy.”
“Ah Cas, you don’t have to worry about anything like that!”
“But…”
Dean grinned; “Sam’s got a whole load of products that can help you there!”
xxxxx
end