It was stupidly cold outside compared to how the island usually was. Sam had known worse, but that didn't make the snow pleasant, especially not when paired with the ridiculous costumes they had to wear every day. With the caves and their hot springs gone, he looked on the bathhouse as a kind of salvation. He could go home and take a bath, but standard sized Victorian tubs weren't made with those over six foot tall in mind.
He had just settled into the bath with a sigh, slouching so that the heated water closed over his shoulders, when a man burst, gasping and coughing, out of the water directly in front of him.
"Jesus!" Sam exclaimed, jumping backwards.
It took exactly two seconds for him to recognize the man. No, not man. Angel.
"Cas?!"
Without thinking, Sam moved forward to grab the man around the shoulders and pull him towards the submerged bench. "Sit down. Catch your breath. It's okay."
He had no clue when and where Castiel had just come from, but odds were good that it was incredibly bad.
Castiel gags up water as he watches Sam with wide eyes manhandle him onto a bench, as if he weighed no more than a doll. He has the strange thought that Sam is now significantly stronger than he is.
"You're okay," he gasps, weakly grabbing at his wet, bare shoulders. "Where is Dean? Why are we in a bathhouse? Did they follow me?"
Oh, okay, yeah. Definitely a bad situation. Then again, he and Dean (and Cas) always managed to find bad situations, like breathing. He wasn't surprised by the look in Castiel's eyes even if he didn't know what had caused it.
"It's hard to explain," he said, fumbling. "Dean's safe. We're fine. No one followed you. It's like... It's like an alternate dimension or something. Just catch your breath."
All the same, he did cast a wary glance over his shoulder, in case someone - or something - did follow Castiel into the pool.
"How were you pulled through?" he wonders aloud, he hadn't sensed anything other than the Leviathan with them but perhaps they had enough power. "Why did they take your clothes? Why did you leave Dean alone, we must get back."
"I do not know you," Castiel gasps out before coughing up more water. "I cannot sense you, are you one of them?" He backs up, useless legs folding under him as he tries to get away. He can't sense anything. The world has gone mute. "How did this happen?"
"What are you, then?" he demands, forced to let this man hold him up. He is as helpless as a baby and it is demeaning and inconvenient. "I am an angel of the Lord, I have friends back where I came from in danger and I need to return."
He does not know if there would be anything to return to, but he must try.
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He had just settled into the bath with a sigh, slouching so that the heated water closed over his shoulders, when a man burst, gasping and coughing, out of the water directly in front of him.
"Jesus!" Sam exclaimed, jumping backwards.
It took exactly two seconds for him to recognize the man. No, not man. Angel.
"Cas?!"
Without thinking, Sam moved forward to grab the man around the shoulders and pull him towards the submerged bench. "Sit down. Catch your breath. It's okay."
He had no clue when and where Castiel had just come from, but odds were good that it was incredibly bad.
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"You're okay," he gasps, weakly grabbing at his wet, bare shoulders. "Where is Dean? Why are we in a bathhouse? Did they follow me?"
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"It's hard to explain," he said, fumbling. "Dean's safe. We're fine. No one followed you. It's like... It's like an alternate dimension or something. Just catch your breath."
All the same, he did cast a wary glance over his shoulder, in case someone - or something - did follow Castiel into the pool.
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He does not know if there would be anything to return to, but he must try.
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