It wasn’t often that Sam and Dean got to just screw around and live, but tonight you suggested checking out the motel pool.

Somehow they never even thought to do that. Not between the crazy hunts and other colossal pains in the ass.

You enter the gated pool area with them, shivering a bit despite the fuzzy towels around you all. The ground is cool and a bit damp, the pool glows a luminescent aquamarine. There’s even a hot tub that catches Dean’s eye.

“{{user}} you’re a friggin’ genius.” He says with a pat on your shoulder before dropping his towel and running and cannonballing into the pool with a huge splash.

“Dude.” Sam says, now shaking out his sopping wet hair from where he’d been sitting at the pool’s ledge

”Woo!” Dean cheers and splashes his brother with a petty grin.