bakerstreet | [the magical, mind-altering, matchmaking hot springs]

the magical, mind-altering, matchmaking hot springs.
A SMUT MEME

Hot springs are considered rejuvenating in many cultures, from Asia to Europe. All that natural heat and the minerals from the earth flow through water and call throngs of people to come and enjoy the resorts that pop up around these wonders of the world. You, however, would never go to one. You're insecure about baring it all in public; maybe you don't even go out in public because your appearance would make the uncaring crowd lash out at you. Maybe it's just not your scene. You could not know anything about hot springs!

But you're at one now, no matter what, and you're going to be taking a skinny dip - or near it - whether you like it or not. To make matters worse, you're sharing your little pool with someone else. Hey, you don't know them! This place could not even be in your world or your time.

There's little options otherwise, though, so you might as well enjoy the time you're here. Soak and relax, let those tired muscles get a break. Soon, all your troubles, your worries, your ailments, your imperfections all begin to fade away...as do your misconceptions. You know this person, don't you? Yes, you do. Actually you know them very well. You're with them. You came with them, it seems to you, to reconnect, a lover's getaway. After all, what's more steamy than a hot springs?

So go ahead, do what you've intended to do. No one will mind if you get a little frisky in the springs if it helps out your relationship; besides, what do you think some of the extra natural minerals are for? They'll certainly help you get hot under the collar, not that you'll need that. Your (new) mutual history should be enough.

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[ Castiel's smile widens lazily and he leans back against the rocks, throwing his arms over the edges to keep himself steady. He can't help but let out a little laugh at Dean's comment. His sermons. Yes, the biggest bunch of lies he can come up with and preach about. He says it's to comfort those around him, to give them something to believe in but honestly he's not sure what good it even does anymore. ]

You could benefit from my sermons, you know. There was a time you would, dare I say it, even indulge in them. [ A pause. ] Or at least the activities surrounding them.

[That earns him a roll of the eyes as Dean lets his head fall back again. He knows Cas talks a bunch of hooey, and he knows how effective that hooey is at getting into women's pants. The guy was seriously a master at landing the ladies, almost enough to rival Dean's own skill. Almost.]

Hey, who's sayin' I don't still indulge in those activities? Just more...one on one time, less menage a twenty.

[ Castiel turns his head to look incredulously at Dean and lets out a laugh. Sex is meaningless to him anymore, never really had a meaning to begin with. He started doing it for the same reason he started drugs. It's an outlet, a way to forget. ]

Oh you indulge, sure, but its just cleaning out the pipes, as you would say. When was the last time you enjoyed yourself? Honestly lost yourself to it?

[ It's hard to discuss sex and not think of Dean in the throws of passion, panting and flushed with arousal. It's something, if he's honest with himself, he's thought of before. If Cas lets his gaze wander down Dean's chest for a moment before darting back up to his eyes, well that's his business. ]

[Dean's mouth curves down at the corners and he cracks open his eyes to peer at his friend.]

When was the last time you lost yourself to it without the influence of somethin' in your system, Cas? Hard to picture you doing it sober.

[Not that Dean is picturing Castiel doing anything of the intimate variety, of course. Even though it's not difficult, with the amount of times he's stumbled in on one of the former angel's orgies--those left little to the imagination. He doesn't miss the trailing of eyes, but it's not surprising, not with Castiel's clear swinging for any team that showed an interest.]

Bet you you can't without some indulgence first.

[ Cas closes his eyes and tries to look like he's deep in thought. In actuality it's not hard to answer Dean's question. It just makes something inside Castiel's stomach swim around uncomfortably, and it feels a little too much like guilt to him. He tries to recount how many people he's been with and can't come up with a number, can't even remember a lot of names. Cas hates that Dean can so easily make him feel shameful for his actions, even if Dean doesn't intend to. ]

Probably the first time... wait no. I was drunk for that. Hmm... there was a girl named Beth? Beverly? No, we both took something beforehand. Huh. Guess I don't remember.

[ Castiel tries to laugh it off but the sound is hollow even to his own ears. Doing it sober would make it mean something and would require him to trust someone else with the parts of himself he hates. And Cas is not entirely sure he has anything left in himself to give to another person to make it worth their while anyways. Not going to let Dean know he's right, though. Can't have him getting a big head. ]

Oh, I could. It's just easier to lose yourself with some encouragement of some kind. Like now? I'm stone cold terribly sober. Would take more courage to try anything.

[Dean's eyebrows are nearly touching his hairline by the time he's finished talking.]

So, you're tellin' me you're too much of a sissy to try sober sex. Is that right?

[He pushes away from the wall a little, straightening and giving Castiel his full attention.]

Here I thought you were some kind of sex guru. You've never had straight up, good old fashioned, vanilla-y sober sex.

[ Cas scrunches up his eyebrows and turns a bit to face Dean, a bit affronted. ]

Not sissy, no. Never had the inclination.

[As Dean pushes away from the wall towards him, Cas frowns at him and squints. Some habits die hard.]

I've been told I'm not missing much.

What asshat told you that?

[He frowns right back at him, even though the little glimmers of the old Cas that sometimes shine through are strangely satisfying.]

You need to find yourself a girl...or dude, whatever...and try some awesome sober sex.

I've heard it been said around camp. Mostly by men. They imply it's a more... emotional act and therefor undesirable.

[ It's sort of terrible how easy it is for Cas to throw on a fake smile and forget that anything matters. ]

I doubt anyone would want that type of connection with me. Besides, I avoid sobriety at all costs. Things are better that way.

Well that's just...

[Dean's frown deepens, and he splashes his way towards him slowly.]

...Just crap. You got half the chicks in camp goo-goo over your ass. Bet if you just asked you can find one, at least. Not that I'm not with you on the bein' sober thing, but sometimes it ain't half-bad to be straight, you know?

[ Cas watches Dean move closer and can't seem to keep the impish smile on his face. He has to take a second to swallow and when he collects himself, the smile turns bitter. ]

You act like I mean anything I say in those sermons. Any woman that holds interest in me because of them is just misguided. If they were sober they wouldn't listen, they would know better.

[ That makes him realizes how sober he is right now and can't help but deflate. He hates feeling this way. Hates feeling. He starts scanning the side of the hot spring for his pants where he knows he has at least a few pills of... something left. The quicker he gets them in his system, the better. ]

I'm a fraud, Dean. You know that. I'm just trying to get by in a world that I don't belong it. So I'm... what was it? Ah yes, I'm just making it up as I go.

[ Cas locates his pants and wrestles the orange bottle out of one of the many pockets with a triumphant little laugh. There are only three pills left and he pours them out on his hand to see which one looks the most promising. ]

[Dean scowls, watching him shuffle through his pants, searching for something--which becomes obvious when he pulls out the pill bottle. Of course. He hadn't really commented on the drugs thing, not since their last big blowout over it, knowing Cas served his purpose in the camp. And that purpose was apparently being a major fraud, even though Dean still depended on him with his life. Hell, with everyone's lives.

He does reach out and hold onto the wrist of the hand holding the pills gently, trying to get Castiel's attention off them and back on him.]

You really gotta be high when it's just you and me? Still that hard to be around me, Cas?

[the magical, mind-altering, matchmaking hot springs]

forgive me i hate midterms

Oh, I understand that feelig. Just make sure you study now.

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