Who: Castiel (_castiel_) + Anna What: It's betta down where it's wetta When: Jan. 16th Where: The swimming pool Rating: Lowish Status: In progress
Castiel didn't know how to swim. At all.
It wasn't that he was ignorant of it, it'd just never come up. There had been no time in his (very, very) long life where he'd needed to be in any depth of water for any reason.
Scratch that. There had been one time. The time he'd walked into a pool of water with absolutely no intention of walking out again. He remembered it vaguely (it had not fully been himself walking into that water, after all), liquid weighing him down and seeping into his mouth, down his throat, into his lungs. And then nothing.
He wouldn't call himself afraid of water now, but he certainly before now had never seen a reason to go near it again. Even if not for the river he'd died in, Castiel had been an angel -- even if his wings were metaphysical there was still something strange about the idea of submerging them.
Having been warned about wet clothing and proper attire, Castiel had stopped in one of the not-stores on the way over and unenthusiastically picked out a pair of "swimming trunks". Thankfully they were all black and he needn't worry extra about being fashionable or whatever it was humans were concerned with.
Crouching next to the pool, he peered into the clear blue of the water thoughtfully before turning his attention to the bathroom and changing rooms to the side of the pool. Anna was certainly taking her time.