Fishblight Mire gold [m]

Armand. It was not a name that Castiel had heard before and yet none had heard his name, strange as it was. It was partially why he'd taken to Cas, and in other fonder memories, it was a nickname that once had bloomed affection in him. Now he could not quite find it in himself to trust the memories he had of Winchester, the man leaving him behind without a second thought. Castiel silenced the thoughts in his head by dipping briefly below the surface of the water only to emerge again near immediately, the chill a much needed distraction. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Armand."  his deep voice still tried to caress the syllables of Armand's name, using a surprising amount of finesse. 

He could see the reaction the male had to the muck and mire on his coat, wondering if that was what had truly upset him so. It was hard to fathom someone being so upset by some dirt, but then, some truly detested any affront to cleanliness. When Castiel was clean enough he lifted himself from the lake and went a few paces from the shore to shake the water from his body.