The boy was sitting on the deck at the back of the house, in the arm chair they had dragged out of the living room last night when he'd wanted to watch the stars. His companion had remarked, "It's not like they're going anywhere. Think of the other things we could do at night together" as he'd come and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. All the boy had to say was "please" and his companion conceded defeat and started tugging the overstuffed chair out of the house. They sat out there all night, pointing out patterns in the stars and talking about everything and nothing. They fell asleep tangled together, neither boy complaining the next day when he woke up with stiff muscles.
Now the boy was back in the chair looking over the never ending beach in front of him. The sand was almost white from the sun and water had taken on a brilliant shade of blue. His black hair was tousled by the wind and the hands that had run through it that morning. His blue eyes were covered by an overpriced pair of sunglasses his sister had purchased for him before the two boys had left earlier that week. From his spot in the shade of the roof, the boy sat with a book abandoned in his lap while he focused on a much more interesting subject. His companion had begun work on what he called a sand castle and what the boy called his sand pile. His companion had given him a dirty look and walked off, now determined to make the greatest sand castle ever. His brown hair had lightened to almost blond in the sun and his uncovered back was starting to turn pink from the sun. He had tried to convince the other boy to wear sunscreen but his companion had just smirked at him, green eyes sparkling with some joke only he got, and told the boy he didn't burn. While he didn't believe it, the boy had given up. Now he sat, safely blocked from the sun's rays, watching his companion struggle to keep one of the towers from collapsing.
"You could ask for help you know," he called out.
The other boy shouted back, "I don't need help from traitorous people like you. How do I know you won't sabotage it?"
The boy feigned hurt, bringing his hand to his chest, "I would never. Besides, I distinctly remember it was you who tried to ruin my pie during Home Ec last semester."
"That was only because it was gonna be better than mine."
The boy smiled at his companion and brought his book back up to his face. His companion grinned at him for a second before moving back to work on his structurally unsound sandcastle.
Later, when both boys had abandoned their projects and were laying in bed, sheets around their hips and bodies so tangled it was difficult to tell where one began and the other ended, the boy turned to his dozing companion.
"Dean?"
"Yeah Cas?"
"I hope this never ends."
Dean hugged him closer and they slept.