AN: Hey guys! This meant to go on the first chapter, but oh well. This is my first 'attempt' at a fanfic story. Bear with me please. I know the story is written horribly, and yes I am trying to get better. Hopefully you at least semi-enjoy it. I apologize for how short the first chapter was. Also, if you hadn't noticed, most of the lines that are italicized are Dean's thoughts. Anyway, here's the 2nd chapter.

"Dean, you really shouldn't drive," Cas said impatiently.

"Nah, I'll be fine."

"Just be careful, please. Your still intoxicated."

Dean gives a slight wave of his hand. Slowly getting into the Impala, he takes a few slow, deep breaths, and starts driving back towards the motel. Wow. Ok. That was pretty crazy. So many things had just happened. Dean had never really thought that it would happen. Had he dreamed about it happening, the two of them, together? Yes, sure. But it actually happened.

He starts to swerve slightly off the road, hitting the rumble strip. Dean jumps out of his thoughts and jerks the steering wheel to the right, getting the tires back on the road. Geez, pay more attention here. You're driving, drunk. He takes another deep breath and tries to focus on getting himself to the motel.

The drive back was definitely worse than the drive to the beach. Dean kept swerving and couldn't keep the car going straight for long. He even almost hit another car once, and a tree, make that 3 trees. He barely made it to the motel in one piece.

He manages to pull the Impala into a parking space without hitting the curb or the car beside him. Slowly, he climbs out of the Impala and walks to what he thinks is his motel room. Dean reaches into his jacket's pocket, searching desperately for his key. His fingers curl around the keychain and pull it from the grasp of his leather pocket. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he finally manages to get the key into the lock. He turns the key and then the doorknob. Walking in he sees Sam sitting on the bed watching the TV from afar.

"Dean, were you at the beach all night?" Sam turns his head, facing Dean.

"Uh, yeah I guess I was," Dean stammers.

"Did you like pass out or something? What did you do the whole time?"

"Get off my back Sammy. No I didn't pass out. I just walked the beach and the boardwalk," Dean lied.

"Yeah, ok," Sam said, the sarcasm clearly evident.

Sam shut off the TV and leaned back against the headboard. Dean, throwing his jacket down and kicking off his boots, throws himself on his bed. Sam said something to him, but he doesn't hear it, instead he drifts off into a dreamless sleep.

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The smell of freshly brewed coffee is the only thing that convinces Dean to awaken. He grunts softly and sits up in bed, his pounding head forcing his hands to clutch his hair. Closing his eyes he tries to lessen the pressure in his head.

"Hungover?" Sam asks, laughing.

Dean lies, "Just a little."

"Want some coffee?" Sam offers as he stands to get himself another cup.

Dean stands, trying to get a hold of himself. He sways slightly, the room spinning uncontrollably.

Flopping back down he replies, "Yeah."

Sam walks over to Dean, handing him the cup of black coffee.

"Thanks, Sammy."

"No problem."

Sam sat back down in his chair, opening the computer.

"So I found another job near here. It's just in the text town ov-..."

"I want to take a vacation," Dean said suddenly, cutting Sam off.

"But Dean, there's so much to do. I thought that you would have wanted to find another job quickly, considering what happened yesterday."

"Yeah, well I don't. And I'm not talking about a long one week vacation. Just something short. I can just have two days off Sammy?" Dean's eyes were silently pleading.

"You know what? FINE! Take two, hell take three days off. I need a break myself. A break from you Dean! All the drinking and your constant nagging."

Dean sighed, "I'll call you in a couple days."

Sam walked over to the door, grabbing his jacket. Turning the doorknob he looked back at Dean.

"I can't believe you! I'll get myself a car, you can take the Impala," Sam said while stepping outside the motel room, away from Dean.

Sighing, Dean layed back down, taking slow sips of his coffee. Why was Sammy being so touchy? Dean did not know the answer.

Finishing his coffee, he slowly sat upright. Dean stood, tentatively at first and then more confidently. The pounding in his head had gone down a little but was still present. He pushed the dizziness aside and set his coffee cup on the small round table in the corner. Setting out for the bathroom, he gripped different things along the way, allowing him to keep his balance and continue walking. Inside the bathroom he reached for the aspirin, desperate to relieve his headache. Opening the cap he poured a few into his hand and popped them into his mouth. He turned the faucet on and took a paper cup from the bathroom tray the motel had so graciously supplied them with. After filling the cup he drank every last drop and swallowed it, allowing the pills to go easily down.

Walking back out into the kitchen he was instantly surprised at the appearance of Cas.

"Hello Dean," Cas greeted, sensing Dean's discomfort.

"Hi Cas."

Dean walked over the round table and took a seat, leaning back and stretching.

"Would you like some help with that?"

"What? My headache. Nah, that's ok it should be gone soon," Dean replied, not eager to ask for help with such a small problem.

Cas shrugged as if he knew what Dean meant. He could deal with it on his own.

"So, uhh, why did you come?" Dean asked warily.

"I want to know why you and Sam split up."

"I wanted a vacation, he didn't. Apparently I've been drinking too much and nagging him," Dean shrugged.

"I agree wholeheartedly to the first, but I cannot be sure about the second. How much time did you take off?" Cas said earnestly.

"Three to four days at the most."

Cas nodded, "Oh ok. What do you plan on doing?"

"Honestly, I have no idea," Dean replied chuckling, "Probably just going to the beach. Maybe even getting a condo better than this 5-star retreat."

"I see," Cas said, a question on his tongue, but not daring to be asked.

Dean though a moment, "Would you like to join, erm, me?"

Cas smiled delightfully, "I most definitely would enjoy that very much."

Dean stood, wincing as he did so.

"Would you please let me heal you?" Cas asked frowning.

"It guess that a vacation would not be any fun if I have a pounding headache and can barely stand without falling. Yes, go ahead." Dean opened his arms in a wide gesture.

Cas walked forward and placed two fingers on Dean's forehead. Cas closed his eyes and instantly Dean felt much better.

"Thank you, Cas," Dean smiled charmingly and came closer, wrapping his arms around Cas' waist.

"Do I get something in return?" Cas asked playfully.

"Anything and everything."

Dean slowly closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Castiels. Cas deepened the kiss, taking hold of Dean's shirt and pulling him even closer. Not even a sliver of light was visible between the two.

Pulling away ever so slowly Dean said, "How about we spend the day at the beach?"

"Gladly. I find the salty breeze of the ocean comforting."

Dean, smiling, grabbed the Impala's keys and headed towards the door.

"You coming?" Dean asked.

"I have a better idea."

Dean, tilting his head, motioned for Cas to elaborate. Cas came closer and pressed two fingers to Dean's shoulder. Instantly they were teleported to the boardwalk on the beach. There were only a couple other people besides them who were enjoying the view. Luckily, none of them were looking in their direction.

"That was risky, Cas."

"I had a feeling there would not be many people here."

Dean's hand naturally found its way to Cas' as they walked off of the boardwalk and towards the sandy beach. They walked together for awhile, talking and sometimes enjoying the view of the beautiful ocean. Dean had been looking more at Cas than at anything else. He just couldn't tear his eyes away. Cas' blue eyes sparkled in the sun and seemed to match the color of the water. Dean loved the way Cas' face lit up when he laughed at one of Dean's jokes, or when he tilted his head in confusion, not understanding the reference that Dean had made.

They had stopped for lunch at a seafood restaurant that was just off of the ocean. Cas of course did not have anything to eat, but he did slightly enjoy the sweet tea that Dean had ordered for him.

The walk back had been mostly silent. Their hands intertwined as Cas stared at the waves rolling up on the beach and then retreating back into the safety of the ocean. Dean was only staring at one thing though, Cas. Fuck it. I'm gonna say it. He couldn't get his mind off say those three words that he had thought about since the very beginning.

Dean stopped. Holding Cas back from walking further away from him. He pulled Cas' hand and brought their bodies together, not caring who saw them. He brought their lips together, hungrily. He held onto Cas like the moment that he let go Cas would disappear and never be found again. He kissed Cas' jawline, all the way back to his ear.

He whispered, "I love you."

Cas brought his mouth to Dean's ear, "I think that I love you, Dean Winchester."

Dean laughed, "You think?"

"I am still figuring out these human emotions that I have for you. But that is the one that I am sure of. I love you."

Dean crashed their lips together once again. His hands explored their way to Cas' hair and the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He lightly set his forehead on Cas'.

"We should head back to the motel and pack," Dean said lightly, fearful to disturb their moment together.

"You're right," Cas answered and put two fingers on Dean's shoulder.

Dean packed his things (and Sam's) into their two duffel bags. He was done was shortly after 3 o'clock. Dean drove them to a nearby condominium that supposedly had open rooms to rent. He had called ahead and reserved a room with a ocean view that had one bed, he had reserved it for 3 nights. He didn't tell Cas they would have to share a bed (not that he would complain), figuring that he wouldn't mind and that he would surprise him.

They got checked into their room with no problem. Although the price would be hefty, Dean didn't mind, he was using a fake credit card afterall. Dean unlocked the door and pushed it open, gesturing for Cas to go inside first.

"Wow. This is nice," Cas admired.

"And it's all ours, for three whole nights."
Dean threw the duffel bags on ground, right inside the door. Taking Cas in his arms, he effortlessly picked him up. Walking over to the couch, he sat down, with Cas in his lap.

"Dean! Is this really necessary?" Cas laughed as Dean picked him up.

"Of course it is, sweetheart. Anything for you," Dean mumbled as he brought their lips together once again. They just felt right together. Cas' warmth against Dean's rough but also soft. There was something missing when he wasn't with Cas.

Cas sat up and pushed Dean down onto the couch, bringing him out of his tireless thoughts.

"I love you, Dean," Cas said hungrily as he collided his lips with Dean's.

Dean kissed back rough, but full of passion and love. Cas understood, but took control. Kissing down Dean's neck and pulling on his bottom lip.

"Anything for you, sweetheart," Dean said huskily as he undid Cas' trenchcoat.

AN: Thanks for reading everyone! I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. I feel like it was considerably better than the last chapter. Let me know what you think in the comments please. If you have any tips or advice I would really like to hear about it, as I am trying to become a better writer. Thank you again!

Until The Next Chapter,

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