Dean climbed nimbly up the ladder to the top of the high dive and strode out to the end of the board, bouncing a little on his toes. Checking out the crowd below, he blew his brother an extravagant kiss, which left Sam feeling week in the knees, and looking furtively around to see if anyone else had noticed.
No one had, of course, except for the trio of girls standing not far from Sam. Giggling wildly, each was sure Dean's kiss had been meant just for them.
Satisfied with his audience, Dean leaped into the air, folded himself into a perfect jackknife, then straightened and sliced cleanly into the water, drawing enthusiastic applause from around the pool.
When he popped back up after a few seconds, Sam went to the side of the pool and waited until Dean swam over.
Dean grinned up at him. "Come on in!"
Sam shook his head. "Sorry, Dean. Dad says it's time to go."
Dean's smile vanished. "But we just got here! You haven't even gotten your suit wet yet!"
Sam shrugged. "I don't mind."
Dean stared at him, then grinned mischievously. "Well, I do!" Reaching up, he grabbed Sam by the leg and yanked him into the water.
"Dean!"
Dean winced. He looked from his scowling father, now poolside, to his indignantly flailing brother, and burst out laughing, unable to help himself.
John sighed. His gaze moved from Dean to Sam. The edges of his mouth quirked up reluctantly.
Turning back to Dean, he held up an index finger. "One hour."
"Thanks, Dad." Dean beamed at him, then squawked in surprise when Sam sprang on him with a wild screech and the two disappeared underneath the water.
John sat down on a nearby deck chair and watched them.
He couldn't stop smiling.