Left step
Chapter two
Summertime
AN: I like Left Step, so I updated it. There.
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"And I met you in the summer-," Dean obnoxiously sings, Castiel rolls his eyes.
"In all technicalities, you actually did meet me in the summer," Dean shoots Cas a good natured glare.
"How does August count as summer if school starts at that time?"
Cas looks genuinely confused,
"Well, fall starts September twenty first so you did meet me in the summer. We both got into the Marching Band on the first day of school and we met five days after," Dean shakes his head and presses a kiss into Cas' temple.
"You're right, I'm just being obnoxious,"
Dean and Cas are at the park, sitting on a bench table under a tree. They are simply enjoying each other's company.
Dean and Cas dislike formality, so they would call each other their 'boyfriend', instead they're close, intimate acquaintances mates Cas suggested.
Dean likes to sit with Cas and laze the long summer days away. He also like to tease him and kiss his cute frowny face away.
"We fell in love as the leaves turn brown," Dean murmurs intertwining his fingers with Cas' own.
"You act so innocent now, but you light so soon,"Cas responds turning his head to grin at Dean.
"No," Dean starts to correct, "I'm not innocent you are,"
Cas looks affronted and Dean can easily kiss it away and that is what he does.
"I'm not innocent," Cas mumbles and he purrs when Dean scratches his scalp.
"You seem pretty innocent to me," Dean says, ruffling his hair.
"I'm inexperienced, not innocent," Castiel runs his own fingers through Dean's hair, reveling in how Dean tenses, feeling and seeing the shiver.
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"I'll race you to the water!" Dean says as he pulls off his shirt in one swift movement. Cas rolls his eyes as puts down the cooler, the chairs and the umbrella.
"At least wait until the umbrella is up," Cas says, pursing his lips as his toes sink into the hot, burning sand. Dean rolls his eyes,
"Fine,"
Cas digs a deep hole into the sand and places the rod into it. Dean attaches the umbrella portion of the rod and Cas opens it up. At that moment Dean bolts to the water . Cas is wearing a shirt designed for the water and is smearing sunscreen onto his face.
"You're going to get sunburn," Castiel mutters. He walks to the water enjoying its coolness around his toes. All of a sudden arms wrap around his waist and he is thrown into the water. Cas scrabbled to the surface, sputtering. Dean is smiling at him; face a foot away from his.
"You're such a dork," He says, arms wrapping around Cas' shoulders, "A ginormous dork oh my god," Dean is now hugging Cas rubbing his hand over wet hair.
"Am not," Cas says quietly although his mouth quirked in a smirk.
"Yes, yes you are," Dean taps Cas' nose before kissing him.
"Go put on sunscreen," He murmurs onto Dean's lips when they broke apart, "You're going to get sunburn,"
Dean didn't listen to Cas but it was around an hour or so in that Dean's shoulders were red and painful looking. Dean lays on the towel under the umbrella wincing everytime he flexs his shoulders and back.
"I told you," Cas says, he is squeezing sunscreen on his own hands, "Sunscreen is critical," He stoops to Dean's side and his gently spreading the cool substance onto his back and shoulders.
Dean flinches at the touch,
"Cas- ow! That hurts- and, ah- it's cold!" Castiel raises an eyebrow at Dean.
"I didn't even massage that hard,"
Afterwards Dean sits up, Castiel shoves a bottle of water into his hands.
"Drink it, you're skin's too hot for my taste," Dean smiles suggestively at Cas and he blushes furiously. After the beach visit Dean swears that he is going to wear sunscreen every time he goes out.
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AN: brief, but cute. This is going to be a bunch of oneshots and moments so there.
