A/N: This is part of a Pollyanna present for my friend Anya. I was going to write it anyway, but now she gets a physical copy to read. Isn't that special? Also, this is my favorite yet. Definitely
A/N2: As a junior Dean is going to write about this experience. I am so excited and that is so far away.
Third Grade (School Year of 1991-1992)
Vacation by Sam Winchester
I had never been to the beach before. Only once when I was really little with my mom and dad and my brother. So I was really excited when Dad came home one day and said that we were going to the beach. I have heard all about the beach from school but I didn't actually know what it was like. We packed up the Impala like normal, but instead of dreading moving like I usually do I was tingling with excitement. It took us a short drive of two whole hours to get to the beach and because Dean is eleven he sat up front with Dad. When we got close Dean rolled down the window and turned back and smiled at me. "Smell that, Sammy?" Dean said to me "That is the smell of the ocean." I sniffed and I got the scent of saltiness and coldness and I got really excited about the beach and the ocean. I leaned forward and tugged on the collar of Dean's jacket. "What's the beach like Dean?" I asked him. "Wait and see," he said.
Dad pulled the car onto a rocky driveway and parked. He led the way into the house and said this would be just like a vacation when Dean was little. Dean got a funny look on his face when Dad said that. "Aren't you working Dad?" he asked. Dad sighed. "Yeah I am Dean but we'll stay a whole week so you boys can enjoy the summer." I smiled big and took Dean to explore the house with me. The kitchen was as big as most places we stay and there were enough rooms for me, Dean, and Dad to all have our own. I shared a room all the rest of the nights except the first.
The first night at the beach was so exciting! Dad took me and Dean out to dinner at a fancy place with pasta and chicken fingers and a salad bar. Then he took us to the boardwalk. I wanted to go on all the big rides but some I was too small for and some Dean wouldn't come on with me because he's actually a big baby. Eventually, I convinced him to go on a roller coaster with me. He screamed the whole time while I laughed like there was nothing more fun in the entire world. Dean and I waled around the whole board walk. We went on the bumper boats and bumper cars a bunch. Sometimes it was me versus Dean, and other times, me and Dean were in the same boat or car and it was me and Dean versus everyone else. Dad came and found us and did bumper cars against us. And then he took turns being with us. When it was dark Dad bought us ice cream at his favorite place from when he was little. Then Dad bought us sweatshirts and said he saved the best for last.
We went to the beach. The sand was squishy and hard to walk on. I bent down to touch it and it stuck to my hand. The sand was cold. Dean and I took our sneakers and socks off and raced back in fourth across the sand. Dad brought a blanket and was sitting on it watching us. Then Dean grinned mischievously at me and said, "Race ya!" He pointed to the water and didn't give me a head start or anything, but it doesn't matter because I caught up to him. Dean splashed into the water which was crashing loudly on the beach. I splashed after him. The water was really cold and my pants got wet but I didn't care because it was fun to have big waves reach up into the sky and come rushing towards us. Dean splashed some water in my face and I spat it out because it was salty, like bad french fries. Dean laughed so I splashed him back. Dad had moved closer to us with our sneakers in both of his hands and the blanket slung over his shoulder like a bag. "Come in Dad!" I shouted. Dad didn't say anything for a few seconds and then he put down our stuff and came into the water. He caught me and put me on his shoulder like the blanket had been and chased Dean around until we were both slung, giggling, over his shoulder. Dad marched deeper and deeper into the water and threw us. We didn't go far.
We stood there for a long time. Dean had to stand on his tip-toes to keep his head above the water when a wave came and I clung onto Dad's arm. Then Dad said, "Let's go before we all die on pneumonia." We walked home shivering but Dad turned on the heat and we all took showers and Dad made us hot chocolate even though it was May and we all stayed up and watched a scary movie until it was way past all of our bed times.
