Beach
"Aw, c'mon, Sammy. It'll be fun. You have to come with us!"
I laughed at how Dean pleaded with his brother, attempting to give the younger Winchester the "puppy eyes." We were all packed and ready to go, bags upon bags of towels and sunscreen and food at our feet.
"Fine, I'll come," Sam sighed, raking a hand through his hair. Dean pumped his fist in the air in victory.
"C'mon, baby. Help me pack up the car while Sam get's ready." Dean was overjoyed, obviously, and I couldn't help but smile at the skip in his step.
Dean had been wanting to take me to the beach for a while, but he told me we couldn't go until it was really hot out. So, today was finally the day, my first trip to the beach as a human.
I'd been to the ocean before, as an angel. The seas were a beautiful creation, the way the rushed up the shore in a steady rhythm. I'd never experienced the beach as a human and Dean said it was a "whole new ballpark," whatever that meant.
We packed up my car, Dean refusing to take the Impala because of sand and because he wouldn't let Jude anywhere near his car. There was barely enough room for the three of us and the dog by the time the car was fully packed.
To Dean's instance, we arrived at the beach relatively early, as we had to get a good spot. We lugged our gear down by the water, setting up chairs and umbrellas and a shady spot for Jude. When we were set up, Dean walked towards me, tugging off my shirt.
"Gotta put on sunscreen, Cas. Then we can go swimming." Dean began rubbing sunscreen onto my back, trailing his fingers over the wing tattoos. I smiled, melting into his touch with a soft sigh. Suddenly, I was being tugged towards the ocean.
Dean and I fell asleep in the sun while Sam went for a run with Jude. The way the warmth of the sun aided me in drifting in and out of consciousness was truly surreal. We ate, swam, read, played games, and napped for the entire day, the hours slipping away as the sun began to sink in the sky.
We packed up at dusk, trudging back to the car with tired feet. Sam drove back home, Dean and I sleeping in the back seat.
When we arrived home, Dean and I headed to the shower. I peeled off my tee-shirt, wincing at the pain that shot through my body. I looked down at my chest which was bright red and sore. I began to panic.
"Dean! Dean, something very bad has happened to me…" Dean could hear the panic in my voice and sprinted into the bathroom. He stared at me for a moment before bursting out into laughter. "What? I do not see anything funny about this, Dean."
"You just got sunburned, Cas." He came over, sticking out his arms. "See how my skin is darker? I got tan at the beach today. Guess you're just fair skinned." He chuckled softly as he turned on the shower. "Hop in, the cool water will make it feel better."
I pouted as I stood beneath the steady stream of cold water, letting Dean gently rub soap over my tender skin.
"I don't like the beach," I decided with a huff. "There's sand in places where there shouldn't be sand and now I'm burned." Dean laughed, peppering kisses against my back.