AN: Short, but yeah. There we go. Mild Destiel
Hiking
The three men stood at the edge of the precipice, gazing at the view before them in awe. The Winchester brothers were glad Castiel had managed to convince them to take this break – Team Free Will did need a week off from hunting, even if they refused to acknowledge it. However, Dean had refused to do anything less than hiking through the Rockies, because it had been a lifelong dream of his (he'd never mentioned it, but once Castiel had found it in his thoughts and asked him, there was no way he was doing anything else), and Sam and Castiel had complied, unable to say no to the childlike, hopeful look in the man's eyes. They stood there for a while, simply taking in the scenery before them. Mountains dominated the scene, covered in patches of grey and vibrant, shocking green where trees interrupted the slate coloured ground.
Dean smiled as he took it all in, and Sam pretended not to notice as his older brother reached out and took the angel's hand. Castiel briefly glanced down at their entwined hands before gripping Dean's firmly, and the three men continued to stand there, content to just observe peace for once.