Pleasure My Angel World: Part 6
Bright sun and warm weather met them as soon as the angels zapped them away; Sam squinted and adjusted his bag in a fidgeting motion that was somehow supposed to ease the shock. It didn't help much but he felt a bit more comfortable not standing in one place. He would never get used to immediate transportation no matter how often it happened. He glanced over at Dean who seemed to do the same, eyes narrow and looking around at the vastly open and empty beach. "Where is everyone?" Dean asked the question all four dimension travellers were thinking.
"We rented it out," The other Castiel exclaimed excitedly, already hurrying forward to set up their beach blanket. "It's our own little private beach for most of today."
"You can do that?" Jet gawked as the big family dropped off their things and started stripping out of the clothing they wore on top of their bathing suits. Despite having almost teleported there it still seemed appropriate to dress normally on top of the swim wear, who knew what could happen between point A and point B.
"Of course we can, we're famous remember? How many celebrities do you know that could buy an island if they wanted?" Gabriel rolled his eyes, shoving Jet in the shoulder as he passed him by.
Jet made a face at the shorter man but not enough to draw attention. It was a beautiful day; there were the perfect number of clouds to make the sky look like one of those classic photos on a Windows desktop. The water sparkled it was so clear, for the group that felt like they hadn't done anything fun in a long time it all but called their names. Despite it being early morning Dean threw his shirt off and dropped his pants without a second thought, dashing toward the water with his best friend right on his heels.
Castiel and Sam smiled at their comrades, both undressing but settling on one of the set up blankets next to the lead singer. "They're pretty excited." Sam mused, leaning back and letting the sun warm him a little. It was so inviting and really he wanted nothing more than to sleep on the beach.
"They're idiots, I think they forgot the rule about sunscreen." Cas chuckled as he grabbed a bottle.
"Good point, gimme some of that." Sam sat up and reached over for it.
Dean and Jet were a little busy squealing about how cold the water was as they dove in and tried to get it over with. Both emerged with chattering teeth, claiming it was the other's fault in the first place. Tommy grinned a little as he watched them, "Dad, are you really like that?"
The older Dean sat behind his husband and applied the sunscreen to his back for him; he looked up at the two goofing off immediately and nodded with a bit of a smile. "Yeah, though I don't know anyone like that Jet guy."
"Maybe not a bad thing," his lover added, "He seems to bring out quite the animal in you."
"I can't tell if you're being serious or sarcastic anymore." Dean leaned down and kissed Cas' neck.
"Bit of both." The singer giggled and turned his head to kiss back.
Cas watched them for a moment, his cheeks feeling an old but familiar burn. He shook his head and stood up, walking closer to the water as he cupped his hands around his mouth, "Dean! Jet! Get back here and put on some sunscreen!"
Sam smirked, he could remember when Castiel couldn't care less about Dean and Jet, or at least acted like it. Now here he was, shouting at them like a mother hen to get their damn sunscreen on. It had been a while since he'd seen Dean so happy and carefree, it made him smile, though Sam couldn't help but notice that Jet was still injured. The marks, scars and bruises were still fairly fresh if not a few days ago. He must've still been in pain, but of course Jet was never the type to show it. Sam supposed that maybe that was as good a sign as anything that Jet was fine, if his pain were obvious then maybe there'd be something to worry about. All the same he made a mental note to check in with Jet later.
The two did eventually come running, Dean lurching over and hugging Cas quickly before continuing on toward the towels. Jet was already starting to dry off next to Sam, who was fighting the urge to look at the way his friend's black trunks had slid a little lower on his waist. It wasn't too hard when his older brother all but charged him for the lotion, "You need to dry off a bit first, Dean!" Sam managed to call out as Dean wrestled the bottle away from him.
"Shut it, I know that." Dean grinned, "But I can't drip on you if I'm dry already."
"Asshole." Sam frowned with a bit of a pout mixed in with his bitch face.
Dean's grin only widened as he started to towel off, Jet taking the lotion from him as easily as he'd gotten it from Sam. "Me first."
Cas shook his head and laid down on the blanket, his swimwear matching Dean's since their coats came prepared. Sam and Jet had gotten extras from the other guys, mostly from Charlie's and the older Sam's things though, all four of them were around the same height and waistline as each other. Charlie and the dimension travelling Sam were tall but still thin, neither had filled out yet. Jet and the older Sam were sporting some extra muscle, wearing trunks that were too tight could serve the same purpose as string bikinis on women but Jet really didn't like that idea. He'd demanded that swim trunks should be tied tightly around the waist but mostly baggy for the rest of it. It made movement much easier.
Dean's on the other hand shaped to fit him, meaning it was a bit tighter but in all the right places for easier movement. No fabric to get in the way. It defied Jet's earlier commentary, regardless of how much he insisted his way was better. Cas admired Dean's body as he tried to dry off, glad for the uniform everything that the priests were expected to wear as he watched.
"Cas, help me put some on my back?" Dean smiled over at his partner who nodded and sat up again, motioning for Dean to sit in front of him.
While the two priests got in position to help each other Sam tried not to laugh at Jet who struggled to get the lotion in the middle of his back. "Shut up Sam! I've almost got this!"
"As if." Sam squirted a little on his hands and started rubbing it in, "Just ask for help when you need it."
"As if." Jet mimicked childishly through a smile he knew Sam would never see, it's what he was counting on.
"We should have just let you fry, I'd get to slap your sunburn for entertainment." Sam chuckled evilly.
"Guys I think Sam's possessed again." Jet looked over at Cas and Dean who started laughing, earning himself a smack to the back of his head. "Ow! See?"
Sam tried not to snicker but ended up bursting into laughter with Dean and Castiel. The sound was contagious and it'd been a while since they had.
As much as swimming seemed appealing in the summer weather, it was still fairly early in the day. Dean sat down next to Castiel and watched the others fool around and chatter amongst themselves. The four of them knew they didn't quite belong in the celebrations but somehow it didn't matter. It was a vacation on its own, with or without other people involved. Dean was just as happy to be doing something different with Cas, something where they weren't thinking of the fate of the universe. He liked seeing Cas domesticated a little, not battle ready and fighting for his life.
He smiled quietly to himself and reached across to take Castiel's hand in his own. His partner turned to look at their hands then back up to Dean's face. "Just wanted to," Dean explained to the curious blue eyes that scanned his every feature for some kind of explanation.
Cas gave a short little nod before looking back to the shore, watching water lick at the sand and retreat back like a playful child, "I'm glad." He all but whispered the words.
"For?"
"For you," Cas chuckled, squeezing Dean's hand firmly, "For someone who can see what they want and just reach out for it. You and Sam have always been like that."
"Cas!" Sam called to him from up the beach, a bucket and other supplies in his hands. "Just got some tools, let's build a castle." He hurried to Castiel's side and handed him a shovel, which the priest took and looked over curiously for a moment.
"Alight, I'll make a sand castle with you but we have to make it a competition." He smiled and looked up at Dean with a little glint in his eyes, "Dean and Jet versus you and I, best castle wins."
"You're so on," Dean stood and looked to where Jet had already been grabbing their supplies. "Yo, Jet! C'mere!"
"What's up man?" Jet jogged up to Dean's side where his best friend snatched the shovel from him.
"Contest, you an' me versus Cas and Sam."
"Oh, you guys are going down." Jet smirked and high fived Dean.
Sam rolled his eyes and looked to Castiel who was already moving to a good location. "So what do we get when we win?" He asked playfully.
Jet and Dean exchanged a look, trying to come up with something but Castiel beat them to the punch, calling over his shoulder, "Losers have to go streaking down the beach, winners get to watch."
"Get ready to get naked then," Jet scoffed as he and Dean found a good spot for their castle.
"You wish." Sam said mockingly.
The following few hours was a mess of sand, mud, and cursing as both sides tried their hands at making sand castles. None of them were particularly good at it, and it didn't help with Gabriel happened by and created a perfect castle with the help of some magic. Aggravated and frustrated Dean and Jet both took that time to run at Gabriel's sand castle and demolish it, destroying everything that pissed them off about it.
Sam and Cas buckled down and got their shit together, figuring out a good system for making sand stick. They broke their original castle down into a tightly packed mound of moist sand, forcing it together until they had one big block to work with. Sam moved to one side and Cas worked from the other, shaving thin layers away at a time, shaping and forming their design. Dean and Jet scoffed when they saw it in the early stages; to them it looked like Sam and Cas had gone backwards in their creation. Obviously buckets and shovels were the only and best way to make a sand castle.
The married couple, Castiel and Dean, walked over to see what their guests were up to, peering at the two castles with some interest, they went to Cas and Sam first. "What're you four up to?"
"Castle building contest," Sam smiled up at them, "Losers have to streak."
Castiel covered his mouth in a laugh and looked across to where Dean and Jet were furiously working away. "What're you basing the winner off of?"
"We'll need judges, you mind?" Castiel looked at his counterpart innocently.
"I'd love to, though I can already tell you who's going to win." The performer eyed the intricately shaped castle walls that Castiel and Sam were perched around. "You two found a bit a of a system, eh?"
"We're doing okay with what we've got. Some cement powder would have been nice." Sam joked lightly.
Cas and Dean nodded and moved to check out what the other pairing was up to, watching how quickly they were trying to move. "What's the hurry guys?" The singer tilted his head and eyed the childish but decently sized building Dean and Jet had constructed.
"Making castles." They muttered in unison.
Cas exchanged a look with his husband, glancing down the beach a little ways to see the other Castiel and Sam carefully working away at theirs. "Contest, right? What's the time limit?"
"Didn't make one." Dean and Jet looked at one another then turned to see how their opponents were doing.
"Son of a bitch!" Jet cursed and threw his shovel down, "Dude, look." He pointed toward the far superior castle. It wasn't quite as big but it was still crafted and detailed in a way that theirs just wasn't. "Cas are you cheating with magic or something!?" He shouted, getting the priest's attention.
"Even if I had some kind of useless spell that made my sand castles better, you have Dean, he'd be able to do something similar."
Dean took a deep breath and held it in his mouth to puff his cheeks out, blowing out the air as dramatically as he could. "I think we should just take our trunks off now, forfeit before this gets embarrassing."
"You just said 'let's just take our trunks off' in the same sentence as 'before it gets embarrassing', you know that?" Jet raised an eyebrow to his partner who threw his hands up in defeat. "Come on man, who knows, maybe we'd win because ours is bigger?"
"Not likely, do you look at ours and go 'whoa I didn't know you could do that with sand'? Because that's exactly how it's looking with theirs!"
"Don't yell at me! It isn't my fault you can't build a sand castle!"
Dean got up and shoved Jet a little, "You can't either, ass hat!"
"What, you wanna go?" Jet shoved back, Dean only retaliating with the same until their arms were locked and each was trying to shove the other down into the sand.
Cas looked up and nudged Sam a little, "Check it out, should we stop them?"
"Nah, they do this sometimes," Sam chuckled, "Just let it play out, ten bucks says they fall on their castle."
Cas shook his head; he wasn't about to take a losing bet, especially not with the two in question teetering so dangerously close to doing exactly that. And before he could reply to actually decline the bet, Dean and Jet had slipped and crashed into their pile of wet sand. Castiel snickered and stood up, "Looks like we win."
"Self sabotage, figures it'd be those two." Sam rolled his eyes and stood as well, walking over to where his brother and friend were wrestling like a couple of apes. "You guys done?"
Jet pinned Dean and grinned, "Looks that way."
Dean smirked and flipped them around, rolling Jet over and easily holding him face down into the sand, "Forgot I have super strength already?"
Jet groaned and tried pushing back though it did him no good, "Fucking jackass." He cursed with a laugh, "Alright alright, get off'a me." Dean obliged and slapped his friend on the back.
"Good effort."
"Still your fault, look at what you did to the friggin' castle?"
"Oh not this again," Cas moved between them, "Just get running boys, I want a show of it."
Dean and Jet exchanged looks, hesitating for a moment they begrudgingly dropped their trunks. Castiel smiled to himself as they booked it down the beach, running in a direction there were no people, no one said they had to run around the group they came with. "You're awful," Sam chuckled.
"A little bit, but hey, that just as easily could have been us."
"Yeah right, you've done some sand castle building before, haven't you?" Sam folded his arms over his chest, trying to find the simplest excuse as to why he shouldn't watch his brother and friend run naked down the beach.
"I've known some people who have done it before, may have picked up on a few things."
Torture and embarrassment over they decided it was time to get some swimming in. Another layer or two of sunscreen later they figured it was about time. Not that Dean and Jet intended to let the two winners just get away with it, they weren't about to allow Cas and Sam to ease their way into the chilly water. Dean hefted Cas up and, despite Castiel's struggling, carried him until it was too deep to hold him above the water anymore.
"Don't you dare!" Cas shrieked, holding onto Dean as tightly as he could, "Dean Winchester stop it!"
Dean chuckled and kissed Cas lightly, "Love you."
"DEAN!" The shrill scream almost echoed in the open space as Dean dropped down into the water, pulling Cas along with him. The two re-emerged pretty quickly, Dean with a grin and Cas with a sort of shocked anger that had his eyes open wide from the sudden cold. "Asshole!" He shouted, smacking Dean over and over again, only getting his partner to laugh hysterically at him.
Sam chuckled having enjoyed the spectacle, completely unaware that Jet had walked up behind him. "Kind of funny, huh?" Jet leaned over Sam's shoulder, warm, solid arms coming around in front and resting against his belly.
Sam jumped a little, the skin and muscles around his abdomen not used to being touched by someone else, they spasmed a little under the weight of Jet's arms. He was a little distracted, to say the least. Jet had never touched him like this or whispered in his ear from behind, it was strange and foreign. Not bad, he wouldn't say it was bad, but different all the same. "Jet?" He asked almost timidly, he was unsure of what was happening, what Jet was doing but mostly what was happening inside him.
Of course he got his answer a moment later, Jet lifted him up off the beach, a firm hold around his middle before he lifted Sam onto his shoulder.
"No no no no! Jet wait stop Jet no!" Sam babbled the words out though he knew that it wouldn't do him any good. Before he knew it Jet had thrown him into the water, a sudden blast of cold piercing him and shocking his system to the core. Sam threw his head up out of the water, taking a deep and shuddering breath, "You jackass!" he blurted out, rubbing the hair out of his eyes and pushing it back behind his ears.
"Yeah, who's laughing now!?" Jet cackled, Dean's laughter joining his almost immediately.
Sam and Castiel growled though it was all in good fun. "You're going to pay for that." Cas threatened, slapping Dean again for good measure.
"How?" Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel and hung off him, kissing his cheek playfully.
"Dunno yet, but some way, somehow you will pay."
"Right, well we'll be around when you figure it out." Jet winked at him before narrowly dodging Sam's swatting hand.
"Jerk, get back here!" Sam shouted, running after his harasser.
"Not a chance! You're gonna hit me!"
"Damn straight I am!"