Dean put the Impala into park and started out the windshield. There it was. That beach they had always promised to go to. They had earned this. They deserved a little time in the sun, with sand between their toes.
"Ready?" Dean asked Sam.
Sam smiled back at him. "Ready."
Dean dashed out of the car, racig to toward the coastline. Sam had longer legs, but Dean was always faster. As soon as he reached the sand, he pulled his shoes off.
"Ow!" He yelled as he put his first foot onto the ground. He jumped up and down. "Hot!"