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Somehow--and he wasn't entirely sure how just yet--Dean Winchester had managed to convince his best friend Cas to come to the beach with him. Cas' family was like ridiculously rich, and he knew he'd been to the beach plenty of times before. So this wasn't anything that special. There was no warm clear water or white sand. No, the water was way too cold to go in, and the sand was dotted with rocks.
But it was nice just the same. The sun shone down on the two of them. The water wasn't too cold to at least attempt to go in the water.
And they may or may not have cuddled just a little bit too.
Anyway, eventually it came time for them having to leave. Cas stood up slowly and stretched; the sun was starting to set now, and it was pretty. It made him smile. He glanced behind him at Dean, looking at him soft.
"Hey, is there sand on my butt?"
Dean, ever the gentleman, slapped his butt.
"...no. There isn't, don't worry." he smirked.
And Cas blushed. But he didn't mind. Kind of hot, which just made him want to blush even more.
Either way, today was perfect.