#kind of a continuation of the two leaves one

Two Sand Dunes

Wc 421, established relationship, fluff, beach trip, cheesy jokes

For@icefire149 here’s todays beach joke

Waves crashing, seagulls crying, and the hot June air are sending Dean into a comfortable doze. The bright afternoon sun is creating sparkling patterns through his eyelids. He had played in the water some with Sam, Eileen, Jack, and Claire before surrendering to the beach towel’s call. And Cas. Cas who was still frolicking in the water now- undoubtedly collecting a metric shit ton of shells- even after the others had gone inside for a break. 

Dean is laying on his stomach, head resting on an actual small pillow because Cas is smart, arms bracketing his head. He can’t recall ever being this relaxed before. 

He feels more than hears Cas return. Cool palms press against his shoulders and turn to fingers dancing down his spine. Dean can’t help but smile even as he squirms against the sensation.

Attempting to guess where Cas is he swats a hand above himself. “Babe your hands are freezing!" 

"Oh?” Cas’ voice is much closer than he anticipated. “I didn’t realize.” Cas moves his hands to Dean’s sides and starts tickling, stealing his breath and ability to speak. An embarrassing giggle escapes his lips and tears begin to trail down his face. Cas’s hands still.

“It’s time to reapply sunscreen." 

Dean blinks through the tears. "Cas, the hell? You literally could have asked like a normal person!" 

Cas helps Dean up and pulls them close together. He leans forward and Dean grins in anticipation but its Cas’ freezing swim shorts that come into contact with Dean’s sun warmed body. He definitely does not shriek. Cas holds him there for a second, "I am not a normal person.”

Dean rolls his eyes and gently pushes Cas away. “You are now, babe. Hence the sunscreen break.” Cas scowls adorably. 

They take turns reapplying sunscreen to each other, taking care to get those easily forgotten about spots. Then they sit on the beach towel side by side as they wait for the sunscreen to set. Dean stares out into the ocean and feels himself drifting off again. 

After a few minutes, Cas gently picks up Dean’s hand. 

“Dean, what did one sand dune say to the other?”

Dean smiles even as he huffs. “Another one? Uh ok um… I dunno, Cas, long time no sea?”

Cas brings his other, slightly sandy, hand up to Dean’s face. “No, it said I will never desert you.”

“And the other sand dune said me either.” Dean murmurs as he leans in to press a kiss to Cas’ sea salty lips.