Now Youve Got Me Seriously Missing The Ocean - Tumblr Posts

This is so damn perfect😭🥰

i live in jersey and the jersey shore means a lot to me. sad about memorial day this year, so have team free will enjoying a much-deserved beach vacation after they defeat god and live happily ever after.

Cas likes the ocean, they discover.

Dean is happy to flop back on a towel with a worn-out paperback and eventually doze off with a beer in his hand. Sam and Eileen wander the surf together, collecting shells and laughing as they splash each other. Jack becomes entranced by the birds, watching the sandpipers skitter and the seagulls swoop near the horizon.

Cas swims.

Cas bobs far out in, past where the waves come in. Every so often, Dean will peer out along the foamy peaks and make sure he can still see Cas’s dark head there. Jack goes out with him, for a bit. When Sam joins them, Dean and Eileen watch with amusement as they splash one other, take turns dunking Cas. Sam teaches Jack how to body surf, how to ride the waves in all the way to the shore, and Cas watches on proudly.

The crowd has thinned considerably as the sun gets lower. The lifeguards put their chairs down and Dean stands. He waves to Sam and Eileen as they make their way up the beach. Jack is picking his way along the pull of lowtide, head tipped to the hazy sky.

The water is nice after a day soaking up the sun and Dean has always been a good swimmer. His strokes cut cleanly through the ocean as he finally comes to Cas. The former angel has a smile all for him and Dean bobs close. “You’re gonna be a full-on mermaid by the end of this trip,” Dean jokes.

Cas blinks at him. The saltwater has his hair plastered to his head except where it’s drawn into spiky tufts. Dean can’t decide whether he wants to smooth it down or mess it up further. “Mermaids aren’t real.”

Dean is about to roll his eyes and tell Cas that he knows that, of course, when he catches the hint of a smile on his face. “You’re such an asshole,” he says instead, scooping his hand to splash Cas.

He laughs brightly at the spray and Dean’s breath catches, like being caught in the undertow. Like a riptide pulling you further and further, to the black of the depth. Like drowning.

Cas is winding up to splash Dean back, but Dean just catches his hand and pulls him close. It’s odd, the bouncing gravity of underwater and their toes just catching in the slip of wet sand. Cas ends up with his chest pitched up against Dean’s, hips set back.

“Sam and Eileen were talking about getting tacos,” Dean says, forehead pressed to Cas’s. Their noses nudge and trade drops of sea water.

“I like tacos,” Cas replies, ridiculously, and then they’re kissing. Dean gets his fingers into Cas’s hair and Cas’s hands tighten in the newly-freckled skin of Dean’s shoulders. The ocean laps around them gently, rocking them toward the shore and then away from it again.

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They get fish tacos. Jack discovers that he loves cilantro, unlike Dean and Sam. Cas’s hair dries funny from the seawater and Dean can’t stop running his fingers through the messy peaks, rough and slightly sticky from the salt. They end the night sprawled over the oversized couches in their rental’s living room with reruns of I Love Lucy playing in the dark. Sam and Eileen nod toward one another, eyes drifting. Jack long-since fell asleep in the armchair, curled up, with a patch of sunburn across his nose.

Dean falls asleep first, cradled in the well of Cas’s body, chest to chest. His face is burrowed in Cas’s collar, legs tangled through with his, and one hand still in Cas’s hair. Cas watches him sleep for a long stretch of time. There are the sounds of a beach town in mid-June out the window – children yelling excitedly, parents calling, bike bells and dogs barking. Cas listens and, if he pays close enough attention, between the beats of Dean’s heart, he can hear the lull of the ocean in the distance.

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