This is for Rinny Rin Rin, because I kind of broke her heart with my latest one-shot.
"I wish to go to the beach."
Dean looked up from his computer with a slight crease in his brow,
"The beach?" he asked incredulously, raising a single eyebrow.
Castiel stood at the foot of the dingy motel bed, his tan trench coat hanging smoothly on his shoulders. He tilted his head, staring intently at the hunter.
"Yes, Dean, the beach. I heard a young man say that the beach was 'where it's at.' I was confused. Where what's at? I would like to find out."
The angel waved his hand noncommittally, turning to pace around the room, observing the tackily themed walls and drapes.
"He didn't mean anything by it, Cas. It's just a saying."
Castiel paused in his steps, cocking his head. He didn't turn to face the hunter.
"Is that right? Well, that is of no consequence. I would like to see the beach either way. I've never had the pleasure to go," he said in a contemplative tone, less like he was speaking to Dean and more like he was thinking out loud.
Dean's face contorted in a split second expression of shock. He set his laptop aside, rising from the dingy mattress. He approached the angel slowly, one hand slightly outstretched, as if he wasn't sure if Cas was speaking the truth or not.
"Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. You're how many thousands of years old, and you've never been to the beach?"
Cas turned and gave Dean a withering look.
"I've been alive for millennia."
"Yeah, like that makes much of a difference."
Cas shot him a confused look, as if he was wondering what was so funny. Dean supposed he was.
"Would you take me?" Cas asked, a slightly hopeful lilt to his voice. His head inclined slightly so that he could look straight into Dean's eyes.
"Can't you mojo yourself there or something?"
"I supposed I could spend a bit of time with you."
There was a slight tension in his lower lip, as if he was pouting. His wide, pleading eyes could rival even Sam's puppy dog look.
Dean had to admit it was a bit cute.
Whoa, hold up there, big boy, he berated himself. Where the hell did that come from? Angels aren't cute.
But as he kept staring with a full-on Puppy Pout, Dean could feel his slight aggravation fading.
"Fine," he grumbled, looking away and raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "Fan-fucking-tastic. We're not even by the coast!"
He continued grumbling, even as he packed his bags and picked up his phone to call Sam.
"Why is there a need to pack your things? Are we not going to just 'mojo' ourselves there, as you so eloquently put it?" Cas asked curiously, watching the hunter shove the things scattered about the room in a haphazard manner.
Dean looked up from his black duffel.
"Nuh-uh, bub. Last time you did that I didn't shit for a week."
"I could aide you with that."
Dean didn't even respond. He just shook his head and went back to packing.
After everything was set and done and Sam informed, they hopped in the impala and set west, for the coast.
Dean chose Oregon, not just because it was closer, but because California was way too overrated, and crowded. He would give Cas a good, relaxing experience, not one filled with screaming children and overcrowded sand.
It took a good ten hours, and by the end of the ride Dean was just about ready to call Michael a dickwad, just so that he could get smote and not have to live through Cas's constant questioning.
"I don't understand, why is he asking for someone to pour sugar on him? Is it… an exfoliator?" the angel questioned, listening intently to the music playing on the old radio.
"He's not… it's not… I… just listen to the damn song, okay Cas?"
He had to admit it was a bit endearing. The angel asked more questions than a two year old.
"Wait, it feels like the first time for wh-"
Dean hastily flicked the radio off as they pulled into the deserted parking lot.
"And here we are!" he declared with mock enthusiasm.
The beach was nice, the sand smooth and the waves low and gentle. Cas took a few hesitant steps forward, a growing look of wonder gracing his features.
"This is a beach?" he asks, slightly awed by the beautiful sight.
They had left late the previous night, and had made it just in time for the sunrise. The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, leaving the sky a soft hue of molten gold. Dean had to admit that the scene was impressive. He yawned a great big open-mouthed back-arched yawn, stretching his arms above his head.
"There, you've seen the damn beach. Can we get a motel now?" he pleaded. Dean was justifiably tired, having driven for almost ten hours straight. His legs were cramped and his back ached with a fury.
"What do people do here?" the angel asked, ignoring the hunter's whine.
Dean thought for a moment.
"Well, I guess they just kind of hang around and relax. Some people swim and stuff."
"Swim?" Cas asked curiously.
"Yeah, they get in the water and splash around. You know, swim."
Cas walked forward until his dress shoes just touched the tip of the wet sand.
"I've never swam before," he said, looking to Dean with a silent question in his eyes.
"Was that you asking me to teach you?" Dean asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
Biting the inside of his lip softly, the angel blinked owlishly.
"If… you could," he seemed to think for a moment. "Please."
Dean sighed wearily. He knew Cas wouldn't let this one go, and swimming always was a good skill to have.
"Alright. Get that stupid coat off and strip down to your boxers."
Cas looked down to his clothing confusedly.
"You don't want them to get wet, do ya?" Dean teased.
The angel seemed to mull over the idea for a second.
"I would suppose you'd be right," and with that acknowledgement, Cas's clothes were gone from his body and folded neatly in the sand. He was left in plain, generic navy blue boxers.
Dean's eyes scanned over the angel's body, and he couldn't help but notice how lithe and toned it was. He was all lean muscle and striking angles. He wondered how different it would be if it was Cas's body beneath his strong frame instead of a woman, who were all soft curves.
Dean jolted. He couldn't think like that. Cas was a guy and not to mention an angel. He couldn't just go thinking dirty shit about the guy.
Turning, Dean quickly stripped down to his red plaid boxers, shivering slightly from the early morning breeze.
"Alright, Cas. Get in the water," he commanded, pointing towards the large expanse of water.
Cas looked hesitant.
"Shouldn't you… brief me, or something of that like?" he asked nervously.
"Brief you on what? Just get in the water. I'll teach you from there."
Castiel eased into the cool water, but hesitated again when he was waist-deep.
"C'mon, Cas. We're going to have to get a bit deeper here," Dean urged, unable to resist prodding the small of the raven haired man's back with a guiding hand.
Cas pressed into his arm, curling slightly into Dean's warmth. Later, Dean would deny the fact that he pulled the angel even closer.
Dean was a good teacher. He was patient, and he knew when to push Cas to do something more complicated and when to hold back. Within the next two hours, Cas was paddling about in chest-deep water, a small smile of wonder on his face.
Dean looked on in satisfaction, taking in the newfound skill that his student had. Observing didn't last long though, and soon he was being pulled in by an angel turned mermaid.
They splashed about, chuckling lowly and playfully dunking each other.
Just as Dean was about to suggest they get out to dry in the now warm mid-morning sun, Cas came up and pounced on Dean. It was meant to be a playful jump, but the angel put a bit more force into it than he had realized and sent them both over into the water. Dean twisted to pull the angel up from the depths, but in his maneuvering their crotches ended up rubbing together with slight friction. Both men gasped as they burst forth from the ocean's depths.
"Um…" Dean mumbled, not releasing Cas from his hold.
Cas shifted slightly, and their cocks brushed through the thin fabric of their boxers, a bit firmer than before. Dean gasped and Cas let out a breathy little moan.
"That was… kind of hot," Dean blurted out, clamping his mouth shut after the offending sentence left his mouth. Damn, he told himself that he wouldn't think of Cas like that. Angels were ethereal beings, not someone that Dean could be in a relationship with.
Dean had long ago accepted the fact that he was just a little bit in love with the angel, and ruled him the exception and not the rule. That didn't mean that he didn't try to push any thoughts of taking it further from his mind, though.
"Dean?" he heard the angel breathe.
"The pizza man kissed the woman, correct? She made the noise I just made and he kissed her. Does that mean you have to kiss me?"
It was such an innocent question, and Dean knew that Cas was being serious, not flirtatious.
"Do… do you want me to?" the hunter asked hesitantly, his eyes flicking down to the angel's lips. A small bead of water slid its way to the seam of the man's lips.
"I think it would be… most pleasurable," the angel admitted.
Nodding hastily in agreement, Dean bent down and pressed his lips to Cas's. They were warm and chapped, and they tasted like the salt of the ocean. Cas hummed and pressed himself a little firmer against the hunter. He was eager but a bit inexperienced, though Dean supposed that was all right. It was still one hell of a kiss.
Each kiss became more and more heated, and hands began to wander. They roamed slick backs and ribs and stomachs and faces and dripping wet hair. Soft breathy moans escaped through their small gasps for air between kisses, and both of their minds were blissfully blank. Their cocks wept from the intensity of their arousal, and it was Dean who made the first move to relieve their straining members.
He reached down and cupped Cas's cock through his soaking boxers. The fabric clung to the angel's skin, and Dean could feel every inch of the man's penis. He rubbed gently, circling his palm in firm little circles, his lips mouthing at Cas's pulse.
The angel's moans increased in volume, though he tried to stifle them against the hunter's hair. He placed his hand just over Dean's mark on his shoulder and they both jolted as electric pleasure flowed through them.
"Dean…" Cas moaned, a low rumbling sigh. "What… about… you?"
Dean smirked, pulling away from his friend's neck. He didn't even pause in his ministrations as he responded.
"Oh, I have an idea."
They never did get to go to that motel to sleep. It didn't matter. Dean wasn't tired anymore anyway.
If you guys really want me to continue it, I will. Admittedly, I'm not really all knowing in gay buttsex, considering I'm a teenage girl, but if you guys want some intense smut, tell me and I'll do my best.