Supernatural

Chapter Twenty-Eight Costume Change

"Uh, what?" I ask and follow her. She stops and turns back around.

"Your bathing suit?" She answers, and looks at me, confused. I'm shocked for a second and I hear laughs behind me. I ignore them and shake my head.

"Uh, no. Sorry, sweetheart. I don't do shorts." She puts a hand on her hip and makes a face at me. I try not to be effected by her body as she talks.

"Dean, you aren't going to the beach in biker boots and jeans. We're getting you a suit." She says in a tone that means no argument, but I've never been good at listening.

"Ang, I-"

"Nope. You're getting a suit. That's it. I don't care if I have to put the suit on you myself, but you're wearing it." I shrug.

"Well, I don't mind that part, but I don't see where the swim trunks come into it." I see a smile pull at the corners of her mouth, but she shakes her head. Then a light seems to twinkle in her eyes and she takes a couple of steps towards me. She stands in front of me and pulls her hair over her right shoulder.

"Please, Green Eyes?" She pleads with her doe eyes and I gulp. I lick my lips and shake my head. She runs a hand down my arm and takes my hand in hers. "Come on. It's just for a few hours. It's not a big deal. I'm sure you would look great." I cock my head a bit.

"True, but all you really need to do to see me naked is ask." She huffs slightly and then leans against me. She moves my hand onto her lower back and I can't help but rub my thumb over her soft skin.

"Please?" She asks and bites her lip. I stare at her for what feels like a lifetime.

"Damn it, fine." Her face instantly lights up and she reaches up and gives me a kiss on the lips.

"Thank you." She says and hurries into the dressing room as if I'll change my mind. I feel an arm being wrapped around my shoulders and look to my side to see who it is. Sam's hair tickles my neck, so I don't even have to look to know it's him.

"Man. You are so-"

"Shut up." I tell him and give him a light shove. He lets go of me laughing. At that moment Angela comes out wearing just her tank top and holding the tags to her bathing suit in one hand and the rest of her clothes in the other. She comes up to us and looks at Sam's smug grin.

"Don't think you're getting out of this either." At that I burst out laughing. I point at him and then lean over with my hands on my knees. Unlike me, Sam doesn't resist. He looks like he's getting ready to, but then lets it go and nods. She smiles and goes on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "Thanks for not putting up a fight." She says and then shoots a side glance at me. I hold out my hands and feign innocence. She smiles slightly and then drags us both over to the men's area, grabbing Cas on the way.

"I don't quite understand these things." Cas holds up a speedo. "It would hardly cover-" I put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Okay, Cas. We really, really don't need to know that information." He nods once and puts the speedo down.

"You're getting one too Cas. Pick whichever one you like. On me." At that I shake my head.

"No deal. It's on me." She looks at me from a couple of rows over.

"Green Eyes, I-" I interrupt her with a hand.

"Not budging on this. I got it." She presses her lips together while looking at me, but then nods.

"Thank you." I nod back at her and look down at the trunks in front of me with distaste. I look over at Cas again and see him examining a pair of neon orange swim trunks. I immediately start shaking my head.