Comparatively speaking, Dean Winchester has unquestionably decided that summer is his favorite season. Besides the commonly known fact that warm weather can keep a vehicle's paint-job in tip-top shape, the older of the two Winchester brothers always seems to be more at ease when there is the chance he can relax in the bright summer sun.
When granted a day away from his normally hectic schedule, Dean is always quick to dust off his fishing gear, and whisk you into the Impala for a trip towards the nearest secluded pond. Upon your arrival, he looks on as you run down an old dock, the sounds of the creaking wood beneath your feet bringing him into a blissful state of inner peace.
Watching as Dean effortlessly casts his line, you sit beside him, dangling your toes into the clear water below. If only for a few moments, the serenity of the surrounding scenery never fails to change his 'tough-as-nails' persona into something a bit more... happy-go-lucky.
"It's always nice to take a mini-vacation." you would sigh, leaning back onto your outstretched arms, allowing the sun to warm your skin.
"I want to create a life that I don't need a vacation from, [Y/N]." Dean would reply with a small chuckle, leaning over to kiss your temple as he slowly reeled-in his fishing-line. "...and as long as you're here beside me, I think I'll be able to make that dream come true."
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Castiel:
AlthoughCastiel isn't particularly a fan of the hot, humid weather, he can't help but to partake in some of the fun summer activities.
Hey... who knows, maybe the blue-eyed angel wants to finally experience some of the summer-time euphoria that everyone seems to gush about.
On the nights when the weather is absolutely beautiful, you hop into Castiel's '78 Lincoln, and drive until the city-lights are just a distant memory. As the sun begins to set in the west, you help him search for a clearing in the woods, hoping that you might be able to construct a campsite. Needless to say, you both soon abandon the task at hand, quickly becoming entranced as the fireflies begin to flutter amongst the enormous span of trees.
Deciding that it would be a waste of valuable alone-time, you make the mutual decision to share the leather backseat of Cas' car; rather than unpack all of your camping gear. Molding Castiel's trench coat into the shape of an impromptu pillow, you snuggle close, and shut your eyes, focusing on the sound of his even breathing.
"Cas?" you would question in a near whisper, moving your head to rest underneath his chin. "What do you wish for at night?"
"I don't, [Y/N]." he would reply, his scratchy voice lulling you into a state of near unconsciousness. "I am already holding you in my arms. What else could I possibly wish for?"
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Sam:
Though his childhood summer vacations were spent in a different manner than most, Sam Winchester can't help but to feel excited for the promise of summer-time nostalgia.
As the summer season comes to a head, Sam allows his inner 'child' to break free. Securing your left hand in his right, the hazel-eyed Winchester would pull you towards the Impala, making sure to snatch Dean's car-keys from within the War Room on your way out. Together, you drive for miles, roaring past bright green road-markers and random burnt-out farm houses, before coming upon your planned destination; a summer fair positioned smack-dab in the middle of a tiny, 'blink-and-you'll-miss-it,' town.
After briefly stopping at some of the small, scarcely placed booths, Sam would cheerily lead you to a mini-golf course for a "friendly" game of putt-putt.
...obviously, you kicked his ass.
"I absolutely love the summer!" you told the hazel-eyed man excitedly, walking down the cobblestone sidewalk, and holding out your ice-cream cone in offering.
"I do too, [Y/N]." Sam started with a nod, sweeping his tongue around the sugary sweet treat. "Summer is the season for dreamers." Brushing the hair away from your face, he gazed lovingly into your eyes. "...and my dreams live within you."
