Sandstorms- Destiel- Supernatural

The Beach

Castiel pulled up in a red Volvo. It was small, and sort of awkward, very Cas-like.

Dean decided he should stop using Cas-like to describe things.

He grabbed his army-green back-pack and headed out the door of the apartment, mumbling a lazy goodbye to Sam.

He grinned at the shorter man behind the wheel, climbing into the passenger seat.

"Howdy." he said.

He watched as Castiel gave him a small, shy smile and blushed.

His blue eyes sparkled with nervousness and delight, and he reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a CD marked 'Bona Drag: Morrissey', and slid it into the car's CD player.

Dean wasn't surprised.

They pulled out of the driveway and started down the road, to the nearest coastline.

Then, Dean was surprised when Castiel rolled down all the windows and pulled out a cigarette and a travel lighter.

He caught him staring and blushed.

"Does it bother you?" he tried, but Dean had already pulled out his pack of Marlboro's and was gesturing for Castiel to light em' up.

After taking a puff, Dean let his arm drape over the side of the window, and he stared at the scenery.

"You just don't seem like the kinda guy who smokes, is all."

The song 'Everyday is like a Sunday.' was on, and Dean thought it was particularly funny how dramatic the dude was. He wanted a nuclear bomb to blow up his town? Weirdo.

Castiel grinned at him.

He loved how carefree Dean looked as he brought the cigarette between his lips and inhaled slowly. It was hot.

The sun came in through the open car windows and illuminated Dean's features with utmost detail.

He was moving his head ever so slightly to the beat of the song.

In this moment, Castiel thought Dean might be the most perfect being in the world, or he was imagining him.

"Can you switch the CD for me?" he asked, quietly.

"Sure." said Dean, reaching into the glove department.

"You can choose."

Dean pulled out 'The Best Of Leonard Cohen' and switched the CD's.

Castiel smiled at him.

"So you're a Leonard sort of guy, too?"

"He's pretty cool. Really classic. I don't know, I've always found him sorta comforting y'know?"

He beamed.

"Yes! Exactly!"

Dean chuckled as the fresh cool breeze blew into the car and he took another drag.

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After about an hour of chit-chat, The Smiths, and cigarettes, they were there.

Dean opened up his door and hopped out, grabbing his bag.

He stood in the parking lot, and stared at the beach before him, letting the sun and the wind welcome him.

Castiel heard 'I Melt With You.' in his head again.

He blushed and grabbed his blanket and his sketchbook, just in case.

He motioned for Dean to follow him down to his favorite spot and they lied out the blanket.

They set all their things nicely , and then Dean was taking his shoes and socks off, and rolling up his jeans.