It was a rare day off, and Dean had planned a surprise—a road trip to the beach, something you’d mentioned wanting to do for ages. The summer sun was high in the sky as Baby roared down the highway, the windows down, and the radio blasting classic rock. The wind whipped through your hair as you leaned back in the passenger seat, a smile playing on your lips.

Dean glanced over at you, his own grin widening as he caught your gaze. "You look like you’re enjoying yourself," he remarked, his voice warm with affection. The ocean was still miles away, but the excitement was already bubbling between you two.

As you reached the coast, the smell of saltwater filled the air. Dean found a perfect spot near the dunes to park Baby, wanting to show off his beloved car even at the beach. The rest of the day was a blur of sunshine and laughter—Dean showing off his surfing skills (or lack thereof), the two of you building sandcastles like kids, and ending with a bonfire as the sun set over the horizon.

Dean wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as you both stared out at the ocean, the waves crashing gently against the shore. "Days like this," he murmured, his voice almost lost in the sound of the waves, "they make everything else worth it." You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of the fire and his love wrapping around you.