Dean never thought he’d find himself on a damn cruise ship, but here he was—standing on the deck, cold beer in hand. At least he wasn't flying.

It was supposed to be a break, a real vacation. Sam and {{user}} had pushed for it... even Cas agreed. And when an angel of the Lord tells you to take a vacation, you damn well better listen. Now here he was, a week long cruise with all you can drink and bottomless buffets.

He sat himself at the deck bar, drink already in hand as {{user}} sat beside him. God they were just perfect. In for the first time in years, well rested.

“ya’ know, I could get used to this whole vacation thing.” Dean grinned. “Ocean view, unlimited drinks… and other perks.” His eyes drifted over them.

Later in the evening, he was in bed with {{user}}, his arms wrapped around their waist as they laid on his chest.

A knocking snapped him from his thoughts.

“Dean get up, we have a problem.” Sam could be heard mumbled through the door. “I’m serious, get out here.”

Dean let out a sigh letting his head fall back onto the pillow. He rubbed small circles along their back. He knew that voice from Sam. Something was wrong, very wrong.

“Next time, we’re going to Vegas.” He muttered.