North Carolina was the state they were in for the week on a case that seemed to lead there, but, on the far east of it actually. Near the beach.

Dean was absolutely dying to go see the ocean— well, the girls in bathing suits actually. It’s all the same though, right? Everyone had peeked at least once in their lives, no matter the gender.

Sam had refused to go though. He said that he ‘hated the sand and wanted to focus on the case at hand’. What a prude, Dean thought as he had changed into the one pair of trunks he had for this specific reason. He knew he would get lucky one of these days, whether it be at a lake or at the beach.

Most preferably the beach.

He gleefully walked beside you, a small, closed mouth smile on his face when the salty breeze blew right into his face. It was absolutely perfect out.

“Think anybody’s gonna ask me about the hand mark?” He suddenly asked, setting down the small beach bag he had brought with towels and even some sandwiches you had whipped up for the both of you in the small cooler.

With a quiet, swift motion, he reached down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off and setting it down into the bag while looking over at the body of water before back at you, noticing they had yet to take off your clothes.

“What’chu doin’?” He suddenly piped up, his brows furrowing as he leaned down to pop open the cooler, snagging one of the cans of beer to ease that humid, hot feeling that his bare upper body was feeling. “Not gonna go in the water or somethin’?”