you smile as you and dean walk along the beach, finding a spot to lay your stuff. you lay your towel out and look at each other, grinning.

dean pulls his shirt off, expecting you to do the same. you just stand there for a second, smiling, before you hesitantly pull down your shorts and unbutton your cover up. leaving you in your bikini. your arms subconsciously go around your stomach as you look back up at him.

“hey, baby, why’re you doing that?” he says as he walks over and moves your arms, replacing them with his hands.