jemariel:

On A Beach Somewhere…

The sun is warm, but the breeze is cool, and it flutters Cas’s feathers when he spreads them to catch the rays. The sand is also very warm, but when he wriggles his toes underneath, he finds coolness there too. Such a dichotomy, this place. He’s starting to understand why Dean wanted to come here.

Dean. Dean who is currently several yards out into the ocean, fluffing and fluttering his brand new golden wings — Michael’s, technically — in the ocean waves with obvious glee. Dean. Warm affection washes over Cas as he watches the sun glint off bronzed skin and burnished feathers.

<Cas, buddy, you gotta try this. This feels awesome.>

Cas smiles — can’t help it — and sends a gentle stroke down the bond between them. <You’re going to get sand in some very uncomfortable places.>

<Yeah, but you’ll help me wash it all off, right?> Dean says with a rush of heat that has nothing to do with the sunshine.

<I was talking about your feathers.>

The heat doesn’t dissipate; in fact it glows brighter. <Even better. C’mon Cas, get in here.>

Cas watches his mate dive into a butterfly stroke under a large wave, come up on the other side and lift his wings to the sky. He shakes the water from them in a fine rainbow mist.

<Okay,> Cas says, and with a swish of his own wings he is plunged suddenly rib-deep into frigid ocean water. Had he been human, he certainly would have been shocked to the bone, but as it is he just lets himself to enjoy the refreshing cool.

He spies Dean floating a few arm lengths away, treading water and letting his wings fan out along the surface, washing in the waves. Cas dives under the surface, pinches his wings in sleek, and aims for Dean’s waist, dangling below the surface of the water. He grabs with both arms, going limp and hauling him under the waves. The water muffles Dean’s indignant squawk.

They both come up, Dean sputtering and Cas sly, and then with a glowing grin Dean uses both wings to slosh an enormous wave of water in Cas’s face.

Now it’s Cas’s turn to splutter and spit, but Dean is howling with laughter, and his wings are golden and his eyes glowing emerald in all the blue. Cas squints at him, then launches at him, and they battle furiously for dominance, all sparkling sprays of water and feathers flying.

When they finally calm down — no one really declared winner but both feeling smug — he and Dean are nose to nose, and the arches of their wings intertwine. The curve of Dean’s waist calls to Cas’s hands, and they settle there.

“Come back to shore with me,” he murmurs low under the surging sounds of the ocean.

Dean swallow and grins. “You gonna make me?”

Cas considers for just a moment, then with a whoosh they land back on the beach, Dean’s wings fanned out over the sand — just as golden — and Cas’s arched overhead, shading them.

“Now who’s gonna get sand in my feathers?” Dean grouses, grinning and affectionate.

“I’ll help you groom them,” Cas promises. Dean’s eyes go dark, heavy with the lust Cas can feel washing through his mate — or is that his own? Sometimes it’s difficult to tell.

Cas settles more firmly on top of Dean, slotting their legs together in the sand and closing his wings over both of them. Dean’s wings come up to embrace Cas’s in a cool, dark cocoon of feathers, and Cas leans down to drink deeply of Dean’s kisses.

A solid Thwak to Cas’s side startles him halfway up, and it’s followed by panting breaths and four sandy paws trampling over their bodies.

“Hey lovebirds!” Sam’s voice calls over the waves. “Wanna play?”

Cas blinks down at the colorful disk laying in the sand right before the playful long-haired puppy Sam has dubbed Poker snags the Frisbee and runs full-tilt back toward Sam.

Dean’s ribs are shaking with laughter; Cas can feel it where they are still touching, can sense the bright ripples down their bond. “Sure Sammy,” he calls out. “Just a sec.”

Cas feels Dean’s fingers on his cheek, gritty with sand. He turns to look into Dean’s deep green eyes. “Whaddya think, Cas? Was I right about this or what?”

With the sun on his wings, and Dean’s grin rivaling its brightness, Cas agrees.

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