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#if you'd enjoy a bonus scene please consider imagining sam insisting cas has to wear an aloha shirt
for @starrynightdeancas' milestone celebration! congratulations <3 and happy beachday, dean winchester.
Dean's the one who laces their fingers together, but it's okay because Cas lifts their entwined hands and kisses Dean's knuckles right after.
"I love you." Cas tells him, soft.
His cheeks burn.
(Sunscreen isn't very effective against unprompted adoration, is it?)
Dean squeezes Cas's hand, eyes cast down to contain a shy smile. There's a shallow, retreating wave under his feet — the sun setting after a glorious, long day. Sand between his toes. And the evening breeze tingles at the back of his neck, reminding him of mornings when he gets to wake up to Cas wrapped around him, his breath warm (and only a little ticklish) down Dean's tshirt.
No reason to hold back anymore, he tells himself, and lets himself smile.
"You look happy." Cas says after a beat. There's a smile in his voice as well.
"Well, you know me." Dean throws back, turning to meet Cas's eyes, and perhaps taking a beat to marvel at them. It never gets old. Maybe because he still can't believe he gets this. Walking on the beach with the love of his life, content with the knowledge that his family is safe — Sam and Eileen are a little further in the water, taking their first surf class (nerds) and Jack is collecting seashells with Miracle (Dean keeps seeing them occasionally, and then they disappear in the crowd again) — he still can't believe they made it.
"Huh?"
Dean grins. "I'm Dean Winchester, babe. I'm an Aquarius." The words come back as easy as an old habit. "I like sunsets, long walks on the beach, and Hawaiian-shirt-wearing angels of the lord."
"I still don't understand why I have to wear this." Cas remarks mildly. "Sam insisted rather peculiarly that I must."
"That's 'cause sometimes he pays attention." Dean shrugs, leaning in to kiss Cas's cheek, because he can, and because it's proved on occasion to be an effective distraction against a lengthy dismantling of the why's and how's of every element of their now-human lives.
Cas almost certainly gets he's being dismissed, in sorts, but he's clearly willing to go with it because he meets Dean's lips with his own in an easy, lingering kiss.
Then, they resume walking. And maybe Dean swings their hands a little more — if nothing, then for the delightful laugh Cas lets out when he does it.
Maybe, he's happy.
And maybe, sometimes, that makes all the difference.
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