I Don't Talk Much (Destiel fanfic)

Chapter 13. Beach Fun

The next day, Dean woke up early. He jumped out of bed, pulling on a pair of red swim shorts and a long sleeve white t-shirt. He shoved a change of clothes into a bag and put in his cell phone. Running downstairs, he smiled to Bobby and Ellen.
"You're in a rush," Ellen laughed. Dean grinned at her.
"Bye! I'll be b-back in like a b-bunch of hours," he said, running out the door. Bobby and Ellen laughed after him.
Dean jumped in his car, turning on the radio and driving to Cas' house. When he got there, he turned off the car and clambered out and started rapping on the front door energetically. The door was opened by a half asleep Michael in bright pink boxers.
"Dean...? So early..." he muttered. Dean grinned, then Cas came running down the stairs. He was wearing sky blue swimming shorts and a long sleeve black shirt, with a grey messenger bag over his shoulder. He ran down and kissed Dean, and Michael just dragged away and fell onto the couch. Cas laughed at him, then smiled at Dean. Dean took his hand.
"You ready?" He asked. Cas grinned, nodding excitedly. Dean walk out to the car, Cas in tow, and put him in the car. He then climbed in to the drivers seat, turning on the car and backing out. Cas took control of the radio, adjusting the tuner. Dean glanced at him as he drove, smiling. Cas sang along quietly.
"(I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun,
An angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun..)
Get out your guns, battle's begun,
are you a saint, or a sinner?
If love's a fight, then I shall die,
with my heart on a trigger.
They say before you start a war,
you better know what you're fighting for.
Well baby, you are all that I adore,
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be.
I'm an angel with a shotgun,
fighting 'til the war's won,
I don't care if heaven won't take me back.
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe.
Don't you know you're everything I have?
..and I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.
Sometimes to win, you've got to sin,
don't mean I'm not a believer.
..and major Tom, will sing along.
Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer.
They say before you start a war,
you better know what you're fighting for.
Well baby, you are all that I adore,
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be.
I'm an angel with a shotgun,
fighting 'til the war's won,
I don't care if heaven won't take me back.
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe.
Don't you know you're everything I have?
..and I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.
ooooohhhhhhhh, ooooooohhhhh whoa whoa oooh whoa
I'm an angel with a shotgun..
fighting 'til the war's won..
I don't care if heaven won't take me back..
I'm an angel with a shotgun,
fighting til' the war's won,
I don't care if heaven won't take me back.
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe.
Don't you know you're everything I have?
(I'm an angel with a shotgun)
..and I, want to live, not just survive, tonight.
(Live, not just survive)
..and I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight.
They say before you start a war,
you better know what you're fighting for.
Well baby, you are all that I adore,
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be," Cas sang, and Dean smiled as he finished the song, rubbing Cas' hair gently. Cas grinned and Dean leaned over, kissing his cheek.
"You gonna be my angel with a shotgun, Cassie?" Dean said fondly.
"Always," Cas said gently, kissing his cheek. Dean smiled widely and looked back at the road. Cas looked down at his lap as the next song came on. Hot Blooded by Foreigner. Dean sang along loudly.
"Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded
You don't have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind
Honey you oughta know
Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what you're doin' after the show
Now it's up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you, I'll show you lovin' like you never knew
That's why, I'm hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, hot blooded
If it feels alright, maybe you can stay all night
Shall I leave you my key?
But you've got to give me a sign, come on girl, some kind of sign
Tell me, are you hot mama? you sure look that way to me
Are you old enough? will you be ready when I call you bluff?
Is my timing right? did you save your love for me tonight?
Yeah I'm hot blooded, check it and see
Feel the fever burning inside of me
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded, I'm hot
Now it's up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?
Oh, before we do, you'll have to get away from you know who
Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded
Hot blooded, every night
Hot blooded, you're looking so tight
Hot blooded, now you're driving me wild
Hot blooded, I'm so hot for you, child
Hot blooded, I'm a little bit high
Hot blooded, you're a little bit shy
Hot blooded, you're making me sing
Hot blooded, for your sweet sweet thing," Dean sang, beating on the steering wheel. Cas laughed.
"You hot blooded babe?" He teased, and Dean laughed.
"Only for you," he said mockingly. Cas laughed and kissed his jawline, hand moving down his neck. Dean smiled, then slapped him away.
"I'm driving!" Dean scolded. Cas sighed and dropped his hand, turning away. Dean laughed as the next song came on.
"I can't fight this feeling any longer
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship, has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show
I tell myself that I can't hold out forever
I said there is no reason for my fear
Cause I feel so secure when we're together
You give my life direction
You make everything so clear
And even as I wander
I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might
And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crushing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore
My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you
I've been running round in circles in my mind
And it always seems that I'm following you, girl
Cause you take me to the places that alone I'd never find
And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might
And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crushing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore," the radio sang, and Dean ran his hand up Cas' back.
"Cassie, I can't fight this feeling anymore. Can you?" He said sweetly, and he heard Cas stifle a laugh. Dean rubbed Cas' shoulders until he turned and kissed Dean's cheek. Dean laughed and watched the road, turning onto a side road. They could see the beach just ahead of them. Cas bounced excitedly and Dean laughed as he pulled into a little lot. They jumped out and Cas pulled a bag with towels and sunscreen out, and Dean grabbed a cooler full of drinks and food. They ran to the beach and laid out towels. Dean sat down and Cas sat next to him. Dean kissed his neck and moved up to his jaw. Cas smiled with his eyes closed as Dean kissed his cheek, then kissed his lips. Cas kissed back, smiling against his lips. When they pulled apart, Cas looked at the water with suspicion. Dean laughed and pulled him to his feet, dragging him to the water. Cas stumbled behind him, his feet splashing into the water. Dean went deeper, his hand yanking out of Cas' when he pulled to a stop. Dean tripped and fell face first into the water. Cas laughed when he shot back up with eyes closed, rubbing the water out. Dean opened his eyes, running to Cas and flinging him over his shoulder, splashing deeper and deeper as Cas screamed and pounded his back. Dean took him and threw him a few feet in front of him. Cas stood, hair dripping and hanging in front of his eyes. Dean laughed and pointed at him, so Cas barreled into his stomach, knocking him back into the three foot deep water, where Dean struggled and bubbled, writhing under the water until Cas let him up. He sat up with a gasp, laughing and leaning back onto his elbows.
"Dean you're a jerk!" Cas announced, and Dean laughed even harder.
"It was fun though!" He argued, and Cas laughed, leaning back against him. They sat in the water quietly for a while, then a large wave came and crashed into their faces, making them fall over. Dean grunted as he went under and Cas was shot to the shore. Dean sat up as Cas laid on his back, staring at the sky with a happily dazed expression. Dean walked up to him, and Cas looked at him.
"That was fun," he laughed,
and Dean took his hand with a smile. They waded deeper until the water was to their chins, and Cas turned to Dean.
"I gotta t-tell you something Dean," he started and Dean turned to look at him.
"I-" he began, but was hit with a wave and went under. Dean grabbed at him as he was pulled deeper by the current.
"Can't swim!!!" Cas finished as a scream as he was pulled deeper. Dean cursed and swam after him. Cas struggled to keep his head above water, which had now gotten past six feet. He would sink down, hit the bottom, push back up, take a breath, and sink down again. Dean reached him, ducking under the water and lifting Cas by his waist. Dean's head was fully under the water as he pulled Cas to the shore. Cas could tell that Dean couldn't hold his breath much longer and helped as much as he could, paddling his arms to get them faster. Once they had gotten where the two of them could stand, Dean let go of Cas and dragged himself closer to shore. Once he got where the water was about two feet deep, he dropped to his knees, breathing heavily. Cas got next to him and rubbed his back comfortingly.
"Don't... scare me... like t-that..." Dean panted, pulling Cas into a hug. Cas shook, crying, and nodded. Dean closed his eyes, kissing the top of Cas' head.
"I-I'm sorry," Cas cried. Dean shushed him.
"It's alright, I w-wasn't mad... you just scared me is all. I don't wanna lose you," he said. Cas pulled away, taking his hand and kissing it.
"You'll n-never lose me," he whispered. Dean smiled and tilted up his head, kissing him.
The rest of the trip was spent in shallow water, with Dean teaching Cas how to swim that involved lots of laughing, falling, splashing, and water in the eyes. Late in the day they decided to head home, drying off and switching into fresh shirts and shorts. They got in the car, Cas curled into the passenger seat and Dean in the drivers seat. The ride home was quiet and serene, and by the time they reached Dean's house, Cas was asleep and Dean was about to pass out. Shutting off the car, Dean went around and picked Cas up, carrying him inside and collapsing on the sofa with him. He heard Bobby and Ellen walking around the house, but ignored them, sleeping enveloping him like his arms enveloped Castiel. Loosely, but securely and safely. And it felt like home.

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Been a while, eh? Sorry about that. But guess what?! Today is my birthday!!!! I would like you to guess how old I am judging by my writing. :) just wondering what you think! Also, they just needed to sing. I just needed to sing. My fingers needed to sing their way across the keyboard.

~ Moosifer

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