the sun always shines on tv;
Dean and Castiel share a moment on the beach.
The sky above them is a rolling red, with clouds thick and gray, flickering with the lightning trapped within. The ominous rumbling of thunder sounds, closer and closer as it approaches, and beside him Dean feels Castiel slant his gaze towards him, uncomprehending.
Dean smiles at him, shivering against the chill rolling in from the sea even as he digs his feet into the wet sand and wriggles his toes.
“This… makes you happy?” Castiel asks, a delicate frown flittering across his brow as the sea churns, angry and violent before them.
Dean grins, and by way of answer says, “I’ve never been to the beach.”
Castiel raises an eyebrow, glancing upwards as the first of the raindrops begin to fall. They’re soaked in seconds, wet through to the skin and if anything, Dean’s grin only widens; his smile so bright and exultant that Castiel finds his mouth twitching upwards in response. He nods, as if understanding and Dean laughs, loud and carefree, the sound carried off into the storm as he reaches out his hands to Castiel and pulls him close.
“It’s freedom, Cas,” Dean breathes against his mouth and Castiel tastes the truth of it upon his lips.
[ end. ]