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“But on a beach somewhere, you know? Can you imagine? You, me, Cas, toes in the sand, couple of them little umbrella drinks. Matching Hawaiian shirts, obviously,” Dean recommended.
Dean’s heart races with excitement as he pulls into probably the most expensive hotel they’ve ever been in—a hotel with its own beachfront property.
“Oh, yeah,” Dean says, grinning like a cat who got the cream.
Sam and Gabriel pull up beside them, park, and peer at them through the windows.
“All right, gentlemen, let’s unload. I’ll get the room keys,” Dean advised as he walks towards the hotel.
Benny chuckles from the backseat and Cas watches Dean while exiting from the passenger side.
Two doors slam, and Sam and Gabriel get out of their car and stand, waiting.
A few minutes later, Dean rejoins them, flapping two sets of room keys at them. He hands Sam and Gabe theirs—“at the end of the row near the stairwell”—and Cas and Benny theirs, “which is near the elevators. Made sure to get three keys for ours.” They grab their luggage and bags, then head to their rooms.
Benny closes the trunk, finally grabbing his room key from Dean. “Thanks, Cher.”
“Very thoughtful, Dean,” Castiel compliments as he grabs his too.
About twenty minutes later, everyone makes it with their things into their assigned rooms. Sam and Dean text back and forth deciding what to do.
“Ok, we are ordering pizza delivery, and Sam and Gabe are gonna join us here to eat,” advises Dean, sitting at the kitchenette table, having missed Castiel and Benny making out in the bedroom.
“Oh, well,” Dean hastily texts Sam asking if they can delay an hour. Sam readily agrees.
Dean returns to the bedroom, correcting himself, “Make that in an hour.”
The two separate and look at Dean, both their eyes are dilated. Castiel’s cheeks are rosy, and both their lips are swollen from kissing.
“Don’t stop on my account, gentlemen. I am all for a show.” Dean palms his growing erection under his jeans.
“If you’re wanting a show, Beloved,” states Castiel. He pulls Benny back to his lips by his grip on the vampire’s neck. Benny quickly pushes Castiel’s jackets off his arms, and then Castiel, in turn, unbuttons Benny’s light-blue shirt, pushing it off the man’s shoulders. Benny may seem thick but he was all muscle, not overly so. His torso is nicely defined while his abdomen is relatively flat with a bit of pudge that Castiel secretly loves on the vampire. Castiel runs his fingertips down the middle of Benny’s chest and abdomen, then runs his fingertips along his waistband.
Dean begins to strip—taking off both shirts at once—and toes his shoes and socks off. He pulls his belt through the loops, enjoying the show his partners are putting on.
Benny begins unbuttoning Castiel’s shirt and the angel helps, removing it and throwing it on the floor.
Benny chuckles at his haste. “What’s wrong, Angel, impatient?”
Castiel huffs at him, rolling his eyes before smirking.
Dean has always enjoyed Castiel’s body—broad shoulders, well-built with muscled arms and matching pecs. Castiel’s abdomen hints at the muscles underneath that are revealed when he is much more active, especially with those thighs.
Dean whines at the thought, dragging the vampire and angel’s attention back to him.
“Oh, Dean. You’re welcome to join.” Benny pats next to him.
Dean grins and wiggles his eyebrows as he walks over to the king-size bed.
🍍🦀🧽⭐️🦑 ONE HOUR LATER…🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕
Dean lay on the bed on his stomach, typing on his cell. “Order is in. Should be here in less than an hour.”
He texts Sam, relaying the information, and offers for them to join them once the pizza arrives. Sam agrees, leaving everyone in their own room.
Sam sighs, heavily, puts his phone on the nightstand, and flops back on the bed.
“Now, where was I?” Gabriel asks, teasingly.
Sam looks into Gabe’s golden eye with a smile. “Oh, I think I know.” He motions for Gabe to come up to him.
Over the blanket, Gabriel slowly crawls up his human’s tall, lithe form planting kisses along revealed skint.
🍕🍕🍕💋💋💋👨❤️💋👨 FIFTY-TWO MINUTES LATER…
Sam groans and slams his hand down on the nightstand a few times, searching for his phone. He wraps his fingers around it and unlocks the screen. “Pizza is here.”
“Mmmkay,” says Gabe from the bathroom.
Dean grabs plates and opens the three pizza boxes up revealing the meat lover’s, pure veggie, and pepperoni. Dean grabs a few slices of the meat lover’s and sits on the bed, flipping channels, finding something to watch. Castiel and Benny are cleaning up and making sure Benny gets fed… in the shower.
“Ha ha! Die Hard. Yes!” Dean punches the air and grabs a slice, taking a large bite.
Castiel and Benny join a few minutes later, dressed, and Castiel grabs a slice of each pizza while Benny gets everyone beers from the fridge.
“Thanks, man,” Dean thanks and plants a peck on the vampire’s cheek before he sits down.
Sam munches on his veggie pizza as Gabriel changes his slices into dessert pizzas.
“Gabe,” warns Sam.
Gabriel grunts and snaps, changing them back. He pouts and picks up the pepperoni slice then bites. He hums in surprise at how tasty it is.
Dean sloppily bites into his pieces, absorbed in the movie. Sam watches Dean watching the TV with a small smile. Gabriel sits between Sam’s legs trying to understand the entertainment value of the violent movie. Benny is cuddled up to Castiel’s side as Castiel’s thigh steadily touches Dean’s, despite Dean leaning forward in his enthrallment.
“Look, look, look.” Dean points at the screen as his favorite quote is about to be said.
Dean says in unison with John McClane, “Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker.” He laughs, then takes a swig of his beer.
Gabriel and Sam exchange a smile and look, then return to watching the TV.
As the credits rolled, Sam closes the veggie pizza and picks it up. “I’ll take this with me.”
“Good idea,” agrees Castiel.
Sam nods and heads out the room door, followed by Gabriel who winks before closing the door.
Dean stretches and yawns.
Benny wraps his arms around Dean’s waist and nuzzles into the back of his neck with a hum.
“Dude, beach, sun, ocean.”
Benny grins into Dean’s skin and kisses him. “Ok, Cher.”
Dean turns around in Benny’s arms, taking his face into his hands before pressing his lips against Benny’s. The vampire tilts his head and deepens the kiss with an appreciative hum before pulling away. “Love you, Dean.”
“Love you too, man.”
☀️🕶️🧴🌊 THE NEXT MORNING…
After breakfast and two cups of coffee for Dean, the five head to the nearby beach. Dean had bought everyone matching Hawaiian shirts and themed swim trunks before the trip. Somehow, he got everyone’s sizing correct. He loves it and demands a group selfie in front of Baby with everyone before they step on the sand with their cooler of goodies.
As Benny, Cas, and Dean lay out on their towels, they discover there is a cute little food hut a few hundred feet away, and when lunch rolls around, Sam and Gabe take everyone’s orders. It takes about half an hour before they return with the food and drinks. The seafood meals are delicious and hit the spot.
The tide comes in, so Dean finally gets into the water as he body surfs the waves. Benny and Castiel start splashing each other and when they get tired of it, they gang up on Dean who nearly drowns from being bombarded with ocean water before he can escape on land. Sam busts out laughing at their antics and makes sure Gabriel sees,
Gabe thinks it is so funny, that he thinks of joining them. Sam declines, “Oh no. I’d like to breathe air for a little bit longer than drown by splashing, Honey.”
Gabriel purses his lips, furrows his brows, and crosses his arms. Sam grins and shakes his head. “No,” he states firmly.
“Fi-i-ine,” breathes the Archangel. He gets up and goes to join the vampire and his little brother in the water as Dean goes to lay on his towel in the sun to dry off. Sam hands him an ice-cold water bottle from their cooler.
“Thanks.”
“‘Course.”
The Winchester brothers watch their partners play in the ocean.
“This is the best, Sammy.”
“It was a great idea, Dean.”
“Just needs some drinks with little umbrellas and we’re set,” contemplates Dean.
Sam smirks. “I’ll be right back.”
Dean lays back and waits in the shade of their beach umbrella.
A few minutes later, Sam returns with a mai tai and a piña colada, both with little luau-themed umbrellas just inside the large plastic cups. “Which one?” He asks Dean.
Dean sits up, eyes wide, and takes a moment to decide. He grabs the mai tai and sips on it, humming his approval.
Sam smiles and sits back down next to his brother on his own towel. “This is the best, Jerk.”
Dean grins. “Yep. Yes, it is, Bitch.”
They both chuckle and sip their drinks.