A/N: I was not comfortable writing smut atm… but yeah. Anyway, it's over (OMG) I am not too sure how to feel about this. But thank you for those that read them and the continuous support.

P.S. This is a really crappy ending, but I just wanted to finish it. Forgive me please!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Day 30 - Doing Something Hot

It was the hottest day that he had ever lived through, Dean was sure. And if they hadn't stopped it a couple of years back, Dean would have thought the apocalypse was coming. But instead of fighting monsters of some sort, Dean found himself in swimming trunks, while trying to get sand out of his ass.

So there he was, lying on the beach, his brother floating off into the distance and Cas sitting next to him, in a pair of trunks they had forced him to wear, as he stared longingly at the ocean. "Dean, why are you not letting me go to the ocean?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of the blue waves that crashed on the sandy shore.

Dean sat up roughly while moving his sunglasses to the top of his head, spraying sand everywhere in his small moment of panic, "No," Dean refused, grabbing the angels wrist, "The last time you went into a body of water, I lost you and you lost your memory," Dean begged with his eyes for him not to go, something Cas was not used to. In this show of vulnerability, Cas was able to see the man behind the mask, who was hurt and nearly broken, who would break completely if he had to lose one more person he cared about. And despite the sadness that seeped into his soul, Cas was slightly happy that he meant so much to the hunter.

"Very well, Dean. I shall not go near the water," Cas finally agreed.

Dean let out a grateful smile, placing his sunglasses back in place, "I don't ever want to lose you again Cas," Dean muttered, lying back on the towel.

Cas looked at the human that made an impact on his being, "You won't lose me, Dean," Cas said, grabbing the hand of Dean, "I'll always come back for you.