guys on beach

“You Saved Me.” Ethan Imagine

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“Hey, baby!” Ethan engulfed you in a hug as you walked into his apartment. You reciprocated his hug and giggled as he squeezed you tighter before letting you go. “Let me grab some things and then we’ll go, okay?” Ethan asked you and you nodded to him. You and Ethan were going surfing with Grayson today. Grayson had left already saying that he had to run some errands before meeting you guys at the beach. Ethan reappeared with the things he might need later like a change of clothes and his phone charger. You both headed out the door and down the stairs to Ethan’s vehicle. Ethan opened your door before you could and you smiled at him. “He’s so sweet to me…” you thought to yourself and got in the car. He placed his things behind your seat and went to the driver side. He cranked the car and handed you his phone to sync it and play some music. You selected a few songs that always made you feel good and put his phone in your lap. Ethan rolled the windows down and laughed at you when your hair started blowing all over the place. You leaned your head out the window and yelled a few times to express your excitement. When you were fully back in the car, Ethan grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, before beaming at you. When you got to the beach, you both hopped out and grabbed your surf boards. Luckily, Grayson was just pulling in beside where Ethan had parked and was ready to surf too. You challenged them both to a race to see who could reach the shore first and Ethan won, but claimed that his prize was getting to kiss you. Ethan leaned in just as Grayson yelled, “GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” You both laughed at Grayson and continued with what you were doing before.


The three of you were having a blast together and you were all pretty good at surfing too!
After a bit of just sitting on your boards and making jokes, you saw a big wave coming. You told the boys to stay put and paddled your way out to meet the wave halfway. You surfed the tunnel wave and you knew it would be crashing in any second. You tried to make it out of the tunnel, but failed. You forgot to get a breath before it crashed on you and felt the wild ocean taking you under. Underneath the surface, it was completely and utterly silent. You felt your ankle being jerked by your board, but you couldn’t tell which way you needed to swim. You were suddenly hit by something on your head and fell unconscious.


(Ethan’s POV)

Grayson and I sat watching Y/N surf the wave and were quite impressed with how well she was doing. The wave started to crash into itself and we expected to see her resurface any second. We waited, but there was no sign of her. I looked at Grayson and told him to go to the shore and get ready to call for help if we needed it. I paddled as fast as I could to where I thought I saw Y/N last and searched frantically for her. I saw her board come up to the surface and hoped she still had her ankle band attached. I paddled to her board and after undoing my ankle band, I plunged myself underwater to follow her band. I opened my eyes to see a lifeless looking Y/N. I grabbed her around the middle and pushed her on her board, got back on mine, and pulled her back to shore. Grayson had already notified the lifeguards, so when we got to shore, they took control over the situation. One of them performed CPR on Y/N and when she started coming to, I made my way back over to her. She opened her eyes and I placed my face in what I thought would be her eyesight. “Y/N? Baby, can you hear me?” I questioned frantically with tears strolling down my face. She coughed up a bunch of water. Seriously, it was like a gallon. She refocused her eyes on mine and started crying. I tried to comfort her as best I could and I held her while she calmed down. “Ethan, what happened?” She addressed me. I explained to her, and the lifeguards who were still around, what had happened and how I thought the worst had become true. “I’m so sorry that this happened to you, Y/N. I should’ve went with you.” I looked down with guilt on my face. “No, Ethan.” She stated calmly. “Ethan, look at me,” she pleaded. I did as she said and she cupped my face in her hands. “Ethan, you saved me and for that I will be eternally grateful.” She placed a sweet kiss on my cheek and I smiled at her, knowing that one day I would marry this girl.

Rock On

Dean and Cas take a much-needed beach break. set in canon ‘verse, can slot in wherever you like, really…

The thing about the sea, Cas thought, was that it was, in some indefinable way, the same everywhere.

He’d seen waters lap the baked Egyptian sands, and he’d seen the shape of the brine that stretched from iceberg to colossal iceberg in the coldest Northern straits - and, now, he’d seen the cool smooth American tide giving this pebbled beach a desultory washing.

“I was picturing more of a sand, sun, sit and drink beer kind of beach,” said a gruff voice that drew nearer as its owner came to stand beside Cas. Dean had his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and a slight frown between his eyes. Castiel watched him in silence for a moment, feeling the slight smile curving over his mouth. He didn’t bother to hide it; Dean wasn’t watching him.

“What’s wrong with this place?” Castiel said, narrowing his eyes slightly against a strengthening breeze, which brought with it the strong scent of brine and seaweed.

“Oh, nothing,” Dean said. “I asked you to zap me to a beach, and you pick this one, is all. You know I don’t like taking the goddamn Angel highway. I wanted the beach to be worth it. I wanted sun.

Castiel considered him. This was not a beach that he had picked at random, but he wasn’t going to share his reasons for choosing it with Dean - not while he was in a mood like this.

“We can go home,” Castiel said, raising two fingertips towards Dean’s forehead - but Dean stopped him with a sharp look. Or rather, Castiel thought, a blunt look, that Dean just swung very hard.

“It’s fine,” Dean said tersely. He took in a deep breath, and then puffed it out, quickly. “It’s bracing.”

Castiel watched him for a moment longer - and then turned back to face the sea, quickly, when Dean flicked a glance his way.

“It’s good of you to be so forgiving,” Castiel said dryly, just in case Dean had caught the tail ends of his warm expression and was thinking about that too hard. The distraction worked.

“Yeah, well, I’m a paragon of virtue like that,” Dean said, kicking at a large pebble underfoot.

“Oh? Which virtue would that be, specifically? “

“Well,” Dean said, pausing for thought. “Forgiveness, obviously. Honesty, diplomacy… uh - geology… all your favourites.”

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Cas could hear the sound of the waves seeping through the windows. The sun was starting to come up, but only just barely, and Cas fought the urge to sneak out to the beach for the first time. He frowned, looking at Dean’s sleeping form, wishing he could sleep, too. Or just that Dean would wake up so they could finally go to the water—they had gotten in too late yesterday to go see the beach.

As if in answer to his wish, the blankets started to stir next to him. Cas stretched, his eyes landing on the mound of comforters and sheets wadded up and heaping. The angel’s chin dipped to his chest as he viewed his naked toes where his own blankets were missing.

With a smile, Cas propped himself up on his elbow to investigate the thief. Smirking, he poked at the mound of fluff, feeling his finger dip until it hit something solid:


Quickly, Cas pulled at the blankets, freeing a messy head of blonde hair, groaning against the small amount of sunlight as his fingers covered his eyes.

“Ha!” Cas said, climbing up to straddle Dean, pulling his hands away from his eyes as the hunter blinked to adjust to the light.

“What the hell, Cas?” Dean whined, taking on an overly grumpy look.

But his words were lost as Cas started peppering his face, neck and chest, taking the argument out of him.

“You.” Kiss. “Stole.” Kiss. “All.” Kiss, Kiss. “The blankets.” Kiss. “Last.” Kiss. “Night.”

Dean grabbed the angel’s face with a smile and brought him in for a deep kiss on the lips. It lasted until Cas felt flushed, starting to breathe hard.

“It’s not like you need them,” Dean said. The hunter’s face was equally sheepish and devious when he finally pulled away, and Cas had to hide a blush.

Cas flopped back to Dean’s side with a sigh, landing on his back. “Ok,” he said. “Forgiven.”

Cas looked at Dean’s face when he’d calmed down, and even though it had only been a matter of seconds, the hunter’s eyes were already closed again. And, somehow, Dean had managed to gather an even larger portion of the blankets.

Dean had gone still enough, that Cas was starting to wonder if he’d fallen asleep again.

“Dean?” Cas asked tentatively, and the edges of the hunter’s lips turned up, if only slightly.

“Yeah, baby?” the hunter replied, his voice already sleepy.

Cas furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms. “I thought we were going to go to the beach today. It’s our honeymoon, we’re not supposed to stay in bed the whole time!”

Then, in a second, Dean’s eyes were open again, and this time, he was tugging Cas into his arms, resting him against his bare chest.

“It’s only been four hours, Cas. I need at least five” Dean whined, wrapping an arm across Cas’s chest, finding the angel’s left hand with his, and lacing their fingers together, letting the gold on both their wedding bands touch.

“Ok,” Cas said in resignation, relaxing against Dean. Cas twiddled his thumbs. He counted the tiles on the ceiling. He even briefly considered sneaking out without Dean, though he felt guilty about the thought.

About ten minutes in, he heard Dean sigh through Cas’s fidgeting.

“You really want to go now?” Dean asked finally. Cas turned to see the hunter staring down at him, already looking defeated and a little exasperated. The angel nodded enthusiastically. Dean leaned forward, giving Cas a small peck on his forehead.

“Ok, fine. Lead the way,” he finally grunted, rolling out of bed, his feet thumping on the floor.

The condo shared a beach with the neighbors, but no one was bound to be up at this time of the morning, so when Dean tugged at the blankets, wrapping himself deep inside them and stumbled out the door pajama-clad and barefoot with messy hair, Cas didn’t complain. He simply grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled him enthusiastically toward the sound of the water, knowing he probably looked the same.

Their footsteps slowed as their feet moved from the hard stones of the walkway to the soft resistance of sand. Still, Cas held Dean’s hand as they walked toward the water. When they were only a few feet away, Cas stopped, inhaling.

His hand tightened around his husband’s as he took in the full effect of the sunrise. Orange and red bled in every direction across the water, rippling as the surface movement played with the light.

Cas took in every corner of it pretending it was his first time seeing nature’s miracles and not like he’d been around at practically the time of their creation. But really, it didn’t take much imagination. Because he’d never had the opportunity to enjoy it like this. Unfettered and unrestrained by duty and devotion.

“It’s beautiful,” he breathed, letting the warmth of the sun heat the tips of his skin.

“Yeah,” Dean echoed the sentiment. Cas looked at Dean’s wrinkled, blanket-mummified form. But the hunter wasn’t looking at the sand, or the ocean, or the sunrise. His eyes were fixed on Cas and filled with awe and admiration. “Beautiful,” he said quietly.

Cas blushed and smiled, sitting down. He pulled Dean down with him, laying the hunter’s head in his lap as they both adjusted to get comfortable. After a moment, Cas’s hand found its way into the hunter’s hair, playing with it in slow patterns.

“Dean,” he said quietly as he watched the sun continue to rise. “I love you.”

He could feel Dean smile against his leg, though Cas could see that his eyes had closed again.

“Cas,” said Dean in reply. “You can wake me up early any time.”


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