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[ivycross]

Title: Beautiful
Author: Ivycross
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Prompt: Sex on the Beach
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Word count: 1,354
Spoilers: N/A
Contains: Sap and fluff
Summary: While sitting on a beach, Castiel tells Dean about stars and creations. All things are beautiful.
Notes: Written for dc_summerlovin
Beta: N/A. Any and all mistakes are mine.

Can also be read over on AO3

The beach at night is a whole other world. During the day it's full of people, sound, and cheery sunshine. You can't be anything but happy at the beach when the sun is up.

At night though─ it's something else. It's hard to peg down what the beach is at night besides dark. Some would call it thoughtful. Some creepy and other would say romantic. It was that last thought that made Dean sweat.

Not that he didn't like a little romance. Everyone did and there was nothing wrong with watching Dr. Sexy for the love interest subplots, or reading the occasional Jackie Collins novel when Sam wasn't looking. But right now Dean want something else on his mind.

"You know Dean, when you are trying to be silent is when you are you're loudest."

Turning from watching the dark wave crash on the sand Dean looked at Castiel. The angel had stripped off his trench coat and the sports coat that lay beneath. He had rolled up his shirt sleeves and pants legs, and his shoes were gone from his feet. Dean stared at Castiel's toes as they buried themselves in the sand.

"What the hell you talking about, Cas?" Dean rumbled as he watched the digits dig further down.

"I had noticed that when are trying to remain quiet about something you tend to huff, sigh and make other noises. It give the impression that you have something on your mind that you wish to discuss."

Dean turned back to watching the water. "I do not," he retorted and huffed, cursing himself internally. Cas said nothing else and Dean let it go.

Time passed and Cas shifted on the sand. Dean thought that the angel moved close but didn't look to confirm. He just remained as he was, his chin resting his knees.

"There is no moon out tonight," Cas rumbled. Dean rolled his eyes upwards and nodded.

"Without the extra light the stars shine brighter."

Dean gave another nod of the head. He heard Castiel shift position again.

"Humans are amazing in regards to how they look at my father's creations. Stars are balls of gas, dust, and heat, yet you make wishes on them. They aren't even there anymore. They have died off a long time ago. You're just now seeing their light and yet you wish on them."

"Yeah well what can I say. People are stupid, Cas."

"I wasn't inferring that at all Dean," Castiel said and Dean looked over at him. In the light of the stars Castiel's eyes looked dark and hungry. Like they could devour everything in their path and not be satisfied. Dean was right in their path. Dean swallowed hard.

Castiel shifted again and yes he was closer now. His unblinking stare focused on Dean and the hunter froze under their gaze. In his ears Dean heard his heart racing.

Castiel peered at Dean for a minute longer and then turned his sights upward again. All at once Dean sagged, his body letting go of the tension he had been unwitting holding. Beside him Castiel sighed.

"No Dean. Human not stupid because they make wishes on stars. Nor because they think that moonlit nights and starry skies are romantic. In fact it those thoughts that are on par with what my father wanted for your kind."

Now it was Dean's turn to stare at Castiel as the angel spoke. He took in the messy hair, the scruffy face, the rumpled clothes and just stared. Castiel was by far the best angel Dean had met, since the rest were either insane or just simply dicks. But Castiel was unusual compared to his brethren and one had to wonder if God didn't make Castiel different for a reason.

"When my father made this universe he sought to make it everything beautiful, so your kind would always be in love with it. It's those that make wishes on stars that hold that sprit. Not that he didn't want you to go and discover and see how everything worked, but he never wanted you to forget that it's spender."

Dean scoffed under his breath and once again found himself under Castiel's scrutiny . Those dark eye peered at Dean and the hunter felt like he was being stripped. Not just of superficial things like clothes, but his layers, his defenses, everything so that the angel could see right into his soul. That shouldn't have bothered Dean. Castiel had already seen Dean's soul and he had the hand shaped scar to prove it, but still...

"You doubt what I am saying Dean?" Castiel inquired. Dean sifted uncomfortably and shrugged.

"I don't doubt you. I mean I don't doubt that is what you believe but come on Cas. Not everything is beautiful." The words come out harsher than Dean meant them too, but that didn't not seem to faze the angel.

"You are wrong Dean. Everything God made is beautiful. Only things touched by Lucifer are distorted and ugly. Humans seem to forget that."

Dean couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes. "Yeah sure Cas. If you say so." He plopped his chin back on his knees and tried to make it's look like he wasn't being huffy. Castiel squinted at him in the pale star light.

"Name me one thing my father made that is not beautiful," the angel challenged.

"Easy," Dean sneered. Castiel gave him an expectant stare yet said nothing. Dean's mind scrambled to think of an example.

"Me," he blurted out and regretted it instantly. What the hell was that brain? He thought. He slumped his shoulders and waited for a reply, but the only thing that came from Castiel was an odd silence.

Concerned, Dean cast a look at Castiel. The angel's face was twisted in mask of despair and heartbreak. It hurt Dean to look at it and he turned away quickly, feeling the horrible prickling that was the tale-tale sign of tears.

"Oh Dean," Castel sighed and Dean's heart clenched. He shut his eyes and didn't open them even when he felt hands on his face. They turned his head and their thumbs stroked his cheeks.

"Dean why would you say that?" Castiel whispered. Dean's eyes opened and though the angles face was still contorted in pain, his eyes were full of love and awe.

"You're one of the most beautiful things my father made."

It was too much for Dean. His internal self-loathing screamed and he tried to pull away, but Castiel was stronger and he pulled Dean in towards him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and the demon's of disgust and insecurity in Dean's mind cowered in its wake.

In the time it took to breath, Dean found himself on his back, the angel pinning him to the sand. Their kiss had ended, but Dean found Castiel's lips pressed to his ear, his voice a flurry of praise. It all made Dean's head swim. He laid there almost concussed from the amount of affection Castiel was throwing at him. It was painful and yet Dean needed more as he gripped Castiel tight.

"Dean, Do you believe me now?" Castiel purred and Dean shook.

"I ─ I don't know," Dean said his voice wavering. A hand went under Dean's shirt and caressed his skin. Castiel's face loomed over head. His eyes bore down on Dean's face which was burning with need.

"Let me show you," the angel breathed and Dean found himself smiling.

"Sure, but not here," he said and Castiel frowned. Letting out a giggle that he knew he would never live down Dean pushed the puzzled Castiel off.

"Sex on the beach sounds good, but man, sand get's in some weird ass places."

Castiel seemed to consider this and gave a nod.

"Very well. If not here, then where?"

Sitting up, Dean smiled and kissed Castiel so softly that lips just barely touched.

"I don't know. You pick somewhere. Just make sure it's beautiful." He watched the angel smile and rise two fingers to his forehead. Then they were gone, but only the star's noticed their absence.