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Dean’s got his feet in the water, and he couldn’t feel happier. The sun’s high, the summer breeze is just right, and there’s nowhere for him to be right now - no school, no hunting, nothing that’d require his attention. He’s got a towel wrapped around his body to suck out the water from his loose t-shirt and his swimming trunks, and the warmth of the afternoon has already dried out his hair. From behind him, he can hear Sam’s footsteps: the boy appears beside him wearing only a pair of trunks himself, and he sits down beside Dean, his legs just barely reaching all the way into the water. He gives Dean a look and a grin and kicks the water, sending splashes all over them, and Dean pushes him by the shoulder, causing him to grip the pier to avoid falling in.

“Is it cold?” Sam asks him, reaching his hand down into the water with his feet.

“Shouldn’t you know? You’re already half-way in there,” Dean chuckles back at him and lets the towel around his body loosen up.

“Nah, it always feels different when you go in all the way.”

“True.”Dean moves his feet in the water and considers it.“It’s not that bad, really. It’s a bit colder than you’d like at first but you get used to it quickly.”

“Come in with me?”

Dean grins.“Sure.”

the old sun burst, overripe and thick, and its pieces like pomegranate seeds walked on the cheeks of the young women before they finally painted the pavement.

under good light they were all beautiful, and had only one flaw: transiency. merciless is the cloudchaser wind, chasing all the clocks equally, without caring for the birth certificate.

but it didn’t matter then, because the summer was long, lasting half a lifetime, and the fragrance of the fresh swathe of grass became something that was to be drunk with the morning coffee, and with which the teeth were scrubbed, against the autumn.

Supernatural Poetry Challenge

Partner: adoredean

Round: January/Nature

Prompt: Ocean

Pairing: Wincest

Let me drown in you, my love

Pull me down into the deep and dark

Where we cling, clandestine and concealed

from the harshness of the world.

Save me with a touch of your lips

a shared breath between us 

to bring me to life once again.

Our hearts pull one to the other,

a now familiar siren’s call.

From what storms do we cower?

Only those within ourselves.

But oh, what a sweet tempest

I find within your arms