Burn! ~One-Shot~

Man, this one was hard! I just don't know, but I got it done. Your welcome D! Anyways, based loosely off dis! The setting is Orange Beach, Al, at a beach under the Perdido Pass. I've been to this beach a few times and I'm using it because under the bridge are these blocks that you can jump off of, into the water, and a current pulls you back to shore. It's freakin' awesome! Anyways, I you guys enjoy.

"C'mon guys, it'll be fun! Let's just enjoy it while we're here." I begged the guys to go to the beach with me. We just finished up a case and it just so happens to be near the Gulf and I really wanted to go to the beach the locals kept talking about.

"Dean, there's a bridge you can jump off of and into the water, for FUN. Sam, you can just sit and relax on the shore. Please guys, let's just go have some fun." I started the puppy eyes and waited for them to melt right into my hands. Dean couldn't pull a sentence together and Sam was trying hard not to look.

I let out a sigh, "I guess I'll just go by myself. Enjoy being cooped up in this motel all day." My hand reached for the keys when Dean stopped me.

"I'll, I'll drive." A big grin spread across his face and mine, I gave him a bear hug and ran off to my room to change.

Sam flashed Dean a sour look. But they got their swim trunks on and headed out the door, me trailing closely behind.

    We made it to the beach by eight in the morning, it was surprisingly crowded. Dean spent maybe twenty minutes looking for the "perfect" spot. When he finally found it we headed straight for the beach.

"Dean! Let's go jump off the bridge!" I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the diving spot.

    To get up onto the block was a make-shift ladder and a huge driftwood branch. I got up first, Dean trailing behind me. There were already other kids and teenagers jumping off. Dean looked a little scared, staring off the edge and trying to stay away from it. Sam sat on the beach and waved at us, obviously amused at Dean's situation. I made a mad dash from one end of the block to the other and front flipped into the warm water.

When I came up Dean was still up there, "Come on Dean, just jump in!" He shook his head and started to leave.

Before he could get back to the ladder, a little girl grabbed his hand and offered to jump with him. Being the nice guy he is, he went with her. They lined up their jump, hands still held, they jumped. Only, the little girl let go and Dean went flying over the edge by himself. He landed in the water with a loud SMACK! Oh's, spread across the beach, Sam's laughing was louder. Dean threw him a dirty look.

"Sorry Dean, kids these days." I grinned and chuckled a bit. The wind got knocked right out of him and he was just out of it for awhile.

    He eventually made it back to shore and decided to stay there. I went for another round when I saw Sam coming up the ladder. We high-fived and prepared to do flips. Sam back flipped of the block. I came in with a front flip twist. Dean sat on the sand and was recovering from his belly flop. Sam and I dared each other to do random jumps, swim from one block to the next, racing to the docks, we had a good time. Dean, not so much. After the beach, we went back to the motel and started packing right away. The time it takes to get back to the bunker varied from eight to ten hours, and because I was so wiped from the beach I fell asleep in the back and didn't wake up 'till we got home.

    We got home and I was in so much pain. My shoulders, back, chest, and face burned. I was so excited to go to the beach I forgot to put sunscreen on.

"Dang it!" Sam walked in my room, took one look at me, and tried to hold back spurts of laughter.

Dean came in seconds later, "Heh, serves you right!"

"At least I didn't belly flop!" Dean gave me a smack on the back and laughed.

"You got me there (y/n), you...got...me...there." With each syllable, his hand hit my back.

I cringed with each smack. "Okay Dean, I get the point. I'm sorry, sorry that little girl hurt you." I said with a smirk.

He flung his hand all the way back, "Worth it." I whispered as it came flying through the air and hit my back once again.

Sam cringed as I toppled over and fell to the ground, Dean leaned down to look me in the face.

"I'll get you something for the burn." He grinned and walked out the door.

Sam just sighed, "Nothing you can do about it now."

Dean came back awhile later with some aloe. "Try to remember sunscreen next time."

I started rubbing it in when something came to mind, "What about you, why didn't you and Sam get burned?"

"We actually put on sunscreen." He laughed at how oblivious I was.

"Shut up." I shoved him in the arm.

The rest of the week, I stayed in the bunker and refused to go outside.

"What if we go out to eat?" Dean suggested.

"Nope, not going."

"What if we get a case?" Sam asked.

"You guys can solve it without me."

Sam wanted to keep me company and Dean started making my favorite foods.

"What's gotten into you guys, I'm fine." The gestures were sweet, but I felt a little smothered.

"We're just trying to help you out." Sam fessed.

"That's sweet, but tone it down a bit. Really I'm fine, it happens a lot." I told them matter-of-factually

He shrugged it off, but I knew he took it into consideration.

    Dean still made us his amazing food! We had meat loaf one day, barbequed ribs the next, each one better than the last. Sam and I started watching Dexter, he couldn't understand it at first...he doesn't care about that anymore, all he wants to know is how he always gets away with it.

"I mean, they get so close, he's right there, and something happens that debunks everything!" Sam got pretty frustrated.

Dean's highest concern was about the key-lime pie. "Does he ever find it?"

I shrugged, "No idea!"

    The whole week was awesome, hanging out with the guys, relaxing, and having fun. I figured I'd keep up the sunburned act for awhile longer. I stay holed up in my room and covered myself in blush. A knock at my door made me jump nearly two feet in the air. I ran for my bed and ducked under the covers.

Dean poked his head through the door, "Hey (y/n), you good?"

"No, I'm fiiiine. There's a difference." That got him to laugh.

"Sure ya are. So how's that burn, healed up yet?" He sat on the side of my bed and looked at me.

"It's getting there." He leaned in closer.

"What are you doing?" His hand came up, his thumb brushing against my cheek.

"Dean." My face flooded with heat.

"Why are you wearing blush? You've been lying about still having the burn, haven't you?" I smacked him in the arm.

"Yeah, kind of. But you didn't have to freak me out like that!" I got up and started removing the blush.

Dean fell onto my bed laughing. "Ah, I couldn't help it. I've been with enough women to know when they're wearing make-up or not."

"That's kinda nasty Dean."

"Ey, whatever." He shrugged, got up, and left the room. "Don't forget to tell Sam!"

Gosh digity dangit! Well, it was good while it lasted. Freaking Dean though! He's gonna get it!