SUMMER VACATION '11

[GABRIEL]

Gabriel surveyed the shoreline, thoroughly satisfied with his handiwork. He had successfully transformed the once dreary beach landscape to a colorfully decorated seaside extravaganza fit for a king. There were some sweet tunes, booze, munchies, and boobs; it was all good. Considering this badass party was a private affair, he’d only invited a select number of individuals; Elizabeth and the Winchesters to name a few. As their host, he had setup some enjoyable activities, but he was more interested in how he and his little angel gone rogue would spend their time together. However, he would like to play a few tricks on Dean and Sam for the hell of it; it had been too long since he messed with those two yahoos. In the meantime, he strolled along the shore beside Zerachiel, helping her find seashells. No, he wasn’t a pansy—that was Lucifer’s job—he was just a . . . devoted older brother. What was so wrong about that? Chicks seemed to dig it anyway, so it was okay in his book.

Zerachiel had always had a habit of hanging around Michael, and he’d pretty much skipped out on Heaven before they got to know each other on a more personal level; there were only seven archangels, and the majority of them were major dicks. He may be shithead at times, but he wasn’t heartless for Christ’s sake. The angel was still his sister and he was not going to leave her to rot on earth like the rest of them; she was so incredibly naïve. Sometimes it was cute, but every now and then, he wasn’t sure if he should commend her or personally disown her for dealing with pig-headed douches as if they were saints; not all of their Father’s creations were exactly first-rate. She had a lot to learn that was for sure, although she should be glad she had such an awesome brother to teach her the ropes around here. He’d almost shit himself when she said she hadn’t been to the beach or even a party—only losers and Luci didn’t know how to hit the coast for some hardcore partying; Gabriel would have kicked his ass out of Heaven just for that.

So, he’d taken it upon himself to educate her in the artful act of living it up on the Jersey Shore. It hadn’t been as easy as he thought it would be, since she didn’t even own a bathing suit. He chose a modest one-piece, because the last thing he needed was some bastard trying to hit on his sister—he’d personally kick their ass into next week or make them relive the same day over and over again for good measure; it had worked before. Maybe, just maybe, Elizabeth would be impressed by his brotherly love for his little sister. If that didn’t work he hoped the mustache would; the thing was a babe magnet! All and all he just hoped she decided to show up—preferably clad in a bikini that clung perfectly in all the right places—and they could get chummy with one another along the seashore; perhaps she’d take up his offer and give his body a good long interrogation with those lovely hands of hers.

Then again, he didn’t want to scar Zerachiel’s virgin eyes and ears. Sure, he wanted to disown Castiel for being a lame, yet when it came to his sister, it was a whole lot different. Zerachiel could remain a virgin forever—he preferred that—but Castiel needed to get laid before Gabriel erased him from the family tree himself. He’d have to teach that trench coat wearing stick in the mud a thing or two as well; at least when it came to women, because the Trickster was pretty sure Castiel knew nothing of significance when it came to the opposite sex; sometimes he thought the angel was a lost cause. At least he wasn’t slumming in the pit like Devil, so he’d give Cas some props. He wondered if he had been introduced to porn; Gabriel was all for sharing his stash if it was for the greater good. How had Dean not managed to corrupt Castiel by now anyhow? It was only a matter of time . . .

He hoped people would start arriving soon. If he looked at another seashell, so help him God . . . At any rate, it kept Zerachiel busy; he wondered how she could find a tacky looking clamshell interesting—they weren’t exactly fascinating. Elizabeth was fascinating; well nobody could compare to her, okay? But, Zerachiel kept skipping over the shells that were actually mildly interesting or not as ugly; supposedly she had a thing for clams. He didn’t even want to know what she was going to do with them since they weren’t good for anything. Staring into the bucket, he quirked a brow, speculating as to what exactly went on in that head of hers. Maybe Michael and her collected seashells back in the day? Whatever the reason, he just wanted to get this party started before he keeled over from boredom.

[ELIZABETH]

Elizabeth had been invited to some place. She wasn’t quite sure exactly where, but she was still able to bring herself there. As she appeared she blinked back against the strong sunlight and took a step back. She had come from a dark room and the sudden change was harsh on her vessel’s pupils. She looked around, shielding her eyes a little bit until they properly adjusted. Her boots sunk in the sand a little bit. A beach? What was she supposed to do here? She peered and quickly spotted Loki with…another angel? She certainly felt an angelic presence off of Zerachiel, even though it was a bit weak. She frowned slightly, had her sibling fallen, like her?

Sorrow gripped her and then confusion. What was the angel doing? Plucking shells? That was a very human thing to do. Elizabeth slowly shifted and huffed as her boots were not made for the effects of sand. She rolled her eyes and had them vanish. Bare feet worked better, but the rest of her attire was still in her working clothes. Though it was going to be too warm for her leather jacket, so she let that vanish away as well, but she wondered…why a beach..and why was it decorated like this?

She walked over to the pagan and the angel, confused by all of this. She was not one to delay about pressing her concerns. She pulled a band from her wrist and used it to pull back her vessel’s hair. The wind was making it get in her face and it frustrated her to no end when her vision was not clear.
“I do not understand why you informed me I should come here,” she said once she was in a proper range to speak.

She looked at Zerachiel for a moment and tilted her head, still perplexed by her behavior. She also took a few moments to try and figure out who she was. There were a great number of siblings and for some reason Father hadn’t engrained their names and celestial wavelengths into their brains. She wondered why he had not done that when He made them. Oh well, it was too late to ask him, he was long gone…or worse, dead.

“I see no reason to be here,” she pressed, irritated.

There were no souls that needed to be removed from this earth. This was not his abode. He had company already. She guessed that he was one of those promiscuous types, considering his Pagan natures. Maybe sense this angel was more, human like, she understood his references and phrases. She was honestly confused as to why she kept answering his messages and requests. The only logical answer was that she was lonely, missing the company of Heaven, and even now somehow…he reminded her of Home. She just couldn’t put her finger upon what it was.

“Greetings sister,” she politely said to Zerachiel, not wishing to be rude to her own kin.

[JASON LEANDER]

With the sun blazing over head Jason could easily feel the rays seeming into the bare skin of his arm that happened to be dangling out of the open window of his car. As he drove down the street he could feel the wind blow into the car and whip around him and over to the passanger's seat.

"The wind's not bothering you is it?" he asked addressing his passenger who happened to be his long-lost Shiloh who he had bumped into while on a job. Since then the two of them had been spending quite a considerable amount of time together to try and catch up on what they had missed out in each other's lives. Since they happened to have picked up a job in a beautiful town with a beach they decided to go and hit the beach for a while. Which turned out to be a good idea since the weather was sunny and there was barely any clouds in the sky.

"No I'm good." she said to him turning towards her own open window so that she could let the rushing breeze hit her in the face. She rested her elbow against the car door and propped her head with her hand. "So how much longer is it to the beach?" she asked him sounding a bit impatient which made him laugh.

"You still don't have any patience whatsoever do you?" he asked her smirking widely. He remembered when they were much younger that whenever they had gotten in the car for some sort of family trip that she would constantly badger him through the whole drive. Shiloh simply snorted in response to his question further proving that deep down despite the hard persona she put on that she was still the same little cousin he remembered.

"Hey there's the parking lot over there." Shiloh informed Jason as she pointed out the window to show him, and he followed her directions. Driving the car into the parking lot the two of them worked together and try and find a decent enough parking spot, which took a while longer than they had expected. it turned out that they were not the only ones who had decided to go and have some fun at the beach. Finally they found a spot for the car and as soon as Jason put the car in park Shiloh was up and out of her seat running towards the sand.

"Hey wait a minuet!" Jason shouted after her "What about the stuff?" he asked refering to all the beach related things they had packed into the backseat of Jason's car for the trip. Shiloh paused as she barely got a few feet from the car.

"Leave it for now we can come back for it, I want to jump in the water real quick." she told him sounding very excited and impatient at the same time. He could also easily see that she was really itching to go and run into the water. With a deep sigh he relented and simply just locked the car and started following her towards the sand. With a large grin started running again and every so often she would pause to check on how much farther behind Jason was. "Come on you're moving like a dying sloth." she yelled to him as she waited for him to catch up.

[SHILOH SUMMERLAND]

With Shiloh leading the way the two of them made their way over the large stretch of land which took a while as they sand fell over their sandals and causes them to sink slightly with eact step they took. It took a few minuets longer than expected but finally they reached the shore line and stood there for a moment as they both looked out at the clear blue-green water.

"It looks nice doesn't it?" Jason asked outloud as he stared in awe of the sight before them. Shiloh simply slipped off her sandals and bent over to pick them up.

"I don't know about you but that water looks refreshing." she told him and strolled closer to the water's edge. She carefull walked over the wet sand with her arms outstretched to help balance her. As if she was expecting to hit a patch of quicksand or something, but she did leave some deep footsprints in the sand. She had gone a couple of feet before a wave came crashing back and washed over her feet. At the sudden touch of the water Shiloh jumped as she had not expected the water to be so cold and for a few moments Jason watched her jump around trying to escape the sensation.

" Khul, cold...cold...cold...cold." she muttered loud enough for Jason to hear her. She tried walking around in the water to get used to it, but it did not seem like it was working at all.

"You having fun in there?" he asked her as he tried so hard not to lose it and just crack up at the sight on her running around.

"Shut up asshole." she retorted as she jumped her way back over to the more shallow side who by then was full on laughing at her. She punched him in the arm to try and get him to quit laughing at her, but it only made it worse as he laughed even harder. She then tried to kick some water at him, which managed to get him a little wet.

"Hey!" he told her though he did not sound very angry as he yelled out loud. Thankfully he had brought up his arms just in-time to shield his face from getting hit with the water.

"I'd like to see you jump in this water and not find it cold." she dared him and for a moment he pretended to think it over.

"Fine I'll prove it that you're just being a baby." he told her and took off his own shoes and entered the water. As soon as he stepped into the water he notice that it was definitely cold, and tried to walk around in the water going deeper into the water than Shiloh had. He stopped when the water was reaching about mid-calf on him. But she noticed that he was oddly quite.

"You doing alright over there?" she asked sounding rather suspicious about his stillness in the water.

"Never better." he told her quickly, but she did not buy it at all. Instead she braved the cold water again and waded over to him to see if he really was alright. Once she got close enough she could easily see that he looked just a tad uncomfrotable in the water. She knew it was because it felt like being stabbed with ice.

"So who's the baby now?" she asked him smirking at him widely as she stood next to him. As the two of them stood there in the water she briefly wondered to herself about what Sam and Dean Winchester were doing right at that moment.

[CASTIEL]

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

Dean was ecstatic when he turned the Impala into the beach's parking lot and pulled into the nearest empty spot he could see. As soon as he had shifted the car's gear into park he killed the engine and was out of the car in a flash. Which was quite a bit unusual for him, but at that moment he felt like he was a kid eager to get to the toy store. Although for him his toy store was the wide open beach, and the particular toy he was looking forward to looking at were bikini clad bronzed beauties.

Since the moment he had managed to talk his brother Sammy into going to the beach he had been excited to just jump into the car and drive there. Though Sam had forced him to slow down as the two of them did not own a stitch of clothing that helped them blend into the beach atmosphere. So before they could even get to the beach they were forced to go to the local beach wear store, much to Dean's disappointment.He suffered through the little shopping experience telling himself that once they were out that he would be greatly rewarded with much desired lovely visions running up and down the shoreline.

Now he was attempting to trudge over the hot sand and with each step muttering swear words as he had trouble walking in the sandals that Sam had made him buy. He felt like a total idiot wearing them and then getting his feet stuck in the mounds of sand until he decided to just forget them entirely and just brave the hot sand barefoot. A moment later he had deeply regretted the decision as he had not expected the sand to he as hot as it was. But he gritted his teeth and kept walking, despite the fact that he could hear his brother laughing at him. But his huge ego would not let him admit defeat and he kept on walking and even attempted casual conversation to further prove that the temperature of the sand did not bother him at all.

"Do you think Cas will really show up here?" he asked his brother as he distinctly remembered how uncomfortable Cas had been with his new outfit as well. He took one look at it and poofed away angel-style. If Dean had to guess he would have said tat Cas was probably hiding out somewhere no one would ever see him dressed that way. Though Dean though that he would definitely be missing out on scoping out some very hot babes, oh well that meant that was for more him to oggle at then.

[GWEN MORGAN]

Swim suits. Those things never really ended up growing on Gwen. Although angels weren’t really wired with the human quality of modesty or embarrassment of being naked…the emotions and feelings of humans just kept on rubbing off on her. She was practically human herself, at least in a mental and emotional sense. The angel made a face at the mirror, turning to see how her golden hair ran down her back. Why was she doing this? What had she been thinking? The suit barely covered her up. It was the latest and most fashionable model…well, that’s what the saleswoman had told her. Baby blue (definitely NOT her style at all!) and low cut.

Another moment of preening herself and Gwen decided that this was the best she was going to look. She got in the white slip dress that would cover herself up until she went into the water and went back into the car. Gwen rolled her eyes at the whistles she received, glaring at the men working at the gas station and got into her car to speed away. Men still made her uncomfortable. She made faces, grumbled, and acted irritated but the truth was it really embarrassed her and stressed her out to be looked at like she was some piece of meat.

The sea breeze soon brushed its soft caresses through her hair and she felt relieved. The heat that was pooling up in her stomach that felt distinctly of shame started dissipating and the red flush on her neck faded. This outing was meant to be fun. Not anything bad or negative. Gwen shrugged off the rest of the negative feelings threatening to shadow her mood and sighed. Her friends would be there. Some of her hunter acquaintances. Well, at least they were friends in her opinion. Gwen still didn’t know what any of them thought of her. And her sister, Astrid would be there. Gwen grinned at the thought. She wouldn’t be alone, she had her sister to keep her company and that was all she needed. If she socialized with anyone else, that would be good too.

With a gentle touch Gwen parked her car off the side of the beaches edge and locked it after getting a blanket to rest on in the sand. She didn’t take her sandals with her because she enjoyed the feeling of the sand in between her toes and just the sheer warmth of it. Her body shivered pleasantly the cold chill that usually engulfed her small body put to rest. She laughed softly, barely a giggle, as she went out into the sand and stared up into the sky. People were already out in the beach and around but Gwen was far too shy to approach them yet. The beach was beautiful and calming but she wasn’t fully at rest.