[Prompt #27 – Shore. Written for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
likely_evil. Originally you asked for the happy verse, but I went with 2026, pre-Apocalypse instead because I just don’t have the juice for the original happy verse anymore. Hope you like it!]
“Dean, be careful!”
Bela stares down the beach to the water’s edge where her brother-in-law has her two year-old son by the hand, ready to lead him down into the surf. Michael looks thrilled with the adventure of it all, letting out a happy giggle when the cool ocean water washes over his feet, but his mother still looks fairly worried, not wanting her son to get in too far over his head.
“I got it, Bela!” Dean fires back, before scooping Michael off the ground and starting to head into the water itself. Bela still doesn’t look particularly pleased, and will stand there frowning until Sam comes up behind her, placing a hand against her back gently, while the other has Olivia curled against his chest.
“He’ll be fine,” Sam says softly, guiding her to sit under the umbrella. “He promised he wouldn’t go in too deep.”
“Michael’s two, Sam,” Bela points out as she sits with a sigh. “Anything beyond the shore is too deep.”
“If he were on his own, maybe.” Sam pauses as he moves to sit next to her, shifting so that Olivia is turned to face the ocean more, wide eyes scanning the scene in front of her while her hat keeps the sun out of her eyes, and Bela reflexively reaches forward to adjust it gently so she gets better coverage. “But Dean won’t let him go. I promise.”
“I’m sure he won’t.” She doesn’t sound as though she believes it.
Sam studies her for a moment, his eyes watching her face carefully, before turning to face her more. Olivia reaches up to tug on the edge of his shirt, before drawing her fist back into her mouth. “What are you actually worrying about?”
“Are you telling me that worrying about my two year-old sun drowning in the ocean isn’t a viable concern?”
Sam makes a face at her before he continues. “No. But I think you’re being a little excessive about it.”
Bela sighs heavily, before shaking her head as she turns her eyes back to the shoreline again. “This isn’t going to last much longer, is it?”
Sam’s face goes more serious for a moment, before he shakes his head. “We said we weren’t going to talk about that today.” Because talking usually ends in fighting and they didn’t want to fight on the kids first trip to the beach.
“Yes, we did,” she replies simply. “But if I can’t talk about that, then I’m going to excessively worry about the safety of our children.” She takes a breath before turning to face him again, raising an eyebrow in a challenge as a result. “So you choose.”
Sam huffs for a moment, before shifting to get to his feet again. “I’m going to take Olivia down to the water. I’ll be back.”
“Be careful.”
He doesn’t respond, and she continues to watch them both like a hawk from a distance.
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likely_evil. Originally you asked for the happy verse, but I went with 2026, pre-Apocalypse instead because I just don’t have the juice for the original happy verse anymore. Hope you like it!]“Dean, be careful!”
Bela stares down the beach to the water’s edge where her brother-in-law has her two year-old son by the hand, ready to lead him down into the surf. Michael looks thrilled with the adventure of it all, letting out a happy giggle when the cool ocean water washes over his feet, but his mother still looks fairly worried, not wanting her son to get in too far over his head.
“I got it, Bela!” Dean fires back, before scooping Michael off the ground and starting to head into the water itself. Bela still doesn’t look particularly pleased, and will stand there frowning until Sam comes up behind her, placing a hand against her back gently, while the other has Olivia curled against his chest.
“He’ll be fine,” Sam says softly, guiding her to sit under the umbrella. “He promised he wouldn’t go in too deep.”
“Michael’s two, Sam,” Bela points out as she sits with a sigh. “Anything beyond the shore is too deep.”
“If he were on his own, maybe.” Sam pauses as he moves to sit next to her, shifting so that Olivia is turned to face the ocean more, wide eyes scanning the scene in front of her while her hat keeps the sun out of her eyes, and Bela reflexively reaches forward to adjust it gently so she gets better coverage. “But Dean won’t let him go. I promise.”
“I’m sure he won’t.” She doesn’t sound as though she believes it.
Sam studies her for a moment, his eyes watching her face carefully, before turning to face her more. Olivia reaches up to tug on the edge of his shirt, before drawing her fist back into her mouth. “What are you actually worrying about?”
“Are you telling me that worrying about my two year-old sun drowning in the ocean isn’t a viable concern?”
Sam makes a face at her before he continues. “No. But I think you’re being a little excessive about it.”
Bela sighs heavily, before shaking her head as she turns her eyes back to the shoreline again. “This isn’t going to last much longer, is it?”
Sam’s face goes more serious for a moment, before he shakes his head. “We said we weren’t going to talk about that today.” Because talking usually ends in fighting and they didn’t want to fight on the kids first trip to the beach.
“Yes, we did,” she replies simply. “But if I can’t talk about that, then I’m going to excessively worry about the safety of our children.” She takes a breath before turning to face him again, raising an eyebrow in a challenge as a result. “So you choose.”
Sam huffs for a moment, before shifting to get to his feet again. “I’m going to take Olivia down to the water. I’ll be back.”
“Be careful.”
He doesn’t respond, and she continues to watch them both like a hawk from a distance.
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1,143 words
