Dean blushed. "Alright. Swimming first," he agreed. Once in their hotel room he allowed Summer space to change while he did so himself. He wasn't exactly a beach-going person. Truthfully, when he wasn't hunting something or protecting his own he didn't know what to do with his free time. Other than doing his best to make Summer happy. He didn't consider that a chore (or any of it a chore, really).
Seeing her smile always brightened his day.
After a few minutes, he was dressed down in black (obviously) boardshorts and a pair of flip-flops. He'd changed in the bathroom and had the decency(!) to knock to make sure that Summer was decent before returning to the room with a bottle of sunscreen lotion in his hand. "Being sun safe is sexy..." He started to say before looking over at her.