Dean couldn't say what drew him to the beach, but for some reason he felt restless. He didn't want to sleep, because for some reason he had the nagging thought that when he closed his eyes he might be the one with nightmares, and he didn't want to do that, didn't want to put Sam through that. He wanted to leave town, but evidentially that was impossible here, and Dean already had a strong case of wanderlust.
So he found himself at the beach. He watched the high school kids as they enjoyed their bonfire for a while as he walked past, and then continued on. Seeing someone alone with a brown paper sack, he shifted his attention for a moment, trying to determine if they were up to no good or just enjoying the evening.
He almost didn't believe what he was seeing. It was Jo.
Turning, he tossed her a smile as he came up to her. "It should be considered a crime to hide the good stuff in a paper sack." He said, knowing she'd know from growing up in a bar just which liquor was good and what wasn't. He reached for it, his hand lingering on the bottle but not lifting it yet. "Feel like sharing?"