He'd seen her coming but he didn't move, he just let her collide with him. And Dean definitely took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her. Kept them there even as she stepped back a little. When she broke off what she was going to say his eyebrows shot up. But the expression of curiosity was replaced with a slow grin. "Well, then I would have been really overdressed." His hands drifted down over her sides as she pressed her lips to his. He didn't resist the slow groan that purred in his throat. He did like kissing her.
Dean had thought of everything, or what he could think of anyway. If he'd felt comfortable doing it he might have asked Sam for a little help, but he didn't. So he hadn't. But still, he produced a little squirt bottle of water from the basket, used it to clean the sand from her feet as she sat on the blanket, and did the same for his, before he plopped down. "Though, you know, there's nothing wrong with wearing some clothes..." He said after she took the jacket off. Damn the corset was hot. Made him almost want to push her down onto the blanket and peel down the cups-... He had to shake that thought off.
Dean busied himself with pulling everything out of the basket, and setting it aside. Normally he wasn't this into detail, but he wanted tonight to be... different. He set her covered steak beside her. Then the pie off to one side. And his settled in his lap. Though, he wasn't particularly hungry at that moment. And held out the two wine flutes to her.