"Can't remember the last time I went swimming." He really couldn't. And Dean liked to take advantage of certain things whenever he could. Such as that place that had that great shower. Man, he'd loved that shower. "Plus, the chance to see you in a bikini? Can't think of many people who'd pass up a chance to see that up close and personal." He said giving her a grin. There was a lot more and more ... grown up ways he could say what he just said. But, well, he was trying alright? Dean didn't think he'd even been this cautious with his words when Sam was a kid.
Dean watched Dawn jump in for a moment after her invitation to her sister. She was so ... bubbly. Teenage girls were an entire different species for Dean. They had become as such when he'd become the age where liking them made him a perv (more accurately they had been such all his life, especially after one set him straight when he'd been a teenage boy.). "What do you say Buffy?" Mainly Dean was asking just because he wanted to see her wet, yet he couldn't quite believe that he was asking what he was about to ask in the first place, "Wanna have a splash war?" Despite the strangeness of the question, coming from him, the way he quirked his brow and leaned in, smut it up just a bit Dean Winchester style.
She looked so composed and dry. He wonder what she would do if he did a cannonball or just dumped her into it.