You could always dream

Dean walked , slightly bored, slightly happy, on the rail by the sea. He had great balance, and there was nothing entertaining to do, so he'd decided to practice his balance. The day was getting dark, the air a little cooler, but he enjoyed it none the less.

In the close but far distance, Dean heard a voice. It was that of a girl, and it was light, as though she was speaking to herself. He shrugged and continued walking along the rail, but the more he walked the louder the voice became. Then only a mere 3 feet away form him he noticed a girl sitting on the rail, speaking to herself.

"Relaxation is a wonderful thing..."

"It sure is..." He said, now standing next to her before deciding to take a seat.

Dean just shrugged, agreeing with the girl. "You've got a point there," He said with a sigh. He swung his feet back and forth, it's not like there was anything else to do.

"Well, what brings you out here tonight?"

Dean gave another shrug and said, "Boredom, I guess." With a small chuckle escaping his lips. He came to the sea out of boredom, and the girl had commented that genuine relaxation came when you had nothing to do, so it looks as though Dean was already relaxed.

"I know what you mean," Dean said, giving out yet another sigh of his continuous boredom.

He shrugged and said to the girl, "I can enjoy the silence once in a while, but it's good to have someone to talk to or hang out with, you know?" He looked over to where she was looking at; the waves. He could feel the light spray of the salty sea water on his arms and face. he didn't mind, it'd been a while since the las time he'd taken a swim in the ocean's water. "I'm Dean, by the way." He said, completely forgetting his manners in the beginning.

Dean just remained silent, feeling a though there was no real need for an answer. The girl seemed a little bit out of it, like she was partially stuck in her own world or something. Her sudden change in topic was odd, but Dean asked. "Did you go walking in the water or something with your shoes on?"

He could tell that the girl, whose name he found out was Shari, wasn't really paying attention to him, but more to her wet socks. He sighed and looked out at the ocean.

Dean still remained silent, not sure how to answer to her comment, but simply watched as she removed her shoe then her sock and then proceeded with the other foot. He couldn't help but give a small chuckle as she said 'much better'.

Dean nodded and said, "Yeah, you? Came in a few weeks ago." He sighed and began rocking back and forth on the rail, trying to find some sort of thing to do instead of just sitting there.