Earlier, Alec had had an itch to get out, and it had been easy enough to convince Dean to come along, grabbing his bike from the garage and heading out to the cave they'd visited a couple times
last summer.
It was beginning to cool down as the sun set, thankfully, and the beach was deserted this far out. Sometimes peace and quiet was just what the transgenic ordered, Alec thought as he flopped down on the beach towel they'd spread over the sand.
[OOC: For
saltandammo]