Dean walked out of work with a grimace on his face, happy to be rid of the cubicle but already pissed off that he would be returning tomorrow. He got into his car and patted the interior lovingly before setting his paperwork and such down on the passenger seat.
Dean knew exactly where he wanted to go. Heck, he went there every day; it was a nice routine that granted him his sanity. He drove to the dock, parking in the usual place and walking out to the edge of the longest pier.
He took off his socks and shoes and rolled up the bottom of his pants, letting his feet graze the ocean water. He threw his head towards the sky and closed his eyes, letting out a loud sigh. His job fucking sucked. He hated everything about it. If he was being honest, his entire life sucked.
He heard a loud splash in front of him and snapped his eyes open. He saw a tail flip by and panicked, the thought of a shark automatically going through his head. He scanned the water for anything but saw nothing.