WOW: Water. A mermaid hunt hasn't gone entirely to plan.
Come on, it's me ... what did you expect?
A story in three individual drabbles
Disclaimer: I don't own them but would take very good care of them if i did.
Dean squinted through the crystalline sunlight which reflected off the water lapping around his chest; "so what do we do now Einstein?"
Sam shrugged itrritably; "I don't know, I've never been stranded in the middle of the ocean clinging to an upturned boat before."
"This is your fault;" Dean snorted; "you're the one who wanted to drag me out here hunting freakin' mermaids; I'm gonna be all wrinkled like a friggin' prune when we get rescued."
"My fault?" Sam retorted angrily; "excuse me, but I'm not the one who put their clumsy great foot through the bottom of the boat!"