The brothers stared in stunned silence as the water was broken, not by a menacing fin, but by a beautiful face with sparkling emerald eyes and glistening chestnut hair clinging wetly to slender shoulders.
A mischievious giggle rang out as the mermaid's silvery fishtail slapped the turquoise ocean.
"I can transport you both back to safety," she began in a tinkling, musical voice.
"But first," she continued, tracing a teasing fingertip along Dean's jawline; "would you like me to demonstrate why you really don't need to hunt mermaids?"
Glancing at his gaping brother, Dean beamed; "oh man, I LOVE being shipwrecked!"