THE WATER BOYS
WOW: deep. The Sam's just so unco-operative. Dean thinks so, at least!
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The Winchesters stared into the dark, rippling water of the lake.
"How deep d'you reckon it is Sam?"
"Don't know," Sam mused; "pretty deep I'd say ."
"Looks cold too."
"Probably," Sam nodded; "deep water's normally colder."
"I wonder if the it's clean?"
Sam shrugged
"It looks scummy over there," Dean noted, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
Sam nodded in agreement.
Dean nudged Sam in the ribs. "Well, go on then."
"No way," snorted Sam; "I'm not jumping in there."
"Why not?" Dean snapped; "you're a good swimmer."
"Yeah," Sam replied; "but I'm not the one that dropped the Impala's keys in there."
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