Disclaimer: I own nothing. Thank you Kripke for the loan of your shiny things…
A/N: Many thanks to Enkidu, Onyx Moonbeam, NC Girl, Orange Autumn, IheartSam7, Nana56, and PADavis for letting me play…
This one is Phoebe's fault… she said she was doing two….
Drabble word: clammy
Word count: 94
"Why are we doing this, again?"
"To blend in."
"And everyone comes to this beach to do this?"
"Most everyone. Yeah."
Dean suddenly yelled and leapt back from the hole he'd been digging, clutching at his eyes.
Sam rolled on the wet sand howling with laughter.
"What the hell! Sonuvabitch!" Dean cursed.
"Dean! Language! Family beach…." Sam pulled himself together.
"You knew that clam's could spit like that, didn't you?" Dean accused.
"Nooooo," Sam looked guilty.
"Know what rhymes with Sammy?"
"DEAN!" Sam warned.
"Clammy!"
And Sam was suddenly wearing the bucket of clams.
A/N: this is dedicated to my Aunt Wanda who is made of awesome and took us clam digging every summer we visited as kids. It's one of my favourite memories of childhood – and cooking them in a ginormous pot when we got home with them…. YUM!