WOW: Blow

Word Count: 100

Summary: Sam just knew it wasn't going to be a three hour tour.

Tag to Changing Channels.

Sam shakes his head, flinging droplets of salty water like a seafaring sheepdog. He wades onto the sandy beach, stares at the coconut trees he's been expecting since the wind started blowing. The boat's on the bottom of the ocean but debris scatters the shoreline and the other passengers wander aimlessly, searching for belongings or rescue. Sam could tell them the damned Trickster won't be sending help, but he doesn't bother. Three hour tour, his ass.

"C'mon, Little Buddy." Dean's beside him, sopping wet and grinning. "You round up the Howells and the Professor. I'll grab Ginger and Mary Ann."